Nataly Camper

a scene out of chapter 9 from @moonyinpisces 'how do we turn on the light'

Slowly, enticingly, Aziraphale reaches around to press his hands on either side of Crowley’s spine, fingers pushing into his shoulder blades. His palms warm, until they begin to glow a soft, balming, divine gold. Crowley’s breathing speeds up against Aziraphale’s lips, his pulse thudding thickly between the press of their bodies. He bears the both of them firmly down into the mattress with a cut-off groan.  Aziraphale murmurs, smile growing, “Perhaps I should show you, then.”

hand stuff from chapter 18 of how do we turn on the light? by @moonyinpisces!

𝕼𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝕬𝖗𝖌𝖞𝖑𝖑

my fave hc: Crowley tells medieval children about his unrequited (or not so much) love)

Us time