Kissing hadn’t been invented yet.
And still. When Crawly looked at the angel standing next to him, he wanted… something. To get closer. He was under his wing, but he wanted to be under his arm. Put his face in his armpit. Was that a thing? He wanted to burrow in the curls of his hair, wrap around his neck, slither under his clothes. He could feel the Angel’s warmth, and Crawly had been so cold since God took back her Grace. A sun warmed rock was good, but an Angel? Getting to feel the aura of pure love and kindness this one radiated, but up close? It would be like being back in Heaven. Crawley ached for it.
Eve would invent kissing in three weeks and five days time. Most would assume she kissed Adam first, but no, it is entirely possible to conceive life without exchanging a single kiss. No, the first Kiss in History would be delivered to Cain’s head, two minutes and thirty-seven seconds after his birth.
And yet. Crawly was standing on a wall, under the wing of an Angel, looking at the first storm, and he felt the need. To get his face closer to the Angel. And… nuzzle? The lions did it. It was cute. Did he want to eat him? The serpent part of him wanted to open his jaws wide, engulf him and let him live inside of his body for the rest of eternity. But no, that wouldn’t do, either. Licking didn’t work, either. At least, for the moment. Biting? Getting closer, still no.
Crawly would go back to that feeling, trying to make sense of it, without finding a a suitable answer. It was only three weeks and six days later, when he saw Eve try her new discovery on Adam, that he understood.
It would be six thousand years, give or take, until he managed to satisfy that need.