[ He's silent so long that Aziraphale starts to worry. Is it too much? Is it not enough? Silly of him, really, to think that someone like Crowley might like something as twee and sentimental as a music box -
He's just wondering what he can possibly do to fix this when Crowley turns to him, gently cupping the back of his neck and kissing him thoroughly. Aziraphale makes a surprised, pleased noise against his mouth, kissing back in relief and happiness.
When he finally pulls away, he's pink-cheeked and a little breathless. ]
[Freddie continues to croon on as they kiss for a few long seconds.
At the question he laughs breathlessly.]
"Alright?" Aziraphale, it's-
...I love it.
[He pulls back reluctantly, then.]
Go ahead, open yours now.
[Inside Aziraphale's box are a few books, and a box of assorted chocolates. One of the books is a poetry book, one is a romance, and one is a collection of plays. The romance and the poetry book are signed by their authors, who are native to New New Aspen, but unfortunately the author of the plays has been dead for centuries.]
[ He'd been so caught up in the drama of Crowley's gift, he'd momentarily forgotten all about his own. He beams at Crowley, and then turns to the present on his lap with a look of anticipatory delight.
Like Crowley, he attempts to go slowly at first, not to torture Crowley but simply because he hates to destroy the wrapping job Crowley had worked so hard on. But there's only one way through in the end, and before long he's ripping the paper apart, eagerly examining the items inside. The chocolates get a murmur of delight and a good examination of the package before he reluctantly sets them aside (for the moment), and then he turns his attention to the books. ]
I haven't read any of these!
[ New books, and chocolates. What more could he need? He scans the summary on the back of the romance novel, and his lips turn up in a mischievous smile. ]
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He's just wondering what he can possibly do to fix this when Crowley turns to him, gently cupping the back of his neck and kissing him thoroughly. Aziraphale makes a surprised, pleased noise against his mouth, kissing back in relief and happiness.
When he finally pulls away, he's pink-cheeked and a little breathless. ]
You - it's alright, then?
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At the question he laughs breathlessly.]
"Alright?" Aziraphale, it's-
...I love it.
[He pulls back reluctantly, then.]
Go ahead, open yours now.
[Inside Aziraphale's box are a few books, and a box of assorted chocolates. One of the books is a poetry book, one is a romance, and one is a collection of plays. The romance and the poetry book are signed by their authors, who are native to New New Aspen, but unfortunately the author of the plays has been dead for centuries.]
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[ He'd been so caught up in the drama of Crowley's gift, he'd momentarily forgotten all about his own. He beams at Crowley, and then turns to the present on his lap with a look of anticipatory delight.
Like Crowley, he attempts to go slowly at first, not to torture Crowley but simply because he hates to destroy the wrapping job Crowley had worked so hard on. But there's only one way through in the end, and before long he's ripping the paper apart, eagerly examining the items inside. The chocolates get a murmur of delight and a good examination of the package before he reluctantly sets them aside (for the moment), and then he turns his attention to the books. ]
I haven't read any of these!
[ New books, and chocolates. What more could he need? He scans the summary on the back of the romance novel, and his lips turn up in a mischievous smile. ]
Oh my, this one looks steamy.