almaasi:

“But, Crowley, what if— A hundred years— What if I’m still not ready…?”
“I’ll wait.”

This veiled woman of the desert seems intimately familiar. It’s not the serpentine saunter, nor the husky voice, nor the inclination to spontaneously fake a romantic relationship to protect an old friend that gives Crowley away. Simply put: Aziraphale would know that smoky scent anywhere. And he has never been more tempted in his life.

This Desert Rose ♥ 8.3k · Crowley/Aziraphale

fake relationship, sharing a bed, first kiss… and some good ol’ mutual pining~