TW: None
Word Count: 71
This is THE shortest one shot I've ever written.
"I've longed to hold you like this for a long time." Crowley whispered into Aziraphale's ear. They were laying in Crowley's king-sized bed, and Crowley had his arms wrapped around Aziraphale's middle, spooning him. "Really?"
"'Course, how could you even doubt that?"
"I'm not entirely sure, I feel I've misread things over the years. Or I've overthought about them."
"Well it doesn't matter, we're here now. Everything's okay."