The hand on over his heart was a decision being made. Anthony could feel the tension in those bookish fingers and he caught himself holding his breath as if even that slight movement might have been enough to scare Aziraphale from his side and right out that door. He might have been left all alone with a picnic basket.

Then the fabric of his shirt was pulled tight sending his raw emotions soaring with hope long seconds before the kiss actually landed. Every sleepless night spent in agony tossing and turning over in his mind that smile, their conspiracy, the adorable way Fell fidgeted when upset... was well worth it. The kiss left no room for doubt or for error that this was exactly where he was meant to be.

"Aziraphale..."

Anthony smirked, a warm happy sort of half-smile that grew into a full one as he released the lapel he had been clutching and hazarded his luck to stroke a cheek.

"Do you have the strange feeling we've never actually done that before?"