Aziraphale & Crowley
Crowley's hand turned over, linking their fingers together. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy the more intimate moments of their life together. On the contrary, he enjoyed those quite a bit. But he had pretty much written off ever actually having the other man's love and now, completely head over heels, he couldn't imagine ever turning down moments to hold his hand or touch his arm or steal a quick kiss.
"No, you wouldn't," he reasoned, finally pulling a chair as close as possible and nestling up. "You're a strong independent angel who don't need no demon, or some such." He, on the other hand, was absolutely rubbish without Aziraphale. He brought their joined hands together to brush a kiss against pale knuckles before reaching for his own wine glass. "We'll get through this, love. We always do."