Aziraphael leads him back the way he'd come, into the bedroom with the still-open window, the still-rumpled bed, the watch and the handkerchiefs and the book on the bedside table.
"Much more sturdy than the chair," he mumbles almost inaudibly, and showing very little of his usual restraint, he turns to kiss Crowley deeply while his hands go to the buttons on the demon's shirt.
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Date: 2008-12-18 05:22 am (UTC)"Much more sturdy than the chair," he mumbles almost inaudibly, and showing very little of his usual restraint, he turns to kiss Crowley deeply while his hands go to the buttons on the demon's shirt.