The thing about literally falling into bed is that it isn't at all as romantic as it sounds - far too many opportunities for knocking foreheads or noses, or for landing elbows and knees in unfortunate places. This morning, however, they strike lucky; the only casualty of the springy mattress is Crowley's chin, which gets rather a bump from Aziraphael's shoulder.
(Or, to put it another way: Aziraphael's shoulder, which gets a rather sharp jab from Crowley's chin.)
"Other plans," he clarifies, rubbing his chin and grinning behind his hand.
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Date: 2008-12-19 10:42 pm (UTC)(Or, to put it another way: Aziraphael's shoulder, which gets a rather sharp jab from Crowley's chin.)
"Other plans," he clarifies, rubbing his chin and grinning behind his hand.