There's a fleeting disappointment in the slow kisses he tracks down Aziraphael's neck, but it's less with every one. They've plenty of time, after all, and Crowley can think of plenty of other things to atone for. And there again, there's something to be said for so nearly direct a - well, a hint, still, but close enough.
(It sends another subtle shiver through him, thinking about it, and his breath comes a little faster against the hollow of the angel's throat.)
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"Cheek," Crowley says, looking vastly amused.
There's a fleeting disappointment in the slow kisses he tracks down Aziraphael's neck, but it's less with every one. They've plenty of time, after all, and Crowley can think of plenty of other things to atone for. And there again, there's something to be said for so nearly direct a - well, a hint, still, but close enough.
(It sends another subtle shiver through him, thinking about it, and his breath comes a little faster against the hollow of the angel's throat.)