Crowley huffs out a quick breath when Aziraphael's leg brushes against him, but - no.
No; if there's still a restless curling in his belly, it's only partly the edged remains of arousal. Mostly, it's simply that: restlessness. He doesn't think -
After a moment, he rolls onto his stomach, cheek pillowed on his arms as he faces Aziraphael. The slow rub of the angel's fingers feels... good. Easy, and reassuring.
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Date: 2008-12-30 04:58 pm (UTC)No; if there's still a restless curling in his belly, it's only partly the edged remains of arousal. Mostly, it's simply that: restlessness. He doesn't think -
After a moment, he rolls onto his stomach, cheek pillowed on his arms as he faces Aziraphael. The slow rub of the angel's fingers feels... good. Easy, and reassuring.
"What I said earlier," he supplies belatedly.