"I, nnn." A shiver ripples across Crowley's back, unfurling from beneath Aziraphael's hand and rolling up his spine towards his neck and down (much closer) to the small of his back. "I know, but - "
There's a flush rising in Crowley's face again, as his palms splay and strain and push against the sheets.
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Date: 2008-12-30 09:03 pm (UTC)There's a flush rising in Crowley's face again, as his palms splay and strain and push against the sheets.