If Aziraphael had been waiting for some kind of sign with all his careful, exacting observation, he's finally got one.
He contemplates Crowley's back for a moment, assessing, then all but dives for the most sensitive part he can see. He drags his mouth slowly up the line of the join of the wing, tongue flicking out here to touch flesh and here to touch down, his left hand still buried in inky black feathers.
At last, his questing mouth reaches the top of the join near the shoulder and bites down. He wraps himself around Crowley to hold on tightly with every available muscle, not letting go.
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Date: 2009-01-02 01:31 am (UTC)He contemplates Crowley's back for a moment, assessing, then all but dives for the most sensitive part he can see. He drags his mouth slowly up the line of the join of the wing, tongue flicking out here to touch flesh and here to touch down, his left hand still buried in inky black feathers.
At last, his questing mouth reaches the top of the join near the shoulder and bites down. He wraps himself around Crowley to hold on tightly with every available muscle, not letting go.