It's lucky he was prepared for this; the violence of Crowley's reaction is still enough to shake his balance. When he's fairly certain it's subsided, he drops gentle, soothing kisses over and over onto Crowley's neck, murmuring quietly. Arms go around him once again, pulling Aziraphael's smile against the damp skin just below the demon's hairline.
He keeps one eye on the wings that shot up on either side of him, waiting for them to relax.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2009-01-02 06:36 am (UTC)He keeps one eye on the wings that shot up on either side of him, waiting for them to relax.