He's not sure how long they stay like that; it's at least a few minutes. He traces lazy circles and nonsense patterns on Crowley's other shoulder, drifting a little, himself.
At last he pushes himself reluctantly away - not far - and drags his fingers lightly down Crowley's spine.
"Turn over?" he suggests. The half-smile he's wearing hasn't faded at all.
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Date: 2009-01-02 08:54 am (UTC)At last he pushes himself reluctantly away - not far - and drags his fingers lightly down Crowley's spine.
"Turn over?" he suggests. The half-smile he's wearing hasn't faded at all.