It's presumably Aziraphael's hand that pulls them together, though the angel leaning forward and some trick of his roll has already brought him far enough to slide the other hand into dark hair, inky and dense as the feathers he's been teasing. The brush of his lips against Crowley's is gentle and light, but the angel, at least, feels it's been a long time coming.
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Date: 2009-01-02 07:05 pm (UTC)