Each time they're 'interrupted,' Aziraphael tries (sometimes in vain) to trace Crowley's jaw with one hand or to plant a kiss on his ear. But whether he's successful or not isn't really the important thing; what's important is the breathing he can hear at his neck, and his own breath whispering close enough to ruffle a few strands of Crowley's hair.
His eyes are half closed again.
He can't run fingers as far up Crowley's back as he'd like, so he settles for tracing ten points of cool pressure on his lower back - spreading slowly outward, then lacing together, then back - and then one hand slides around Crowley's hip and carefully underneath to wrap around him.
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Date: 2009-01-02 09:15 pm (UTC)His eyes are half closed again.
He can't run fingers as far up Crowley's back as he'd like, so he settles for tracing ten points of cool pressure on his lower back - spreading slowly outward, then lacing together, then back - and then one hand slides around Crowley's hip and carefully underneath to wrap around him.
And this way, he doesn't even have to move.