For a long moment, Aziraphael stops, leaving his hands still and warm where they are. Instead, he ducks his head, trying to catch Crowley's gaze from beneath those dark, unsubtle lenses.
Finally, on an inhale and a soft, "Crowley?" he slides another inch closer, lifting his fingers to tip Crowley's gaze up to face him.
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Date: 2009-08-09 10:24 pm (UTC)Finally, on an inhale and a soft, "Crowley?" he slides another inch closer, lifting his fingers to tip Crowley's gaze up to face him.