[ Still tingling pleasantly from the contact with Aziraphale's wings, Crowley obediently folds his own as they fade from this plane of reality, and gets his remaining clothes off. ]
Your wish is my command, angel.
[ Sinking into the hot water, he rests his arms on the rim and pillows his chin in his folded hands, watching Aziraphale undress with great interest. Despite the tension in his groin and his eagerness to have Aziraphale back in his arms, he feels uncharacteristically serene. It's comfortable in the hot water, old aches seeping out of his corporation's bones, his many thousands of years of anxieties draining from him in the comfort and safety of Aziraphale's shop.
He grins lazily, flicking a bit of water in Aziraphale's direction. ]
C'mon, sweetheart. Join me. Water's lovely and there's plenty of room.
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obediently folds his own as they fade from this plane of reality, and gets his remaining clothes off. ]
Your wish is my command, angel.
[ Sinking into the hot water, he rests his arms on the rim and pillows his chin in his folded hands, watching Aziraphale undress with great interest. Despite the tension in his groin and his eagerness to have Aziraphale back in his arms, he feels uncharacteristically serene. It's comfortable in the hot water, old aches seeping out of his corporation's bones, his many thousands of years of anxieties draining from him in the comfort and safety of Aziraphale's shop.
He grins lazily, flicking a bit of water in Aziraphale's direction. ]
C'mon, sweetheart. Join me. Water's lovely and there's plenty of room.