[Peeking up at Crowley's expression from the safety of his warm and cozy embrace, Aziraphale's blush starts to fade. There's no place for his usual walls to be up, either, and he can let his embarrassment fade and focus on the fact that Crowley is open and willing to his fantasy.
And what an image he offers, treating Aziraphale like a delicacy to be savored. Crowley is no longer the only one sporting a hungry look.]
Well... [He lets one of his hands wander, dragging a finger along Crowley's side as if he's sampling a bit of cream from the top of a tasty confection.] It should probably be at lunchtime. For the authenticity.
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And what an image he offers, treating Aziraphale like a delicacy to be savored. Crowley is no longer the only one sporting a hungry look.]
Well... [He lets one of his hands wander, dragging a finger along Crowley's side as if he's sampling a bit of cream from the top of a tasty confection.] It should probably be at lunchtime. For the authenticity.