[ Crowley, a demon of minor annoyances, grins deviously before the tickling has him abruptly curl in on himself, gripping Aziraphale for dear life as he laughs reflexively. ]
Menace with those fingers, you are. Bloody menace.
[ Eager as ever, Crowley returns the kiss, and lays a few of his own. ]
Nothing for it then - a romantic getaway to the seaside ought to sort you out.
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Date: 2020-05-08 07:06 pm (UTC)Menace with those fingers, you are. Bloody menace.
[ Eager as ever, Crowley returns the kiss, and lays a few of his own. ]
Nothing for it then - a romantic getaway to the seaside ought to sort you out.