[Aziraphale indulges in a round of kissing, arms sliding forward to encircle Crowley's chest. The demon's skin is delightfully slippery under the water and he finds it a touch difficult to resume their conversation.]
Oh, you -- mmm -- you would make a game out of it...
[He gives Crowley another squeeze before reluctantly disengaging and nudging him a touch forward.]
All right, you've convinced me. The fornicating angel statue can go somewhere in the shop. Now let me get the last of the suds out of your hair before I hiccup out a bubble.
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Date: 2020-05-10 12:59 am (UTC)Oh, you -- mmm -- you would make a game out of it...
[He gives Crowley another squeeze before reluctantly disengaging and nudging him a touch forward.]
All right, you've convinced me. The fornicating angel statue can go somewhere in the shop. Now let me get the last of the suds out of your hair before I hiccup out a bubble.