Not -- oh -- literally, you... you wily serpent...
[It's the best he can do, not his usual level of repartee, but Crowley's wriggling hips are too much of a distraction, and those fingers slipping up his vest? Forget it, the angel is done for, absolute putty in the demon's clever, capable hands.
He does have enough sense to check the running bathwater, nearly full. A brief wave of his hand turns off the tap, and then he's tilting his head back, placing a hot kiss on Crowley's jaw.]
But if that's what it takes, my dear, then wiggle on.
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[It's the best he can do, not his usual level of repartee, but Crowley's wriggling hips are too much of a distraction, and those fingers slipping up his vest? Forget it, the angel is done for, absolute putty in the demon's clever, capable hands.
He does have enough sense to check the running bathwater, nearly full. A brief wave of his hand turns off the tap, and then he's tilting his head back, placing a hot kiss on Crowley's jaw.]
But if that's what it takes, my dear, then wiggle on.