No... I couldn't risk it, not with Gabriel popping over unannounced. Ever vigilant and all that. But I did try reading in bed several times. The humans made it seem very appealing, all nestled under the covers with a book and a small reading light.
[The thought of using it for anything else, particularly with a certain red-haired demon in it, was far out of the realm of possibility until very recently, but reading alone simply wasn't as satisfying, so soon enough the bed became a place to store books like everything else in the flat.
He folds up his trousers and puts them with the rest of his clothes, then turns and finally takes in the sight of Crowley lying in his bed.]
Good Lord... couldn't wait, could you?
[Despite the eye roll, he's clearly pleased by what he sees. He sits down and traces a finger along the writing on Crowley's colorful boxer briefs. Yep, that's definitely his handwriting. He wishes that he could remember that evening better. Bold enough to sign Crowley's pants, but too shy to take it any farther.
He's not going to squander his second chance.
Carefully, he opens the rest of the buttons on Crowley's waistcoat, then slides a hand underneath Crowley's shirt.]
I suppose I should thank you, those trousers are damn near impossible to get off.
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Date: 2020-03-20 11:23 pm (UTC)[The thought of using it for anything else, particularly with a certain red-haired demon in it, was far out of the realm of possibility until very recently, but reading alone simply wasn't as satisfying, so soon enough the bed became a place to store books like everything else in the flat.
He folds up his trousers and puts them with the rest of his clothes, then turns and finally takes in the sight of Crowley lying in his bed.]
Good Lord... couldn't wait, could you?
[Despite the eye roll, he's clearly pleased by what he sees. He sits down and traces a finger along the writing on Crowley's colorful boxer briefs. Yep, that's definitely his handwriting. He wishes that he could remember that evening better. Bold enough to sign Crowley's pants, but too shy to take it any farther.
He's not going to squander his second chance.
Carefully, he opens the rest of the buttons on Crowley's waistcoat, then slides a hand underneath Crowley's shirt.]
I suppose I should thank you, those trousers are damn near impossible to get off.