[Aziraphale lets out an involuntary sigh at that sweep of wild hair over Crowley's shoulders. Task momentarily forgotten, he leans in to press his face into all that hair and breathe in the intoxicating combination of the shampoo and Crowley's scent beneath it.]
Absolutely breathtaking, my dear.
[He kisses Crowley's shoulder, then reaches for the brush. The pillow in Crowley's lap does not go unnoticed and he hides a smile. The demon will never hear a single complaint from the angel about how easily aroused he becomes in the angel's presence.
With careful, gentle strokes, he works the brush from the middle of Crowley's hair down to the tips, using a tiny miracle or two on any of the more irksome tangles. The oil's done a lovely job; he's reminded of fine silk, the way those red locks bounce back from each stroke, sleek and shiny.]
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Date: 2020-05-29 03:25 pm (UTC)Absolutely breathtaking, my dear.
[He kisses Crowley's shoulder, then reaches for the brush. The pillow in Crowley's lap does not go unnoticed and he hides a smile. The demon will never hear a single complaint from the angel about how easily aroused he becomes in the angel's presence.
With careful, gentle strokes, he works the brush from the middle of Crowley's hair down to the tips, using a tiny miracle or two on any of the more irksome tangles. The oil's done a lovely job; he's reminded of fine silk, the way those red locks bounce back from each stroke, sleek and shiny.]