[ Crowley feels a swell of affection for Aziraphale, and he runs his fingers over the braid, with a hum of approval. The little black ribbon leaves him grinning as his head is brought back for a kiss; one which he is all too happy to return with a slow slide of lips. Moments like these, Crowley likes to savour their kisses, slow and sensuous things that they are. ]
Oh, I don't know. Might take a little advantage.
[ Crowley looks terribly pleased with himself as he murmurs this against the corner of Aziraphale's lips, giving the angel's thigh a light squeeze. ]
Let's have a look then. I trust you, but I also want to admire your work.
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Date: 2020-06-05 09:54 pm (UTC)Oh, I don't know. Might take a little advantage.
[ Crowley looks terribly pleased with himself as he murmurs this against the corner of Aziraphale's lips, giving the angel's thigh a light squeeze. ]
Let's have a look then. I trust you, but I also want to admire your work.