[Aziraphale does not mind being sprawled upon in the least. He is far more comfortable than a chaise lounge, in his personal opinion, although a certain part of his anatomy is poking at Crowley in a way that piece of furniture most definitely should not. With a thrilled little smile, he returns the kiss avidly, arms wrapping about his torso.]
Oh, I must. The mirror is such a long way away.
[He delivers another kiss, one hand absently batting away the pillow that Crowley had been using to cover his groin.]
I suppose I could carry you there, if you insisted...
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Oh, I must. The mirror is such a long way away.
[He delivers another kiss, one hand absently batting away the pillow that Crowley had been using to cover his groin.]
I suppose I could carry you there, if you insisted...