[ Crowley gives a reflexive chuckle at Aziraphale's touch. It tickles, but in a pleasant way, like nestling into warm silk sheets. And while one hand remains firmly planted on the angel's bum (he may or may not have stolen a few appreciative glances over the centuries), the other glides over the thigh hooked around his hips. ]
Better make sure you keep this silver tongue occupied then. There's no telling what mischief it's liable to get up to.
[ He flicks his tongue, the split tip tickling the underside of Aziraphale's chin while Crowley looks terribly pleased with himself. ]
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[ Crowley gives a reflexive chuckle at Aziraphale's touch. It tickles, but in a pleasant way, like nestling into warm silk sheets. And while one hand remains firmly planted on the angel's bum (he may or may not have stolen a few appreciative glances over the centuries), the other glides over the thigh hooked around his hips. ]
Better make sure you keep this silver tongue occupied then. There's no telling what mischief it's liable to get up to.
[ He flicks his tongue, the split tip tickling the underside of Aziraphale's chin while Crowley looks terribly pleased with himself. ]