[ Crowley's tone is deliberately elusive as he kisses up along Aziraphale's neck. Oh, that smile! Crowley likes to think of it as Aziraphale's bastard smile, the kind he gets when there's a little mischief in him. ]
You know how much I love to surprise you, angel, but if you want to keep guessing, be my guest. Perhaps we should make a little game of it...?
[ Crowley's lips have migrated to the vicinity of Aziraphale's earlobe at this point, the demon grinning wide and bright. ]
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[ Crowley's tone is deliberately elusive as he kisses up along Aziraphale's neck. Oh, that smile! Crowley likes to think of it as Aziraphale's bastard smile, the kind he gets when there's a little mischief in him. ]
You know how much I love to surprise you, angel, but if you want to keep guessing, be my guest. Perhaps we should make a little game of it...?
[ Crowley's lips have migrated to the vicinity of Aziraphale's earlobe at this point, the demon grinning wide and bright. ]