Date: 2020-08-09 09:36 pm (UTC)
inlovewithmycar: (tips hat m'angel)
Well then, if you put it like that - c'mere, you.

[ And Crowley pulls him into an embrace, drawing in the angel into another kiss.

The only sound the demon makes is a soft moan of pleasure, his hands running down Aziraphale's naked bod. It's hard not to be anxious about showing Aziraphale a part of himself Crowley stuffed in storage bins and crates and hid away for centuries. It's true he'd needed a place that was out of the way enough to avoid suspicion, but close enough he could easily get to it, but the reason he'd chosen the cottage specifically had been idle notions of domesticity in a picturesque countryside. A little fairy tale to tell himself.

He wasn't sure what to think of it potentially becoming true. They could have that - a place just for them, filled with their mementos of a long life in each other's company.
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