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A.J. Crowley ([personal profile] goodtobebad) wrote2030-06-10 07:06 pm
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[personal profile] salutosinedelectat 2019-07-20 01:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Aziraphale looks at him, quietly, even now still taken aback by such sincere expressions of affection. It's not the first, hopefully won't be the last, but it's still... A lot.

He catches himself lingering maybe a little too long. Has to break the eye contact, lest he be stuck for too long. Or... Or who knows, maybe the effect would be better than he thinks.

He clears his throat, and there's the slightest hint of a bashful smile as he looks down.]

I...suppose it's not too necessary. [ There's a 'thank you' in there somewhere, in the acknowledgement he doesn't voice, and how quiet he becomes, like all the times where it's all too much to start anywhere.


He could kiss him again. He should kiss him again. Oh, there's a lot he could do. ]
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[personal profile] goodtobebad 2019-07-20 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Crowley takes the initiative, tugging fabric aside so he can kiss the angel's shoulder tenderly. Maybe words don't work for him so well, but hopefully actions do?

He slides his hand up the pajama shirt, no intent other than to touch his bare skin, rest his hand over the angel's heart. Be as close as possible. ]
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[personal profile] salutosinedelectat 2019-07-20 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He says a lot with his actions. Always has. For almost as long as Aziraphale remembers noticing.

He watches Crowley's hand, watches watches him kiss the angel's shoulder, and relaxes, calmly settling down. Looks at the hand on his chest, and gently rests his own over it.

He thinks for a moment. Closes his eyes for a second. Then raises his free hand, and, with the flick of a wrist, just miracles the shirt away.

It can now be found neatly folded on the chair his gown is resting on.

I mean, it was a bit pointless to just keep it on like that. Clearly. He still looks vaguely embarrassed.]
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[personal profile] goodtobebad 2019-07-21 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Crowley just... smiles. Already half-dozing. ]

Take a nap with me, angel.
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[personal profile] salutosinedelectat 2019-07-21 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He smiles calmly again when he looks at the demon, embarrassment quietly washing away. The power of just having him there, close, and looking so comfortable is quite something to behold.

He holds Crowley's hand resting against his chest. Wraps his other arm around the demon, hand comfortably set on the small of his back. Cozy and comfortable and warm.

He lets out a calm, relaxing sigh, letting himself sink against the pillows. ]

Might need to revise the opening hours.
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