The day after, Aziraphael couldn’t look at his abraded palms without blushing.
Crowley’s eyes were suddenly all he could see, and somehow he didn’t think it was down to the alcohol. He nodded, dry mouthed, as the demon leaned closer- Crowley didn’t even have to say anything any more, and he was almost certain he should be more concerned about that.
They didn’t make it back to the shop. They rarely did. It was all he could do to ensure there were no watchers.
The day after, Crowley trailed his hand along a rough brick wall, and licked his lips.
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Date: 2004-11-02 09:19 pm (UTC)Crowley’s eyes were suddenly all he could see, and somehow he didn’t think it was down to the alcohol. He nodded, dry mouthed, as the demon leaned closer- Crowley didn’t even have to say anything any more, and he was almost certain he should be more concerned about that.
They didn’t make it back to the shop. They rarely did. It was all he could do to ensure there were no watchers.
The day after, Crowley trailed his hand along a rough brick wall, and licked his lips.
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*looks shifty*
Um. Implied smut?