Purely out of curiosity
Aug. 16th, 2007 07:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nny[Poll #1040262]
I'm just interested in seeing where we overlap. And where I ought to be looking for more. *grins*
"What," said Crowley's brain, "do you think you're doing?" Crowley's mouth would have said it, too, if it hadn't been suddenly and inexplicably full of the angel's tongue.
Strangely, it was very much like having anyone else's tongue in your mouth. Crowley didn't know quite what he'd been thinking - or if he'd been thinking about it at all - but he would have expected something odd. A choir of Hosannas in the back of his mind, perhaps. But Aziraphale just tasted like the chablis they'd just been drinking and kissed Crowley rather clumsily, as though he'd only ever heard about it. Read about it, perhaps.
If a person was determined to find something odd about it, he conceded, you could probably count the feeling in his stomach, the sudden strange compulsion to thread his fingers into the angel's fine hair; then again, that could maybe be explained by the fact that, unpractised as it no doubt was, it was really quite a nice -
His train of thought was abruptly cut off as Aziraphale pulled away, licking his lips thoughtfully.
"What," said Crowley, finally catching up, "do you think you're doing?"
I'm just interested in seeing where we overlap. And where I ought to be looking for more. *grins*
"What," said Crowley's brain, "do you think you're doing?" Crowley's mouth would have said it, too, if it hadn't been suddenly and inexplicably full of the angel's tongue.
Strangely, it was very much like having anyone else's tongue in your mouth. Crowley didn't know quite what he'd been thinking - or if he'd been thinking about it at all - but he would have expected something odd. A choir of Hosannas in the back of his mind, perhaps. But Aziraphale just tasted like the chablis they'd just been drinking and kissed Crowley rather clumsily, as though he'd only ever heard about it. Read about it, perhaps.
If a person was determined to find something odd about it, he conceded, you could probably count the feeling in his stomach, the sudden strange compulsion to thread his fingers into the angel's fine hair; then again, that could maybe be explained by the fact that, unpractised as it no doubt was, it was really quite a nice -
His train of thought was abruptly cut off as Aziraphale pulled away, licking his lips thoughtfully.
"What," said Crowley, finally catching up, "do you think you're doing?"
