Crowley moans behind closed lips, an honest-to-God full body shiver breaking through him. The angel’s burning eyes pin him down, stronger than any heavenly rope.
He should ask what’s going on. He should open his mouth and tell Aziraphale this is all well and good (very good) but this is not the time for this kind of thing. He should.
Instead, when he’s able to focus his snake eyes on the angel again, he licks his lips and says, “Do it again.”
Crowley has three things no other demon has: an imagination, an issue to solve, and a very indulgent angel.
Bookmarked by CassieJWH1958
04 Oct 2019