Aziraphale means to make an affronted sound in reply, but all that comes out is a needy gasp. Crowley's hot breath on the spot where he licked sets his nerves on fire. Since when did ears become such a sensual spot on his body? All this time, right there on the side of his head, and he had no idea.
It's why he's worried, why he wants to argue that there's so much he doesn't know, but that soothing touch to his face calms him, gives him pause while Crowley reassures him in so many words. "They're novels, not instruction manuals," he retorts, but the anxious note in his voice has already melted away, replaced with soft humor. He can read between the lines; Crowley has never done this before, either. The thought fills him with tenderness. "But... yes, you're right. We'll figure it out together, as we always have."
He turns his head to kiss the palm of Crowley's hand, as if in promise, then gets off of him and onto his knees. His hands remain on Crowley, beckoning him to get up off the floor. "If it's all the same to you, dear, I'd like to figure it out on my bed." He smiles, face flushed and clothes disheveled. "I'll even miracle the books off of it."
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It's why he's worried, why he wants to argue that there's so much he doesn't know, but that soothing touch to his face calms him, gives him pause while Crowley reassures him in so many words. "They're novels, not instruction manuals," he retorts, but the anxious note in his voice has already melted away, replaced with soft humor. He can read between the lines; Crowley has never done this before, either. The thought fills him with tenderness. "But... yes, you're right. We'll figure it out together, as we always have."
He turns his head to kiss the palm of Crowley's hand, as if in promise, then gets off of him and onto his knees. His hands remain on Crowley, beckoning him to get up off the floor. "If it's all the same to you, dear, I'd like to figure it out on my bed." He smiles, face flushed and clothes disheveled. "I'll even miracle the books off of it."