"Ngk," is the only answer to that 'my love', but it's a fervent one. Just as fervent as the "God, yes, anything," response when Aziraphale pulls on Crowley's shirt. He's pretty sure it's wanting permission to undress him, but honestly it doesn't matter. Whatever Aziraphale is asking, the answer is yes.
Crowley pulls up for a minute, helping to pull the relevant garments off. Shirt and his own waistcoat all at once, and he tugs off the small scarf thing and the chain while he's at it, flinging the lot off somewhere to the side. Normally he's more neat, but at this moment neatness is so very, very unimportant. Especially in comparison to kissing Aziraphale some more, and starting to undo his shirt buttons, because now that Crowley is half-naked all he can think about is getting Aziraphale into the same state.
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Date: 2019-10-31 11:09 pm (UTC)Crowley pulls up for a minute, helping to pull the relevant garments off. Shirt and his own waistcoat all at once, and he tugs off the small scarf thing and the chain while he's at it, flinging the lot off somewhere to the side. Normally he's more neat, but at this moment neatness is so very, very unimportant. Especially in comparison to kissing Aziraphale some more, and starting to undo his shirt buttons, because now that Crowley is half-naked all he can think about is getting Aziraphale into the same state.