Aziraphale's expression makes Crowley's brath catch, and she licks her lips unconsciously as she glances at his mouth. Aziraphale isn't the only one thinking about cloakrooms. She loves it when he has that expression of knowing mischief, when he teases her.
"Depends on who's doing the surprising." Low and sultry words, a bit spoiled by how she grins afterwards. "Your magic act, unfortunately, is never surprising."
From there the conversation continues as it so often does these days, banter and teasing intermixed with subtle and not so subtle flirtation. And fantastic food and drink, of course. The Ritz never fails. And if Crowley appreciates watching Aziraphale appreciate his food more than she appreciates her own (terrific as it is), that's nothing unusual.
And if her flirtations become a bit less subtle as the evening progresses, if her skin is flushed from the nearness of him and the way he says her name now and then...if she just happens to slip her foot out of her shoe and run her toes along his leg, and just happens to keep going all the way up to his upper thigh, and if she plots multiple routes to get to the cloakroom in the quickest possible amount of time just in case...well, no one else need know about those.
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Cloakroom. 1) I am a smut fiend, and 2) Crowley wants something.
Date: 2019-12-12 10:36 pm (UTC)"Depends on who's doing the surprising." Low and sultry words, a bit spoiled by how she grins afterwards. "Your magic act, unfortunately, is never surprising."
From there the conversation continues as it so often does these days, banter and teasing intermixed with subtle and not so subtle flirtation. And fantastic food and drink, of course. The Ritz never fails. And if Crowley appreciates watching Aziraphale appreciate his food more than she appreciates her own (terrific as it is), that's nothing unusual.
And if her flirtations become a bit less subtle as the evening progresses, if her skin is flushed from the nearness of him and the way he says her name now and then...if she just happens to slip her foot out of her shoe and run her toes along his leg, and just happens to keep going all the way up to his upper thigh, and if she plots multiple routes to get to the cloakroom in the quickest possible amount of time just in case...well, no one else need know about those.
Except Aziraphale.