[Aziraphale groans softly into the kiss—he’s learned to love the taste of himself in her mouth. His whole body thrums with the warm rush of afterglow; his heart floods with tenderness. By the time she pulls back he’s smiling, gently mischievous.]
I hope you know, [he murmurs against her lips,] that we’re not leaving here till this filthy mouth has brought you off too.
[His hand drifts to her thigh; his voice is as much a suggestive caress as the brush of his fingers.]
Can’t let you sit there through the performance all wound up...
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And most of those books of prophecy!
Date: 2019-12-16 01:47 pm (UTC)I hope you know, [he murmurs against her lips,] that we’re not leaving here till this filthy mouth has brought you off too.
[His hand drifts to her thigh; his voice is as much a suggestive caress as the brush of his fingers.]
Can’t let you sit there through the performance all wound up...