“You could say that,” he smiles, already putting his own coat back on. “But it ought to keep you warm, at least.”
He can almost feel her skin prickle beneath her coat as he takes her arm; they move with the same purposeful quiet that got them to the cloakroom at the Ritz. Again no one notices them in the crowd, or on the hushed street outside.
This time there’s no door to lock, no space to insulate to hold in their sounds. All the same, they’re alone, unseen, a single shadow against the side of the building.
Aziraphale leans back, his Inverness cape keeping him cushioned against the chill of the night and the bricks of the building. His hands find Crowley’s hips and draw her close, gently.
“I find myself very inspired,” he murmurs, the steam of his breath caressing her face even as it vanishes, “to tell you exactly what I want to do to you, when we get home.”
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Happy holidays, I brought you the angel with the filthiest imagination!
Date: 2019-12-22 10:55 pm (UTC)He can almost feel her skin prickle beneath her coat as he takes her arm; they move with the same purposeful quiet that got them to the cloakroom at the Ritz. Again no one notices them in the crowd, or on the hushed street outside.
This time there’s no door to lock, no space to insulate to hold in their sounds. All the same, they’re alone, unseen, a single shadow against the side of the building.
Aziraphale leans back, his Inverness cape keeping him cushioned against the chill of the night and the bricks of the building. His hands find Crowley’s hips and draw her close, gently.
“I find myself very inspired,” he murmurs, the steam of his breath caressing her face even as it vanishes, “to tell you exactly what I want to do to you, when we get home.”