All those soft crooning noises help recall her to herself. She whimpers a little as he withdraws his fingers; oversensitive as she now is, she still hates losing the feeling of being joined, even this fairly small amount.
But they are outside, and there's still the other half of the show. Much as she enjoyed the first half, Crowley's a little sorry about that. There's nothing she'd like more than to be in their warm bed at home, snuggling and teasing and twined around each other. The fact that they'll get there in a few hours is only some comfort.
"Mm," she agrees, tilting her head as he kisses her face. "Didn't doubt you. Never do." She kisses him in return, whatever part is nearest; it turns out to be the edge of his mouth. "Was right, earlier. You're too good to me, angel."
There's nothing self-depreciating in the words. If anything they're smug, a silent and I love it and will shamelessly take advantage of the fact tacked on to the end.
It certainly does.
But they are outside, and there's still the other half of the show. Much as she enjoyed the first half, Crowley's a little sorry about that. There's nothing she'd like more than to be in their warm bed at home, snuggling and teasing and twined around each other. The fact that they'll get there in a few hours is only some comfort.
"Mm," she agrees, tilting her head as he kisses her face. "Didn't doubt you. Never do." She kisses him in return, whatever part is nearest; it turns out to be the edge of his mouth. "Was right, earlier. You're too good to me, angel."
There's nothing self-depreciating in the words. If anything they're smug, a silent and I love it and will shamelessly take advantage of the fact tacked on to the end.