His smile curves wide and warm; he noses gently at her neck, perfectly contented.
"I did set out to spoil you tonight." This is the most glorious of secrets--the two of them, leaning on one another, half-entwined beneath their coats, no human soul around them remotely aware of what they've just done. Aziraphale isn't a stranger to the pleasure of feeling like you've gotten away with something, but he relishes it in this new context all the same. "And I intend to make good on all my promises once we're home. But not before we've gotten to your favorite part of the story," he adds, fondly teasing.
They do, miraculously, have enough time to readjust themselves and find their seats. With a strange surge of pride Aziraphale notices there's a wet spot on his trousers, one his cape hides from view; even though a good dry clean will probably get it out, he'll always know it was there. (Unfortunately, he does find he has to refrain from licking his fingers clean, because he knows the taste of her will lead him right back to the clothes-ripping impulse, and he does want to save that for the end of the night.)
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A does love peril/rescue foreplay (because of course), but with that part over he's quite flexible!
Date: 2019-12-28 09:01 pm (UTC)"I did set out to spoil you tonight." This is the most glorious of secrets--the two of them, leaning on one another, half-entwined beneath their coats, no human soul around them remotely aware of what they've just done. Aziraphale isn't a stranger to the pleasure of feeling like you've gotten away with something, but he relishes it in this new context all the same. "And I intend to make good on all my promises once we're home. But not before we've gotten to your favorite part of the story," he adds, fondly teasing.
They do, miraculously, have enough time to readjust themselves and find their seats. With a strange surge of pride Aziraphale notices there's a wet spot on his trousers, one his cape hides from view; even though a good dry clean will probably get it out, he'll always know it was there. (Unfortunately, he does find he has to refrain from licking his fingers clean, because he knows the taste of her will lead him right back to the clothes-ripping impulse, and he does want to save that for the end of the night.)