"Yeah, you did." Crowley steals a languid, liquid kiss, still resting against him. When she pulls away her smirk is evident. "Can't say I wasn't warned. But I will get you back, angel. You're setting a high bar here but I'm up for the challenge."
A little reluctantly she adjusts her clothing back into place, and does use a bit of a miracle to clean herself up (wet knickers would be much, much too distracting, as well as uncomfortable). But an earlier thought prompts her to look down at Aziraphale's trousers, and her grin when she sees the damp place there is thoroughly demonic.
She leans in again and kisses him, her fingers trailing down his leg to that spot. "Keep this," she murmurs. "For the rest of the night, at least. I want to know it's there."
He does, and she's radiant with satisfaction as much as happiness and the general afterglow of a really good orgasm, even though he refuses her other offer to clean his fingers for him. Teasing him about that keeps them nicely occupied for what's left of the intermission, and she manages to catch his hand and kiss the back of it when the lights dim once more, whereupon she laughs wickedly, but refrains, settling for just holding his fingers in hers.
Anytime he wants to roleplay, Crowley is up for it. Especially redoing certain events from theirpast
A little reluctantly she adjusts her clothing back into place, and does use a bit of a miracle to clean herself up (wet knickers would be much, much too distracting, as well as uncomfortable). But an earlier thought prompts her to look down at Aziraphale's trousers, and her grin when she sees the damp place there is thoroughly demonic.
She leans in again and kisses him, her fingers trailing down his leg to that spot. "Keep this," she murmurs. "For the rest of the night, at least. I want to know it's there."
He does, and she's radiant with satisfaction as much as happiness and the general afterglow of a really good orgasm, even though he refuses her other offer to clean his fingers for him. Teasing him about that keeps them nicely occupied for what's left of the intermission, and she manages to catch his hand and kiss the back of it when the lights dim once more, whereupon she laughs wickedly, but refrains, settling for just holding his fingers in hers.