[Bastard, bastard angel--it's exactly the right amount of pressure, and it's as if Crowley can somehow draw all the stress from deep in his muscles up into his fingers to rub it away.]
Hngh, [he manages, a low groan that's somewhere between utter contentment and how very dare you. After a moment he tries again--] Nnrrrhh. [Nope, not working. If it were possible for a human body to melt into a big warm puddle of jelly, his would be doing exactly that right now. Even though they've been lovers for centuries, this sort of intimacy is always rather breathtaking in its simplicity and comfort.
But then Crowley's always made Aziraphale's heart and body and mind react in ways that surprise him.
One more attempt, he tells himself, and tries to muster up real coherence while Crowley's thumbs are stroking over the back of his neck.]
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I have to say the footnotes are only getting better with time and I love it. :D
Date: 2020-01-27 04:33 am (UTC)Hngh, [he manages, a low groan that's somewhere between utter contentment and how very dare you. After a moment he tries again--] Nnrrrhh. [Nope, not working. If it were possible for a human body to melt into a big warm puddle of jelly, his would be doing exactly that right now. Even though they've been lovers for centuries, this sort of intimacy is always rather breathtaking in its simplicity and comfort.
But then Crowley's always made Aziraphale's heart and body and mind react in ways that surprise him.
One more attempt, he tells himself, and tries to muster up real coherence while Crowley's thumbs are stroking over the back of his neck.]
Rrrrmmmmff.
[Great job, Aziraphale.]