"We certainly are." Crowley's voice rumbles with satisfied anticipation. "Haven't waited all this time to get my hands on you just to waste an opportunity like that. So yeah, somewhere private. Without interruptions. A beach, maybe..."
He tilts his head back towards those wandering fingers, almost purring. "We'll have to get a picnic blanket. Extra large. Soft. Not tartan."
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Sonic?!? Stupid autocorrect, sorry. :(
Date: 2020-01-30 12:37 am (UTC)He tilts his head back towards those wandering fingers, almost purring. "We'll have to get a picnic blanket. Extra large. Soft. Not tartan."