Crowley's body and the aura of happiness surrounding it is like a warm blanket that pulls the angel back into a state of tranquility. He's finally, finally allowed to love Crowley openly, and he won't dwell on the past a moment longer, only bask in the present.
He laughs at the groping, a deep-chested rumble that Crowley can probably feel as well as hear. "If you give me a chance to clear away more of my book, you'll have plenty of nice, comfortable surfaces to hold me to." There's a couch and a few cushy chairs underneath the stacks somewhere.
One hand continues stroking his back, the other pets his hair. "I love you so much. My dearest." He'll never tire of saying it.
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No worries! I hope you're staying safe and healthy wherever you are. <3
Date: 2020-03-27 12:10 am (UTC)He laughs at the groping, a deep-chested rumble that Crowley can probably feel as well as hear. "If you give me a chance to clear away more of my book, you'll have plenty of nice, comfortable surfaces to hold me to." There's a couch and a few cushy chairs underneath the stacks somewhere.
One hand continues stroking his back, the other pets his hair. "I love you so much. My dearest." He'll never tire of saying it.