Open To Anyone For Anything RP Post 2

[questionablewit]

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Do we want to continue this or let it drift to a conclusion?

[duckshaveears]

Crowley would object if he heard the words gentle or sweet. Maybe eventually this will all be familiar enough, taken for granted enough, that he'll accept words like that, admit they're part of him, admit he wants them.

(He hopes so, deep down in the places where he knows himself)

"Good," he whispers. Another kiss, and then a hint of a grin. "In the meantime you should kiss me a few more times, don't you think? Practice. To make sure we get it right tomorrow, you know."

we can finish up this one, probably pick up the topic some other time . One of our shortest ones wow

[salutosinedelectat]

Crowley may protest. And Aziraphale will expect him to. And they will continue that cycle until it changes into something else, as things tend to do. It's just the natural flow.

"Oh, of course. Wouldn't want to come up short." Even without either of them looking, the angel still pulls a mock serious frown, which lasts for a whole two seconds before he's smiling again. "How does it go, again?"

We'll actually *finish* one? Is that allowed?

[duckshaveears]

Crowley chuckles, low and husky. "Something like this, I think?" Aziraphale's mouth is warm, and he slides his tongue in to get a taste of it, breathes in deep. His fingertips tighten their hold, almost imperceptibly. "Or maybe this--" The next kiss is a little more hungry, a little less teasing. "Or this..."

He loses track eventually, both of the teasing and of the numbers and types of kisses.

This is untold territory

[salutosinedelectat]

The angel, ever the dedicated learner, makes sure to take mental notes of all of these methods they have obviously never tried before. Practice makes perfect, doesn't it? And there's nothing quite like learning by doing.

His arms find his way around the demon's neck, ever so gently pulling him closer to the angel. Better angles. More details to note. A far better conclusion to the evening, he would have to say, and he's quite eager to put his learnings to the test tomorrow evening.

They did have a lovely evening, after all. Perhaps with a couple of bumps in the road - which he's sure will come up some other time, along with others. But that's alright. They'll cross those bridges when they get to them, hand in hand.

Maybe Oscar hadn't been wrong after all. He would have been rather smug about that.