[He snorts, undignified and very real, because just like that, the fragility is broken. Not gone, oh, dear me, no, not at all, but at least they can move on without much fuss. Crowley ducks his head down, nuzzling right back up against him, pleased by the softness of his angel. And ah, right-- a lazy snap, and there goes that mess, because he knows Aziraphale will fuss sooner or later.
He takes his time in climbing off, stretching out those long legs with a low groan. There's something wonderful about the languid way he does it, knowing now that Aziraphale won't leave. He lays out and beckons him close, come here, it's cuddling time. Keep him warm.]
How about that? You're the one who was a virgin until about twenty minutes ago.
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He takes his time in climbing off, stretching out those long legs with a low groan. There's something wonderful about the languid way he does it, knowing now that Aziraphale won't leave. He lays out and beckons him close, come here, it's cuddling time. Keep him warm.]
How about that? You're the one who was a virgin until about twenty minutes ago.