John had no idea where this crazy idea had come from or what the hell he was doing, but it felt right, and it had got Crowley to come out of his shell, and at the moment that was good enough for him. Now there was just one more possible obstacle to deal with.
He didn't consider himself a master of seduction, but he knew Kit, and one thing he knew about Kit was that he's never seen her back down from a dare. Resting his head against Crowley's, he turned a steady, burning gaze on her--a look that was openly inviting, and at the same time suggested rather impertinently that he didn't think she had the guts.
He'd been telling himself he couldn't go back to the old routine, trying to shelter her from the stranger, shadier side of his life. If they were going to have any kind of a relationship--even a friendship--he was going to have to let her see it all, and, if she found it in herself, to be part of it. Hell of a way to start, he thought bemusedly...
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John had no idea where this crazy idea had come from or what the hell he was doing, but it felt right, and it had got Crowley to come out of his shell, and at the moment that was good enough for him. Now there was just one more possible obstacle to deal with.
He didn't consider himself a master of seduction, but he knew Kit, and one thing he knew about Kit was that he's never seen her back down from a dare. Resting his head against Crowley's, he turned a steady, burning gaze on her--a look that was openly inviting, and at the same time suggested rather impertinently that he didn't think she had the guts.
He'd been telling himself he couldn't go back to the old routine, trying to shelter her from the stranger, shadier side of his life. If they were going to have any kind of a relationship--even a friendship--he was going to have to let her see it all, and, if she found it in herself, to be part of it. Hell of a way to start, he thought bemusedly...