John caught his breath sharply, not expecting that, and shot Crowley a ferocious grin that managed to convey simultaneously Fuck, can you believe we're doing this? and Your turn's coming... Then he turned his attention to Kit's jeans, making short work of the snap and zipper, and getting up on his knees to peel her out of them without undue ceremony. He'd take it slow next time--if there was a next time, shit, better not to even contemplate later or consequences at a time like this--but he had to give himself a moment to appreciate the soft, full curves and milky white skin he hadn't seen laid bare before him in such a long time.
"God, you're beautiful," he said hoarsely. Nor was Crowley necessarily excluded from the statement; John had always been aware of, but never openly acknowledged, the physical perfection of the demon's corporation. But it was Kit making his heart pound wildly in his ears and driving what little sense remained out of his head. He caught her hand and tugged, inviting her to rise and meet him or haul him back down to her, as she preferred, and trusting Crowley to find whatever place in all this seemed best to him.
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Date: 2007-04-06 12:09 am (UTC)"God, you're beautiful," he said hoarsely. Nor was Crowley necessarily excluded from the statement; John had always been aware of, but never openly acknowledged, the physical perfection of the demon's corporation. But it was Kit making his heart pound wildly in his ears and driving what little sense remained out of his head. He caught her hand and tugged, inviting her to rise and meet him or haul him back down to her, as she preferred, and trusting Crowley to find whatever place in all this seemed best to him.