Aziraphale miracled some distractedly, a blush still painting his cheeks a schoolboy pink.
"Here," he said, grasping at Crowley - oh, yes, the no-shirt thing. How very well. He reached out, Crowley suddenly still against him, and touched the ice carefully to Crowley's swollen mouth. Gently, softly, he moved it, so as to cover the whole of the area. The blood was all but gone by now, and the demon's mouth glistened at him.
He stared, unable to look away, and let out a whimper. Oh, heavens, he wanted to give Crowley another kiss.
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Date: 2006-01-03 05:16 am (UTC)"Here," he said, grasping at Crowley - oh, yes, the no-shirt thing. How very well. He reached out, Crowley suddenly still against him, and touched the ice carefully to Crowley's swollen mouth. Gently, softly, he moved it, so as to cover the whole of the area. The blood was all but gone by now, and the demon's mouth glistened at him.
He stared, unable to look away, and let out a whimper. Oh, heavens, he wanted to give Crowley another kiss.