Poker-faced above the table, below something else was going on. Aziraphale felt the stroking cloth-touches of the foot, and caught it, patiently holding it to the floor as he brought his right foot up, using the trapped foot as a guide. He released it after the exploring one had made it past the knee, up to the thigh. The foot paused, the warmth sinking through Crowley's trousers to his skin, and then moved closer, upwards, rubbing along the inside of the demon's thigh.
The angel was watching another couple eat, smiling and laughing, and was finally looked back, surprised by Crowley's expression. His own face reflected the surprise and some mock-concern, and Aziraphale leaned over the beautifully-patterned table, foot inching closer.
"You're looking very flushed, my dear. How much wine have you had, precisely? We haven't even," he licked his lips, eyes meeting Crowley's, "eaten yet."
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Date: 2006-06-12 11:42 pm (UTC)Poker-faced above the table, below something else was going on. Aziraphale felt the stroking cloth-touches of the foot, and caught it, patiently holding it to the floor as he brought his right foot up, using the trapped foot as a guide. He released it after the exploring one had made it past the knee, up to the thigh. The foot paused, the warmth sinking through Crowley's trousers to his skin, and then moved closer, upwards, rubbing along the inside of the demon's thigh.
The angel was watching another couple eat, smiling and laughing, and was finally looked back, surprised by Crowley's expression. His own face reflected the surprise and some mock-concern, and Aziraphale leaned over the beautifully-patterned table, foot inching closer.
"You're looking very flushed, my dear. How much wine have you had, precisely? We haven't even," he licked his lips, eyes meeting Crowley's, "eaten yet."