"Do you?" and it didn't take a witch like Agnes to know that Aziraphale was smiling, lips curved against Crowley's warm skin. The angel was smiling more at the tone of Crowley's voice, the gentle rumbling he felt against his mouth as he kissed along Crowley's neck.
He undid the shirt buttons before, some expensive material that was enjoyable to have slip through his fingers, thin enough to toy with a nipple through the fabric. Aziraphale murmured a song as he worked, a long-forgotten song of brewing and chemistry for Egyptian cosmetics.*
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Date: 2006-06-13 12:26 am (UTC)He undid the shirt buttons before, some expensive material that was enjoyable to have slip through his fingers, thin enough to toy with a nipple through the fabric. Aziraphale murmured a song as he worked, a long-forgotten song of brewing and chemistry for Egyptian cosmetics.*
*How he knew this, you didn't want to ask.