And here they are, the closest they could be to their natural states - others, hidden, much too intense, much too harmful, and he's grown so used to this shape, their forms -, together in more ways than one, and he can barely believe it's happening. It's so much.
The feeling of Crowley's hand gently brushing, touching, his gentleness, it makes his heart flutter, even against the dull ache, the actual physical presence. But, in all things physical, the angel's attention is clearly being pulled towards much more enjoyable matters.
It makes him want more, which is...a rather new, and rather exhilarating feeling. That he may or may not coyly share with Crowley, uncertainty included.
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Date: 2019-09-22 01:55 am (UTC)The feeling of Crowley's hand gently brushing, touching, his gentleness, it makes his heart flutter, even against the dull ache, the actual physical presence. But, in all things physical, the angel's attention is clearly being pulled towards much more enjoyable matters.
It makes him want more, which is...a rather new, and rather exhilarating feeling. That he may or may not coyly share with Crowley, uncertainty included.