Anthony J Crowley: Vaguely Sauntering Downward (_crowley_) wrote in snapthread,
Oh, sure, Aziraphale had seen Crowley's eyes plenty of times -- they'd known each other since before the (excellent) invention of sunglasses, after all. But it was rare these days (and these days spanned several centuries now) for Crowley to go without, in public or in private. There were some things he simply didn't like about himself, and there wasn't much fixing that. But Crowley did sort of like that Aziraphale seemed to enjoy it -- enjoy to make that little oh</i> of a noise, like he'd just been given a gift of some kind. It made Crowley feel a little warm all over, starting from the inside.
The children were absolutely an excuse -- a little miracle could have stopped any sort of noise from going anywhere -- but it was more fun this way, more exciting. Crowley had always been fond of living on the edge, after all. He let out a wordless little huff of agreement -- too busy taking all those kisses and then deciding he wanted more -- and settled long fingers on his Angel's jawline only to slide them down further, until he could fiddle with the knot of his bowtie until it was undone.