[This is an incredibly stupid thing to do, and Crowley recognizes that it's an incredible stupid thing to do, but for the first time since his return to Adstringendum he feels more like himself. And he can forget the evening in the church and the horrible reality he has yet to face about his position in Hell and he can forget about Abaddon and Sam Winchester and the feeling of needles can be forgotten in the next...
-- but augh, it's not the same.
He pulls away half an inch (but only half), almost debating to himself whether or not he wants to continue and Crowley kisses her gently again, his fingers threading through her hair before he speaks.]
I think I've tested my luck enough for one evening.
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Date: 2013-11-23 06:56 pm (UTC)From:-- but augh, it's not the same.
He pulls away half an inch (but only half), almost debating to himself whether or not he wants to continue and Crowley kisses her gently again, his fingers threading through her hair before he speaks.]
I think I've tested my luck enough for one evening.