[She lets her head roll back so she can watch the sky too, and shifts her weight to her other arm so she can lift the wine bottle. The shift in position has her leaning towards him, their shoulders touching.
[Crowley leans his shoulder a little more into hers, allowing for the invitation for her to lean against him if she needs it -- but then she has to go and open her fucking mouth and the demon is sorely tempted to get up and let her fall over.
That, however, would be a waste of good liquor.
Crowley, if anything, has a good sense of humor regarding himself, though, and he lets the jib slide before continuing.]
Want to hear something hilarious that you won't find funny in a week?
[She looks over, eyebrows raised and a smile tugging at her lips. It's pretty hilarious that he thinks she'll just magically stop liking everything in a week- in a week, he keeps saying, or next week. Whatever. Weirdo.
[He has no idea why he's telling her this except for the fact that he thinks it's pretty hysterical.]
When I first took control of Hell, after the turmoil and mayhem had cleared out and the demons were used to me, they thought they were being clever and called me Lucky the Leprechaun behind my back when they thought I couldn't hear them.
[The joke was on them, as Crowley doesn't really take offense to people laughing at him, because he knows how truly marvelous he is, but he looks back on it pretty fondly.]
[Ah, yes, when he took control of the Underworld. Naomi remembers, she supposes, when she tries hard enough. His little story gets him a proper laugh that she won't echo in a week when she remembers everything, but honestly- it really is funny. He's so serious and perpetually irritated that imagining him as Lucky the Leprechaun is hilarious.
She leans into him and laughs and then straightens up, looking somewhat intent.]
That's it. Your memories taste like marshmallows- burnt on the outside.
[Crowley returns the laugh with half a grin, because getting a laugh out of Naomi is twice as difficult as it is getting one out of Castiel, and he feels pretty accomplished despite the fact that she's obviously not herself -- but the grin is soon wiped away with indignance and he scoffs, rolling his eyes back to the sky.]
I'm many things, but a marshmallow isn't one of them.
[She doesn't even deny the drunk thing. Instead, she reaches up and grabs his face almost gently- not roughly, exactly, but not exactly a kid-gloves touch, all hand against his chin and long fingers wrapping his jaw. It's how a great and terrible creature like an angel does a gentle caress when they don't know you very well.]
[Crowley gently catches her wrist in a hand -- not enough to yank her hand away from his face, but enough to indicate that she's not doing this properly, and he eyes her for a few moments.
She's a dangerous creature, but Crowley knows her extraordinarily well, and he knows that Naomi is unlikely to hurt him unless he does something to provoke her. Such things usually involve screaming at one another and a large amount of bloodshed and neither are necessary in this universe.
So, instead -- he goes with what he knows works.]
Patience, my darling.
[It's said finally, as he undoes her fingers from his face, gently catching her hand in his own to press his lips against the back of her hand with an obscene amount of care.]
[She watches his kiss with an intense fascination, locked-in and oddly charmed by him, by this god she's never paid more than cursory, polite attention to before. Leaving the roof sounds stupid, when they could easily stay here until the sun comes up and they sober up. Her fingers curl around his own.]
[He says it as if it's literally the most pressing thing in the world. Mostly because he knows that when Naomi remembers this week, she will groan, because to Crowley, it is.]
[She's ostensibly talking about him drinking, but leans in when she says it, because this is clearly a conversation that has to happen from two inches away.]
[Crowley almost groans at the less-than-subtle attempt to inch closer because angels, they're all the same and absolutely no sense of poetry or significance in their actions.
Far be it for Naomi to make the first move.
So the demon leans forward, nearly brushing his lips against hers before he trails them across her cheek instead, pressing them gently against her ear to murmur:]
I'm not risking eternal damnation when you wake up, love.
As I said, someone need to be able to get off the roof.
[And monitor Naomi's apparent inability to make good life choices.]
[At least when Naomi gets in close, it's because she has a goal in mind. It isn't just violating personal space to talk about the weather.
Also, drunk.
But some of that poetry creeps back into her actions when she turns a fraction of an inch but doesn't take the opportunity to kiss back, speaking low against his ear instead.]
I don't need a babysitter, Crowley. I'm a grown up.
Do you know how long it's been since I've had the time and security to partake in good company?
[Ages -- certainly not since he seized Hell, to just relax and not worry or strategize or plan and the worst he had to concern himself with was whether or not a drunk angel was going to fall off the roof.]
[Naomi is thoroughly drunk, so where she could easily just say her reply, instead she leans a fraction of an inch and nips lightly at his ear with her teeth.]
[He did say she was his favorite psychopath, after all. The feeling of her teeth, though, gets a chuckle out of him, and Crowley figures that's enough tip-toeing over the line for him to nudge her away just enough for a kiss. Brief, but gentle, and he takes her face in his hands with amusement.]
But you're drunk company. While a good forty-nine percent of my instincts are telling me to take advantage of that fact...
[Crowley presses his lips against her forehead.]
Majority -- and self-preservation, for when you come to your senses -- rule.
[Well, now it's just a challenge. He's daring her. He's defying her, in the sense that he's defying her insides and shouldn't he read her thoughts wow.
She pulls away just a hair, enough to look at him properly without moving away from Crowley's hands, and Naomi looks at him with mild, amused indignation.]
I take offense to this. Don't I get a vote?
[She'd move closer and kiss him, but the contact of his hands on her face feels lovely. Dilemma.]
[He had expected a more verbal argument, but suddenly Naomi has leaned forward and she tastes like wine and Crowley drops his hands slightly to return the kiss on instinct.
She's going to have an absolute cow when the event is over, but Crowley supposes he gave it his best effort to delay her.
Upon deciding that, the demon tugs her closer, his movement abrupt as he circles an arm around her waist to hold her against him (because Heaven and Hell forbid Crowley is not the dominate being in every situation that calls for it).
He'll stop it in a moment, but for now -- well, what the lady wants, the lady shall get, and all that jazz.]
[And Naomi goes with him, winding an arm around his shoulders and, in her lack of give-a-damn, letting him dominate if he wants. Normally she'd protest but now she's too busy kissing him and god, he tastes like scotch and char and it feels like muscle memory to kiss him like this.]
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Date: 2013-11-23 04:37 am (UTC)From:[She lets her head roll back so she can watch the sky too, and shifts her weight to her other arm so she can lift the wine bottle. The shift in position has her leaning towards him, their shoulders touching.
Then, under her breath-]
Princess.
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Date: 2013-11-23 04:40 am (UTC)From:That, however, would be a waste of good liquor.
Crowley, if anything, has a good sense of humor regarding himself, though, and he lets the jib slide before continuing.]
Want to hear something hilarious that you won't find funny in a week?
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Date: 2013-11-23 04:43 am (UTC)From:She just smiles.]
What.
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Date: 2013-11-23 04:46 am (UTC)From:When I first took control of Hell, after the turmoil and mayhem had cleared out and the demons were used to me, they thought they were being clever and called me Lucky the Leprechaun behind my back when they thought I couldn't hear them.
[The joke was on them, as Crowley doesn't really take offense to people laughing at him, because he knows how truly marvelous he is, but he looks back on it pretty fondly.]
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Date: 2013-11-23 04:50 am (UTC)From:She leans into him and laughs and then straightens up, looking somewhat intent.]
That's it. Your memories taste like marshmallows- burnt on the outside.
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Date: 2013-11-23 04:53 am (UTC)From:I'm many things, but a marshmallow isn't one of them.
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Date: 2013-11-23 05:04 am (UTC)From:[And that actually sounds like her, through the veil of Animus and alcohol, and there's a strong glitter of Naomi in those amused eyes.]
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Date: 2013-11-23 05:08 am (UTC)From:In that respect, anyway.
Instead, the demon gently brushes his hand against her face before tapping his fingers against her cheek, the beginnings of a smirk forming.]
You're drunk.
[It's said decidedly, and Crowley lets his hand drop.]
A bit too drunk to be rattling off about ironic marshmallows to Kings of Hell.
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Date: 2013-11-23 05:15 am (UTC)From:[She doesn't even deny the drunk thing. Instead, she reaches up and grabs his face almost gently- not roughly, exactly, but not exactly a kid-gloves touch, all hand against his chin and long fingers wrapping his jaw. It's how a great and terrible creature like an angel does a gentle caress when they don't know you very well.]
Try catching up.
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Date: 2013-11-23 05:19 am (UTC)From:She's a dangerous creature, but Crowley knows her extraordinarily well, and he knows that Naomi is unlikely to hurt him unless he does something to provoke her. Such things usually involve screaming at one another and a large amount of bloodshed and neither are necessary in this universe.
So, instead -- he goes with what he knows works.]
Patience, my darling.
[It's said finally, as he undoes her fingers from his face, gently catching her hand in his own to press his lips against the back of her hand with an obscene amount of care.]
One of us has to be able to get off the roof.
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Date: 2013-11-23 05:27 am (UTC)From:[She watches his kiss with an intense fascination, locked-in and oddly charmed by him, by this god she's never paid more than cursory, polite attention to before. Leaving the roof sounds stupid, when they could easily stay here until the sun comes up and they sober up. Her fingers curl around his own.]
We could sober up here.
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Date: 2013-11-23 05:33 am (UTC)From:[He says it as if it's literally the most pressing thing in the world. Mostly because he knows that when Naomi remembers this week, she will groan, because to Crowley, it is.]
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Date: 2013-11-23 05:37 am (UTC)From:[She's ostensibly talking about him drinking, but leans in when she says it, because this is clearly a conversation that has to happen from two inches away.]
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Date: 2013-11-23 05:44 am (UTC)From:Far be it for Naomi to make the first move.
So the demon leans forward, nearly brushing his lips against hers before he trails them across her cheek instead, pressing them gently against her ear to murmur:]
I'm not risking eternal damnation when you wake up, love.
As I said, someone need to be able to get off the roof.
[And monitor Naomi's apparent inability to make good life choices.]
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Date: 2013-11-23 06:02 am (UTC)From:Also, drunk.
But some of that poetry creeps back into her actions when she turns a fraction of an inch but doesn't take the opportunity to kiss back, speaking low against his ear instead.]
I don't need a babysitter, Crowley. I'm a grown up.
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Date: 2013-11-23 06:06 am (UTC)From:Of course you don't, why would you?
[In a quiet breath of laughter, stilling his hand at her elbow.]
I can do this all night, darling.
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Date: 2013-11-23 06:18 am (UTC)From:She lets out a breath.]
Do what?
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Date: 2013-11-23 06:21 am (UTC)From:[Ages -- certainly not since he seized Hell, to just relax and not worry or strategize or plan and the worst he had to concern himself with was whether or not a drunk angel was going to fall off the roof.]
I can do this all night.
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Date: 2013-11-23 06:28 am (UTC)From:[Naomi is thoroughly drunk, so where she could easily just say her reply, instead she leans a fraction of an inch and nips lightly at his ear with her teeth.]
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Date: 2013-11-23 06:34 am (UTC)From:[He did say she was his favorite psychopath, after all. The feeling of her teeth, though, gets a chuckle out of him, and Crowley figures that's enough tip-toeing over the line for him to nudge her away just enough for a kiss. Brief, but gentle, and he takes her face in his hands with amusement.]
But you're drunk company. While a good forty-nine percent of my instincts are telling me to take advantage of that fact...
[Crowley presses his lips against her forehead.]
Majority -- and self-preservation, for when you come to your senses -- rule.
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Date: 2013-11-23 06:40 am (UTC)From:She pulls away just a hair, enough to look at him properly without moving away from Crowley's hands, and Naomi looks at him with mild, amused indignation.]
I take offense to this. Don't I get a vote?
[She'd move closer and kiss him, but the contact of his hands on her face feels lovely. Dilemma.]
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Date: 2013-11-23 06:42 am (UTC)From:[It's said nonchalantly.]
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Date: 2013-11-23 06:43 am (UTC)From:action;
Date: 2013-11-23 06:48 am (UTC)From:She's going to have an absolute cow when the event is over, but Crowley supposes he gave it his best effort to delay her.
Upon deciding that, the demon tugs her closer, his movement abrupt as he circles an arm around her waist to hold her against him (because Heaven and Hell forbid Crowley is not the dominate being in every situation that calls for it).
He'll stop it in a moment, but for now -- well, what the lady wants, the lady shall get, and all that jazz.]
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Date: 2013-11-23 07:03 am (UTC)From:action;
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