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.]
[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 06:18 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;
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.