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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*In the doorway, Crowley and a small blonde woman appear. She's holding tightly to his hand, but as soon as she's taken a seat in a booth he bows his head slightly, grinning, and heads to the bar. She watches him, chewing her lip thoughtfully*

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[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*the angel bites her lip, heart racing, and turns her face; coal black hair against her skin. Her hand leaves Crowley's hair and plays with a button on his shirt*

[aj_crawley]

*he drops his head to her shoulder, nuzzling her throat, his breathing slightly irregular against the skin of her neck*

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*she tilts her head, slipping the button open and running her fingers over the skin of his throat as her other hand rests on the small of his back, pressing him closer*

[aj_crawley]

I -

*it takes him a moment to get his words straight*

Should we...?

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*her fingers still against his skin*

Please.

[aj_crawley]

*he has to pry himself away to slide out of the booth, but when he does, he turns back immediately, hand outstretched*

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*she weaves her fingers with his and allows him to guide her to the stairs (http://www.livejournal.com/users/aj_crawley/29578.html)*