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[ John's very purposefully home when Crowley comes back. He isn't all that certain of what the demon has planned for his birthday, but his aim is to ruin those plans no matter what.
It might sound odd for him, but truth be told, Blake has a plan of his own. He always has a plan, of course — some unrepentantly moral scheme of dubious actual value — but this time things are a little different. A little more wicked. He's not at all displeased with the choice, even if it required him to bake.
The room smells like chocolate, and there's a single frosted cupcake sitting in the center of a plate in view of the door. Predictably, Blake is well-dressed, but he doesn't appear to have bothered with shoes, so hopefully it's clear they're staying in. ]
Hello, darling.
It might sound odd for him, but truth be told, Blake has a plan of his own. He always has a plan, of course — some unrepentantly moral scheme of dubious actual value — but this time things are a little different. A little more wicked. He's not at all displeased with the choice, even if it required him to bake.
The room smells like chocolate, and there's a single frosted cupcake sitting in the center of a plate in view of the door. Predictably, Blake is well-dressed, but he doesn't appear to have bothered with shoes, so hopefully it's clear they're staying in. ]
Hello, darling.
[ Crowley takes in the sight as soon as he's through the door and he lets himself enjoy it before turning slowly to close it and lock the rest of the world out for a while.
Lately, this place has felt more and more like a sanctuary than anything and he's thankful to share that sanctuary with someone who he genuinely feels safe with. ]
What's the occasion?
[ He grins and swaggers closer until he's practically looming. ]
Lately, this place has felt more and more like a sanctuary than anything and he's thankful to share that sanctuary with someone who he genuinely feels safe with. ]
What's the occasion?
[ He grins and swaggers closer until he's practically looming. ]
[ It's honestly hard for Blake to imagine living without Crowley at this point. He remembers a time before all of this, but it feels so distant now.
His smile spreads and he sidles into the available space, his fingers finding the fabric of the demon's clothing. ]
Pretty sure it's your birthday. [ A nod. He turns his eyes to the ceiling, but even looking away isn't effective in quelling the stupid amount of fondness radiating off of him. He's much more composed when their eyes meet a second time. ] My gift to you. And me.
His smile spreads and he sidles into the available space, his fingers finding the fabric of the demon's clothing. ]
Pretty sure it's your birthday. [ A nod. He turns his eyes to the ceiling, but even looking away isn't effective in quelling the stupid amount of fondness radiating off of him. He's much more composed when their eyes meet a second time. ] My gift to you. And me.
You think so?
[ With a soft chuckle, Crowley wraps his arms around Blake. Ducking his head in, he stops just short of touching Blake to breath against his jaw instead. ]
Who am I to argue with a pretty face? It certainly feels like my birthday right now.
[ With a soft chuckle, Crowley wraps his arms around Blake. Ducking his head in, he stops just short of touching Blake to breath against his jaw instead. ]
Who am I to argue with a pretty face? It certainly feels like my birthday right now.
Then it's settled. [ As if Blake would have allowed for any other outcome. ] Mostly.
[ Preempting him, he steals a kiss and then steals Crowley's hand, tugging him toward the coffee table with the cupcake. ] ]
Pretty sure you gotta seal the deal. [ Which has him placing a candle in the frosting and lighting it. ] Gonna toss in a free wish just 'cause I like you.
[ Preempting him, he steals a kiss and then steals Crowley's hand, tugging him toward the coffee table with the cupcake. ] ]
Pretty sure you gotta seal the deal. [ Which has him placing a candle in the frosting and lighting it. ] Gonna toss in a free wish just 'cause I like you.
[ The sense of relief is enormous. It's like he's had a weight lifted to finally be done with his birthday, at least by some measure. As if to illustrate this point, he gives Crowley a good slap on the ass with one hand and then plucks the candle from the cupcake with the other. ]
Tell me why I need to be on my toes, aside from making sure I don't step on one of the animals.
[ He starts peeling the paper from the cupcake, concentrating on it in the most coy way possible. ]
Tell me why I need to be on my toes, aside from making sure I don't step on one of the animals.
[ He starts peeling the paper from the cupcake, concentrating on it in the most coy way possible. ]
[ A quiet afternoon in their shared room. Blake leans heavily on the arm of the couch, flipping idly at the page of some paperback. Stretched along the couch, casual as he pleases, the demon, Crowley, lays with his head on Blake's lap. In his hand, a glass of alcohol is cradled against his chest.
They're silent, mostly unmoving, and completely comfortable with the proximity between them. It's been like this so long, the feelings have become so very common, the space so easily shared, that it's late when John realizes the significance. ]
This is it. [ He closes his book around his finger and looks down at Crowley, soft as can be. ] This is the moment. You remember? Wonderland showed us this...
[ The details are a little different — this is their room and not the library — but for once, Wonderland has done something right, he thinks. ]
They're silent, mostly unmoving, and completely comfortable with the proximity between them. It's been like this so long, the feelings have become so very common, the space so easily shared, that it's late when John realizes the significance. ]
This is it. [ He closes his book around his finger and looks down at Crowley, soft as can be. ] This is the moment. You remember? Wonderland showed us this...
[ The details are a little different — this is their room and not the library — but for once, Wonderland has done something right, he thinks. ]
[ Crowley hums, eyes closed. He's thought about that moment so many times, mostly when they've fought, but sometimes in the afterglow of sex or the handful of times he could admit to himself that he'd been worried about Blake.
He opens his eyes and lowers the glass to the floor, his own smile impossibly sappy. ]
I remember.
He opens his eyes and lowers the glass to the floor, his own smile impossibly sappy. ]
I remember.
I have a few guesses.
[ He lets out a heavy breath and reflects all the things they've been through together. So that's how they got there. At the time, it had seemed impossibly intimate to Crowley, but now it seems just right. The idea of not having this is almost frightening. ]
[ He lets out a heavy breath and reflects all the things they've been through together. So that's how they got there. At the time, it had seemed impossibly intimate to Crowley, but now it seems just right. The idea of not having this is almost frightening. ]
Don't s'pose any of them involve brain slugs, do they?
[ Even now he finds that feels distant. How would he react to something like that now, he wonders. It wouldn't be comfortable, but he knows he'd trust Crowley a lot more implicitly now. ]
Think we've got the most mundane lives in Wonderland now.
[ Even now he finds that feels distant. How would he react to something like that now, he wonders. It wouldn't be comfortable, but he knows he'd trust Crowley a lot more implicitly now. ]
Think we've got the most mundane lives in Wonderland now.
[ Crowley doesn't quite contain the snort. He's never regretted protecting Blake like that. He follows his contracts and more importantly he'd do it again now without a contract if it meant the difference between keeping Blake alive. ]
Why's that? Because we're not miserable?
Why's that? Because we're not miserable?
Pretty much exactly that, yeah. Which is kinda funny 'cause no one believed that'd ever be a thing. Not even us.
[ And now it's every bit like Wonderland imagined it. Of course, Blake doesn't wonder about the further predictions. If they're to die, it might as well be here. ]
[ And now it's every bit like Wonderland imagined it. Of course, Blake doesn't wonder about the further predictions. If they're to die, it might as well be here. ]
[ Blake drops his book, no longer caring about the page he'd attempted to mark for later. His hands cup around Crowley's face and he kisses the demon back, slow and searching. He'd never admit it, but he's as apt to be caught in an embrace with Crowley, just as in the vision they'd seen in Blake's room.
When he pulls back, he's got a wicked little smile fashioned for the other man. ]
And yet you've stayed with me all this time...
When he pulls back, he's got a wicked little smile fashioned for the other man. ]
And yet you've stayed with me all this time...
[ Crowley smirks right back. ]
You're not so bad when I've got you on your back.
[ They both know it's a lie, of course. He's just as happy to have Blake here at all. There haven't been many people in his life that Crowley could really count on like this. Most people let him down. ]
You're not so bad when I've got you on your back.
[ They both know it's a lie, of course. He's just as happy to have Blake here at all. There haven't been many people in his life that Crowley could really count on like this. Most people let him down. ]
Or my front.
[ He tips his head back and forth and looks appropriately harangued. ]
Or in the shower, or over the counter, or in that tea room on the first floor...
You've never complained.
[ Which feels pretty impressive when you consider they've been acting as consenting sexual partners for some time now and have yet to run out of ways to enjoy each other. ]
[ He tips his head back and forth and looks appropriately harangued. ]
Or in the shower, or over the counter, or in that tea room on the first floor...
You've never complained.
[ Which feels pretty impressive when you consider they've been acting as consenting sexual partners for some time now and have yet to run out of ways to enjoy each other. ]
[ Crowley almost misses it, except for how there's no real way that he could. He wants to laugh it off, but he can't bring himself to be that cruel to Blake right now, so instead he's just quiet for a moment.
He rests his hand over Blake's, palm suddenly a little clammy. Even now, he's still not entirely convinced that he can truly feel love, at least not without the active use of human blood. Then again, it has changed him and he finds himself wondering if that warm, frightening feeling in his chest could be at least something like it. ]
I don't know that I've ever felt about anyone the way I feel about you.
He rests his hand over Blake's, palm suddenly a little clammy. Even now, he's still not entirely convinced that he can truly feel love, at least not without the active use of human blood. Then again, it has changed him and he finds himself wondering if that warm, frightening feeling in his chest could be at least something like it. ]
I don't know that I've ever felt about anyone the way I feel about you.
[ For Blake, that's every bit as good as a love confession. The fact that Crowley feels anything at all is impressive enough, but that he saves it for and shares it with John is like some kind of strange Wonderland miracle at times.
It's abrupt, but he takes Crowley's hand and then shifts to straddle his legs, knees tucked in on each side of the demon's hips. ]
We've come a long way together, you an' me. Don't let anyone tell you that we didn't bust our asses gettin' here.
It's abrupt, but he takes Crowley's hand and then shifts to straddle his legs, knees tucked in on each side of the demon's hips. ]
We've come a long way together, you an' me. Don't let anyone tell you that we didn't bust our asses gettin' here.
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