[ It's enough of a cue that Blake lifts his head and then closes his notebook. He doesn't feel like it's going to take much convincing to get him into bed, even if there aren't enough hours in the day, and he could use about a dozen more.
Pushing to his feet, he drifts to Crowley's side, one hand seeking out the broad head of that hellhound, while the other rests on the small of the demon's back. He leans in for a kiss. ]
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Pushing to his feet, he drifts to Crowley's side, one hand seeking out the broad head of that hellhound, while the other rests on the small of the demon's back. He leans in for a kiss. ]
Thanks for compromisin'. Collar looks good.