[ Cue Hard to Get™. Because he already made it clear he wasn't going straight to bed. Blake wriggles right out of Crowley's grip, backing toward the box he'd brought by earlier. ]
[ And all of this is said with a blatant smirk and Blake starts sifting through his box. Of course, give him a couple minutes and he'll be settled in and swaying tiredly over work, anyway. ]
[ Crowley doesn't even bother with anything beyond a fond smile. Blake is cheeky, but then he does sort of enjoy that.
He settles against the headboard with his book and after a moment, his chair shifts and there are sounds of a dog padding across the room. She jumps up and settles against the side of Crowley's legs. ]
[ As Blake settles in, he watches the invisible form moving up on to the bed to settle there. For a second, he watched incredulously, mouth hanging open a little. He goes to say something, to mention their previous conversation, but instead he just shakes his head and turns his attention back to his work. For all the trouble Crowley can be, there's no lack of charm to keep him in Blake's good graces.
An hour later, just as promised, Blake is wavering over his notes, head sloppily propped on his hand, hair already askew from working his fingers through it too many times. He's muttering to himself, though, so it's clear he's awake, as he ponders through something that just doesn't seem to fit in how it should. Idly, he knows it's time to retire for the night, but pulling himself away has always been a problem. ]
[ Crowley isn't timing him, but he's got a good sense of time and, more to the point, he can see Blake drooping.
Closing his book, he pats Perdita's side. ]
Up, girl.
[ He goes to the closet first, pulling out a bright blue collar that might look just a might like it came from 101 Dalmations. It's easy enough to clip onto her and when he's finished, the collar can be seen rising as she jumps up and puts her front paws on his thighs. ]
[ 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. ]
[ It's even said with a yawn, that he doesn't bother to stifle. But instead of actually following along with that plan, he shifts until he can wrap his arms around Crowley and bury his face in the demon's neck. ]
Half past three. So, what's that? Coupla hours, at least, asummin' we go straight to sleep...
[ The sound Blake makes against Crowley's ear is akin to that of a teenager not getting their way, though entirely soft by design. His lips brush over Crowley's skin as he talks. ]
No one? Not even you?
[ But he already knows the answer, so he just moves right along to a little groping as his hand find's Crowley's ass. It's not exactly half-hearted — Blake's whole heart's in it — but there's always a balance between what his body wants, and what all it can take, and right now it's a fine line. A fine, sleepy line. ]
C'mon, there's always time for a little foolin' 'round...
Honestly, Blake's lucky that Crowley has so much self-control, because there's certainly a lot of temptation wrapped up in all of this. Crowley isn't opposed to a little slow, tired late-night sex and if they could sleep in tomorrow, he wouldn't think twice, but Blake's falling asleep on his notes and if he doesn't sleep now, Crowley isn't sure when he will sleep. ]
For now, I'm getting you to bed and you're going to sleep.
[ The role reversal doesn't go unnoticed, and somewhere beneath all of that tired heaviness, there's a certain headiness that Blake feels knowing what he knows of Crowley.
As soon as he's free of his shirt, he resigns himself to losing this battle of wills, but only after absconding with another kiss, this time on the lips, long and very purposeful, almost as if it's a promise. ]
You're right. You win.
[ And he'll slip away from there to finish changing before crawling into Crowley's bed. ]
Mm. Not my fault you like livin' dangerously. 'Night, babe.
[ If anything, they'll be the death of each other, but John doesn't seem to mind the sentiment. They're always at risk, aren't they? Why should a relationship be any different?
Blake's fingers curl around Crowley's and he settles in right around the time he feels the bed shifting again. Perdita crawls up, efficiently taking up the foot of the bed, clearly secure in her new-found place.
John hums a little, sleepily amused. ] Sleep well, pup... [ So begrudgingly okay with making this sacrifice for you, Crowley, you son of a bitch. Good thing you're cute. ]
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[ He sounds like he's reacting to Blake trying to put him in a tiny sweater, but, really, the collar could work. ]
Now let's get some rest.
[ With a gentle tug at Blake's sleeve, he sets out to help Blake get undressed. ]
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You go on ahead; I'll catch up.
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I'm going to go back to reading, then, but I'm pulling you into bed in an hour whether you like it or not.
[ He sets about methodically changing so that he can lie in bed with his book. ]
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[ And all of this is said with a blatant smirk and Blake starts sifting through his box. Of course, give him a couple minutes and he'll be settled in and swaying tiredly over work, anyway. ]
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He settles against the headboard with his book and after a moment, his chair shifts and there are sounds of a dog padding across the room. She jumps up and settles against the side of Crowley's legs. ]
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An hour later, just as promised, Blake is wavering over his notes, head sloppily propped on his hand, hair already askew from working his fingers through it too many times. He's muttering to himself, though, so it's clear he's awake, as he ponders through something that just doesn't seem to fit in how it should. Idly, he knows it's time to retire for the night, but pulling himself away has always been a problem. ]
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Closing his book, he pats Perdita's side. ]
Up, girl.
[ He goes to the closet first, pulling out a bright blue collar that might look just a might like it came from 101 Dalmations. It's easy enough to clip onto her and when he's finished, the collar can be seen rising as she jumps up and puts her front paws on his thighs. ]
I think it's time we all get ready for bed.
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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.
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I'm not sure if this will scare other people more or less than without.
[ Slipping an arm around Blake, he tugs them towards the bed and lets Perdita drop back down to her own level. ]
Now you've had a long day and I've promised to make sure you sleep. Let's get you changed.
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[ It's even said with a yawn, that he doesn't bother to stifle. But instead of actually following along with that plan, he shifts until he can wrap his arms around Crowley and bury his face in the demon's neck. ]
Half past three. So, what's that? Coupla hours, at least, asummin' we go straight to sleep...
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Don't even joke. You're going straight to sleep the moment your head hits the pillow. There's time for fun after your class.
[ His hands snake under the hem of Blake's shirt, brushing over the skin of his bare back. ]
No one likes a cranky cop.
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No one? Not even you?
[ But he already knows the answer, so he just moves right along to a little groping as his hand find's Crowley's ass. It's not exactly half-hearted — Blake's whole heart's in it — but there's always a balance between what his body wants, and what all it can take, and right now it's a fine line. A fine, sleepy line. ]
C'mon, there's always time for a little foolin' 'round...
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[ He shifts so that he can tug Blake's shirt up.
Honestly, Blake's lucky that Crowley has so much self-control, because there's certainly a lot of temptation wrapped up in all of this. Crowley isn't opposed to a little slow, tired late-night sex and if they could sleep in tomorrow, he wouldn't think twice, but Blake's falling asleep on his notes and if he doesn't sleep now, Crowley isn't sure when he will sleep. ]
For now, I'm getting you to bed and you're going to sleep.
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As soon as he's free of his shirt, he resigns himself to losing this battle of wills, but only after absconding with another kiss, this time on the lips, long and very purposeful, almost as if it's a promise. ]
You're right. You win.
[ And he'll slip away from there to finish changing before crawling into Crowley's bed. ]
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You're going to be the death of me. Just so we're clear.
[ Reaching over Blake, he gets the last light before he settles against him again. ]
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[ If anything, they'll be the death of each other, but John doesn't seem to mind the sentiment. They're always at risk, aren't they? Why should a relationship be any different?
Blake's fingers curl around Crowley's and he settles in right around the time he feels the bed shifting again. Perdita crawls up, efficiently taking up the foot of the bed, clearly secure in her new-found place.
John hums a little, sleepily amused. ] Sleep well, pup... [ So begrudgingly okay with making this sacrifice for you, Crowley, you son of a bitch. Good thing you're cute. ]