[ 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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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. ]