[ 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.
[ 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. ]
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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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.
[ 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.
[ Not was, but is because they're still working at it every day. It's not about arguments and yelling anymore, so much as concessions and soft acceptance. It's just the way of things. ]
Not to mention good lookin'. With great taste in clothes.
[ Hey, let a guy indulge a little. When it comes to this kind of behavior, the moments they've shared are few and far between. But it's meant so much to John. More than anyone could ever guess.
No one's quite given the demon the credit he deserves for being as heroic and dashing at the rest of them. ]
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[ 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. ]
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[ 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.
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Why's that? Because we're not miserable?
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[ 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. ]
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[ Crowley pushes himself up carefully until he's almost level with Blake and then he stretches up for a kiss. ]
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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...
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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. ]
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[ 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. ]
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[ He pushes himself up until he's sitting next to Blake and arranges himself until he's more comfortable. ]
In case I haven't made it clear, I don't mind you at all.
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That's sweet. [ Pat pat pat. ] Don't mind you at all, either. Think I might even say I kinda love you.
[ JUST PLAY IT COOL! That's how Blake's going to play it. Cool. Totally cool. ]
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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.
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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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Oh, I know exactly how hard we worked.
[ He looks down for a moment and squeezes Blake's hand. ]
It was worth it.
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[ Not was, but is because they're still working at it every day. It's not about arguments and yelling anymore, so much as concessions and soft acceptance. It's just the way of things. ]
Dunno if I could do it without you.
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[ He probably would have killed more people, made fewer friends. He wouldn't have wound up this happy. ]
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You kiddin' me? We'd've both been thoroughly fucked. Not in the fun way, either.
[ As if to illustrate what the "fun way" happens to be, he wiggles a little in a rather telling manner. ]
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I think we're both very lucky.
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[ Hey, let a guy indulge a little. When it comes to this kind of behavior, the moments they've shared are few and far between. But it's meant so much to John. More than anyone could ever guess.
No one's quite given the demon the credit he deserves for being as heroic and dashing at the rest of them. ]
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[ He kisses Blake's cheek, slipping back into the facade, because it's too difficult to be honest for too long to that degree. ]