Gifts for Ananda
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Crowley knows he shouldn't but he still turns around on his heels and walks toward the back room.
“I would, actually. You sound in terrible pain,” he says quietly to the door.
He can hear the angel’s heavy breathing on the other side. His nostrils burn burn burn and his body wants and wants and wants.
Go on, take what you want. Take take take, it whispers in his ear like the serpentine tongue of temptation licking at his desire.
“It’s not that bad, my dear.”
“I can help you. Please, angel,” he begs quietly, fingers already touching the cool wood of the door.
“I won’t… do anything you don’t want me to. I just… sssssmell your despair.”
“Crowley, please…”
The demon’s ears perk - was that a yes, please or a go away, please?
He feels himself ache - looks down at his trousers and realises he’s manifested without intent.