@crawlytm asked: 👅 – a kiss with tongue
alana was absolutely drunk. she felt it with every fiber of her being. when she moved certain ways she felt a tingling sensation creep over her body. when she stood up the room kind of spun in this playful sort of way. kind of like she was in a fun house at a carnival. it was a sensation that she never got tired of-----------getting drunk. over the ages she had never really became immune to it like humans are prone to ( thus developing alcoholic tenancies ), it always made her feel the same elated sense of bliss.
crowley is also drunk. usually when one or the other way drunk, you could guarantee that they would coerce the sober one into drinking for s o m e reason or another. two fallen angels----one the demon who created temptation; of course they were bound to wind up drunk. but right now he’s talking about something, something and she’s not really listening. she blinks a few times and then decides to stand up.
cue the spinning room. but it didn’t phase her much, she just stumbles over to the chair that crowley was sitting in, and sat on his lap. there was nothing sexual about their relationship, there was nothing intentionally romantic about it either---------they were just the type of friends who blurred the lines between them and didn’t think much of it.
clumsily, hands reach up and take his sunglasses off his face, putting them on herself. she’s laughing. she can’t see anything at all. but she manages to reach behind her and grab her drink. finishes it. thinks about doing the same to his but she doesn’t. instead, wraps her arms around his neck and draws him near.
she rubs her nose against his, then buries her hair in his neck. he’s warm. he’s muttering something else but she isn’t listening ( still ). she lifts her face and cants her head slightly. ‘ i bet it feels weird french kissing someone with a forked tongue. ’ she scrunches up her nose, and then leans in. she waits to see if he’s receptive. if he pushes her away. waits. but he is receptive. she leans in all the way and kisses him------more passionately than she meant to. hands in his hair, tongues meeting. his forked tongue against her own. SURPRISINGLY she loved it.
breaking from the kiss, hand stroking his neck, she smiles before leaning her head against his shoulder. ‘ that was my first time french-kissing a demon. ’ she giggles.
kiss symbols // accepting !!! // @crawlytm
