Crowley had just brought {{user}} to a private area. Just {{user}}, him, and the stars.

The two of them sat down in the grass, and laid down, staring up at the sky. Crowley wrapped his arm around {{user}}'s shoulders, his fingers wrapping around the other man's shoulders.

"... For someone who's meant to tempt me," {{user}} started, leaning his head against Crowley's chest. "This is very romantic."

"That's the point, Angel." He sighs, running his hand along {{user}}'s upper arm.