Whether you're in bed or in court, everybody gets off
It had been easy, getting inside of him, slipping into his skin like a well-fitted suit and there was something about him that for that first moment, almost made him consider staying. But, he very quickly dismissed that idea, as he felt it, that tense, iron will that caught his breath. My, this one was interesting. But, there was something he needed to do, another politician that needed just the right words whispered in his ear, but unfortunately not from his lips. He kept up a light dialogue to the promises of revenge in his head - it was less distracting that way - as he made his way through the White House corridors until he found his prey.
It was easy enough, a firm handshake, a drawled greeting in a voice that wasn't his, and a few minutes spent on a certain measure that wasn't really something Frank would have concerned himself with. But, he had access and enough power to make this easy, and while there were some deals that were sealed as simply as a snap of his fingers, there were sometimes where he enjoyed doing the legwork. Selling his soul to save his career, and it all hinged on one silly little measure going through the House. Certainly, he could just use a mix of possession and blackmail, but being so crass wasn't quite Crowley's style when there were other options.
He couldn't help being fascinated by the man whose body he was wearing, the low, almost sultry threats whispered into the connection between them. He was sharp and cruel and smart, unflinching and unbending, and it made Crowley consider staying just a few moments longer. His gait was Frank's usual casual, but purposeful step, but there was a spring to it, a hint of eager enthusiasm that was all Crowley as he slipped them away back behind the office doors.
"Now, calm down, darling. You've been such a co-operative doll about this I might even give you your body back." Amusement coloring his words, hands stroking filthy over the lapels of Frank's suit. "Although, I don't know... I am growing kind of fond of it."
It was easy enough, a firm handshake, a drawled greeting in a voice that wasn't his, and a few minutes spent on a certain measure that wasn't really something Frank would have concerned himself with. But, he had access and enough power to make this easy, and while there were some deals that were sealed as simply as a snap of his fingers, there were sometimes where he enjoyed doing the legwork. Selling his soul to save his career, and it all hinged on one silly little measure going through the House. Certainly, he could just use a mix of possession and blackmail, but being so crass wasn't quite Crowley's style when there were other options.
He couldn't help being fascinated by the man whose body he was wearing, the low, almost sultry threats whispered into the connection between them. He was sharp and cruel and smart, unflinching and unbending, and it made Crowley consider staying just a few moments longer. His gait was Frank's usual casual, but purposeful step, but there was a spring to it, a hint of eager enthusiasm that was all Crowley as he slipped them away back behind the office doors.
"Now, calm down, darling. You've been such a co-operative doll about this I might even give you your body back." Amusement coloring his words, hands stroking filthy over the lapels of Frank's suit. "Although, I don't know... I am growing kind of fond of it."