Her favorite thing was to lie in the grass, out past the barn where the hills sloped away. It was best in the evening when the air blew cool and the earth was still warm. It felt like lying on the belly of a sleeping beast, where she felt small and safe. The grass whispered around her and she’d melt away, until Crowley found her and licked her cheeks. Between licks, he’d sniff her face in quick, wet bursts, then stop licking mid-lick, and when her eyes opened and found his big eyes fixed on her —
It was perfect.