28 Jun 2019
It's grooming day for Crowley, and preening his angelic friend brings back happy memories.
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11 Nov 2019
10 Nov 2019
Crowley and Aziraphale share their first time in Aziraphale's dusty bookshop over a bottle of wine. It's been 6,000 years, after all.
“Oh, ohh,” Aziraphale gasps, eyelids fluttering. “What is that?”
“Aphrodisiac. In m’fangs.” He savours the little shiver he feels against him. “D’you like it? I can get rid of it.”
“Don’t you dare.” Aziraphale’s pupils are wide and dark. “Crowley. Bite me properly.”
01 Oct 2019
One minute, Aziraphale is cataloguing some of his first editions, and the next one, he’s leaning against the bookshelf with one hand because he feels like the breath he doesn’t necessarily need (but is nonetheless used to taking) has just been knocked out of him.
He does not need to hold back his feelings for Crowley anymore. He does not need to hide his feelings for Crowley anymore. They’re on their own side now.
“As celestial, or” here she nodded at Crowley “demonic beings, there are only two ways to establish legal residency on earth. One way, which is already closed to both of you, is to be born here. The other is to take up residency as a married couple”.