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  1. Public Bookmark 52

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    Aziraphale sleeps on Crowley's chest.

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    07 Dec 2019

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    Aziraphale and Crowley spend time reminiscing about the past, and they talk about early misadventures with religious experiences, before... ahem... trying the effect out on each other.

    "“I should have never told you what I was doing. You’d never known the difference before that.”
    “You were! They had! …” The angel’s face was turning colors.
    “They had an orgasm, angel. You can say it.”

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    06 Dec 2019

  3. Public Bookmark 79

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    “You’ve always worn this, haven’t you?” Crowley asks, rubbing a fingertip over it, feeling out the heraldic lion, the carved feathers. “You had it as far back as the garden.”

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    04 Nov 2019

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    Aziraphale doesn’t say anything for a moment. This is usually the part where he withdraws his arm. Instead, his fingers flutter at Crowley’s waist, a split-second pressure that’s gone as fast as it is light. He doesn’t remove his hand. “Why did you sit up?”

    Crowley wasn’t expecting that question. He stutters unintelligibly for a moment, trying to figure out how to ask Was I not supposed to? without, you know, actually saying that.

    (Or: Crowley constantly overthinks, and Aziraphale finally puts his foot down.)

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    02 Nov 2019

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    “Let’s get lunch,” Crowley said, sauntering into the bookshop one October afternoon, his hair a little windswept and his cheeks a little pink from the chill, “what do you think, Le Café du Marché?”

    Whatever it was that was waiting to give inside Aziraphale’s chest snapped like a twig. He didn’t even like French food.

    “Crowley,” Aziraphale said, setting down his book with an argumentative slap. “You don’t even like French food.”

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    The world hadn’t ended, which was all well and good. If only this had. This, of course, being lunch.

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    08 Oct 2019