The Ritual Highway to Heaven [Podfic]
The kiss he laid on Aziraphale's hand had been not only a gesture but some sort of proclamation: I am your own. Allow me to stay.
I apologize with every fiber of my being to Salt, Pepa, and the entire decade of the 90s, all of whom did nothing to deserve the first half minute of this recording.
(More seriously, when I read this for the first time, I felt as if I'd been hit. No Archive Warnings Apply TM, but if I've managed not to muck my job up completely, this should not be easy listening.)