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    “You know, I’ve always wondered what all the fuss was about those. Humans call them ‘love bites,’ too. But they’re just bruises, why do they like them so much?”

    Crowley doesn’t know what makes him say it. He could blame it on the wine, sure, or anxieties leftover from the still-too-recent tricking of their bosses. Or perhaps, it is simply because the angel looks too beautiful that night, flushed face and curious words construed as an invitation for something. Something more.

    “I could give you one. You know, if you really want to know what they’re like.” As soon as he says it, he knows it’s a mistake. Stupid demon, he thinks. Always going too goddamn fast.

     

    In which Aziraphale gets very drunk and wonders what a hickey is like. Crowley cannot stop himself before he's offered to give him one.

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    Crowley’s heart thudded. “Should we be as drunk as we are, angel? I can sober up, if you’d like.”

    “No. Don’t want to be sober.” Aziraphale paused for a moment then said, “Wouldn’t have the courage.”

    Crowley stilled. He knew that whatever was said next would change things. He just wished he knew how.

    “Crowley I—” Aziraphale took a deep breath, preparing himself for something, glancing over his shoulders like he was making sure they weren’t being watched. At last, he spoke again in a voice barely above a whisper. “Crowley, my dear, I love you.”

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