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  1. Public Bookmark 11

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    It hits Aziraphale out of the blue one day, that if loving Crowley is a sin, then it’s the only sin worth committing.

    or: some falls are gentle

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    16 Sep 2019

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    “Well, nevertheless – I believe I’ve noticed something about you,” he goes on, remembering the purpose of his conversation. He reaches out to run a hand through Crowley’s hair, burying his fingers in his soft, messy strands and ruffling them further. Crowley shudders, and Aziraphale feels a satisfied smile creep onto his face. “I believe you’ve been quite unjustly starved of physical affection, my dear, because nothing makes you relax quite like being touched.”

    Crowley’s face screws up, but his expression seems closer to thoughtful than derisive. To prove his point, Aziraphale slides his hand through his hair, making sure to tug ever so slightly, and Crowley practically melts with the contact. The tension in his shoulders drops for a moment, and he lets out a soft groan as his eyes close.

    “You see?” Aziraphale murmurs, leaning into Crowley’s space to lock eyes with him. He offers a teasing, self-satisfied smile, and adds, “If I didn’t know better, I’d say the effect is nothing short of miraculous.”

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    12 Sep 2019

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    “Ready for lunch?” Crowley drops to his knees to start unbuckling the straps on the basket as though this is something they do all the time; as though he hasn’t just effortlessly catapulted Aziraphale back in time almost fifty years.

    “You remembered,” Aziraphale breathes as wonder courses through him. He mentioned something once during an awkward moment, half a century ago, and now here kneels a demon atop a picnic blanket.

    “Hmm?” Crowley barely shoots him a sidelong glance as he concentrates on opening the basket.

    Aziraphale’s eyes do not move from him. “You remembered,” he repeats, no less stunned. “Crowley, you really didn’t have to.”

    Crowley’s hands still. Eventually, his eyes still on the basket, he murmurs, “Well, we did The Ritz, didn’t we?”

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    11 Sep 2019

  4. Public Bookmark 46

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    Aziraphale catches Crowley berating his plants, and that throws an awful lot of things into sharp relief.

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    Crowley takes out his feelings about his fall on his plants, but that can't last forever.

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    07 Sep 2019

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    “Oh, my dear.” Aziraphale shakes his head. “What are we going to do with you?”

    And then, his hand runs tenderly down Crowley’s back. He twitches, entire body tensing. Aziraphale pays no mind. He just keeps languidly stroking Crowley’s scales, going with the grain, and- Oh. Oh, that’s nice.

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    05 Sep 2019