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    Aziraphale isn't staring on purpose, but Crowley's chosen forms have always been utterly enchanting, even when he'd been appreciating them solely from an aesthetic standpoint. The body he's inhabited since the turn of the nineteenth century is one of Aziraphale's favorites: the golden eyes and pointed incisors have accompanied him unfailingly from one corporation to the next, of course, as have the serpentine brand and the fiery red tresses, but this particular body seems tailor-made just for him. The bony angles of his collarbones and shoulders, the sharpness of his wrists; the sinuous curve of his spine, the delicate ribs that number far more than a human's; the subtle iridescence of scales at the base of his throat and along his sides, sensitive to the merest brush; the slim breadth of his hips, tiny enough to fit in Aziraphale's handspan; the smooth, pale thighs, parted just so --

    [Categorized under both GO tags because it contradicts nothing from the book and only one thing from the show; and, to be completely frank, there isn't enough characterization to be found in this piece to truly build an argument about which side it might potentially fall on.]

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    17 Oct 2019

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    Aziraphale’s eyes narrowed at him. “You like this, me being angry.”

    “Yeah.” Crowley wet his lips with the tip of his tongue. “It gets me all worked up.”

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    15 Oct 2019

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    If dreams were what humans said, manifestations of your worst desires and your greatest fears, then what would he ever dream of but Aziraphale?

    Crowley was certain he’d dream of Aziraphale until the end of days and, well, he was very nearly right.

    (AKA Crowley gets busted humping his bed after a wet dream. Fucking ensues.)

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    12 Oct 2019

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    Crowley is keeping everything under control, until he isn't.

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    11 Oct 2019

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    “You…” Aziraphale sounded baffled, and suddenly quite sober. “You liked that? But, my dear, you said it was torturous. ‘Six thousand years of torture,’ as I recall.”

    “Yeah. Yeah, but the anticipation, and the yearning, and…and how every moment with you was so maddeningly intense, and…”

    And what else could Crowley say? How could he expect Aziraphale to understand that after six thousand years of torture he’d actually got a bit used to it? That he’d felt like a band strained further and further, and now he found himself permanently stretched, flopping about with too much slack and no way to hold on to what he’d been reaching towards for so long?

    (Crowley kind of misses the pining when it's gone. Aziraphale comes up with a solution.)

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    10 Oct 2019