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    Aziraphale has certainly dabbled in the world of carnal delights over the years, most notably in the late nineteenth century, when a certain infernal adversary was enjoying a century-long nap and seemingly the only way to pass the time had been to develop some hobbies.

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    “If you—” At some point, Crowley had unwound from his blanket nest enough to sneak his hands under Aziraphale’s shirt. Aziraphale yelped. “How are you so cold ?”

    “Because I’m a great bloody reptile,” said Crowley. “You’re the idiot who wants to marry me.”

    “I am,” said Aziraphale, forehead wrinkling. “I do.”

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    “You’re shaking,” said Aziraphale, leaving nothing up to chance, “is that good or bad?”

    “Uh,” said Crowley. His voice was rough. “Good?”

    Aziraphale beamed at him. And then, because he had difficulty being interrupted in the middle of a list, “Reason the third, and I do apologize if this sounds arrogant, but I’m beginning to think I could bring you to a point where you’d be all sweet pleading incoherence, and I would like to see that very much.”

    “Would you,” breathed Crowley.

    “Only if you’re amenable,” said Aziraphale. Then, “Sorry, was that too much? I can never tell; it all feels equally transgressive to me. I’d like to cuddle after, too.”

    Crowley’s shirt landed on the floor in a heap.

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