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Fanfic
Good Omens
It's a fanfiction starting right where it has ended. The popular TV series, "Good Omens" has won a lot of hearts with just one season and I can't get over it. This story starts right after the ending of season one. It focuses on the undeniable chemistry between the angel Aziraphale and our sweetheart demon, Crowley. The "ineffable husbands" to be more precise. This is my very first attempt at writing a fanfiction and it might not turn out to be perfect. But I promise you, it's gonna be romanic. I hope you enjoy reading it!❤️
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Their kiss continued, brutal and hot. Aziraphale suddenly remembered how his arms worked circled them around the demon's waist pulling him closer. Crowley broke off the kiss with a sharp inhale and moved his head to rest against the angel's. "Tell me to leave, angel." Raw need vibrated through the demon's voice. He pressed his forehead against Aziraphale's. His hands trembled as they cradled the angel's face. He took another ragged breath. "You don't want to do this! You don't want this from me!" Now it was Aziraphale's turn to take a inhale deeply. Their mouths were so close that their breath mingled. He could feel heat from the demon, from their pressed foreheads, down his chest, to his groin. He drained away the minor alcohol in his system and let cold, hard clarity wash over him. This was...dangerous. This was wild and thoughtless. Hedonistic. This should stop. That would be for the best. Safe. Sane. Responsible. "No" Aziraphale's voice ghosted the word. Then bolder, louder, steadier "Stay, please. I want this." He clasped his hands against the demon's and tipped his head back to meet Crowley's eyes. "I want you."

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