Aziraphale's Room

Aziraphale's Room

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Longing for the place he once called home, Supreme Archangel Aziraphale has taken the risky decision to return to Earth and visit his beloved bookshop once more. Whilst he has an official excuse for his excursion, the real motive behind his return remains blurry even to himself, in that he has long since accepted that the individual who lies at the heart of his homesickness will no longer be around. Consequently resigned to the idea of never having his heartache allayed, Aziraphale resolves to use the visit to bid a proper farewell to the remains of his old life, only to have Muriel hand him a book which stirs the embers of it into a new flame. For this book is no ordinary book. It is the book that laid everything bare to Aziraphale fifty years earlier, and which Crowley has somehow unearthed in a final attempt to persuade his lover to come home...
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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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