Nothing Lasts Forever | Crowley x Aziraphale x Reader
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You, the reader, have been living since ancient times. You have no idea why you are unable to die and have to live life detached and secretive in order to survive. In an attempt to make back some petty cash, you spot a "help wanted" sign in a particularly gorgeous bookshop window. Things start to feel strange and suspiciously cozy after working there. For some reason, it feels different getting to know the two people who spend most of their time in the shop, upkeeping the selection. You begin to think that maybe they're the answer to understanding why you seem to live "Forever".
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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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