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Post by Crowley on Sept 24, 2007 22:01:34 GMT -5
He looked sadly at his friend, both excited and uncomfortable to have him that close. "Aziraphale, please. I can't tell you."
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Post by Aziraphale on Sept 25, 2007 5:39:43 GMT -5
*Crowley was being polite and he sounded almost desperate. Something must be really wrong, but he couldn't find the words to comfort him. How could he? And now he was nearly overcome with an overwhelming desire to kiss him...*
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Post by Crowley on Sept 25, 2007 18:32:44 GMT -5
His usual grin crept across his face. "You're a good friend, angel."
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Post by Aziraphale on Sept 25, 2007 18:47:42 GMT -5
*He returned the smile shyly, odd for someone who'd known the demon for over six thousand years. He was terribly confused when the urge to kiss him hadn't passed at all, it just grew stronger. The sensible part of his mind was shrieking something about temptation and heavenly retributions and- he refused to listen to it any longer, and kissed Crowley square on the mouth.
After about three seconds, he realized what he was doing, and tore his lips away, fleeing to the other side of the room.*
"I'm terribly sorry. Didn't know what in heaven's name I was thinking. I did- you- well-"
*His sentences quickly descended to unintelligible stammering, and his face turned a very bright shade of red.*
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Post by Crowley on Sept 25, 2007 18:53:45 GMT -5
Crowley was blushing as well, but he walked after Aziraphale and smiled. "Please, don't be sorry." Before Aziraphale could respond, Crowley kissed him hungrily.
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Post by Aziraphale on Sept 25, 2007 19:09:27 GMT -5
*Aziraphale kissed him back, six thousand years frustration poured into the furious kiss.*
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Post by Crowley on Sept 25, 2007 19:11:49 GMT -5
((Now that is what I call a repressed homosexual!))
Crowley began to lean against the wall for support and took Aziraphale with him.
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Post by Aziraphale on Sept 25, 2007 19:26:21 GMT -5
((Seeeriously.))
"Crowley, I-" *He didn't get a chance to say much, because the demon's mouth was on his again, and his brain was still yelling at him- Crowley was tempting him, this wasn't right, they'd never let him into heaven again- He didn't listen. As far as he cared, this was heaven. It was blasphemy and he knew it, but somehow he couldn't quite bring himself to care.*
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Post by Crowley on Sept 25, 2007 19:29:03 GMT -5
Crowley put a finger on Aziraphale's mouth. "Shhh. Come with me," he said, leading the angel to the back room of the shop.
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Post by Aziraphale on Sept 25, 2007 19:33:59 GMT -5
*Aziraphale followed him slightly nervously to the back room.*
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Post by Crowley on Sept 25, 2007 19:48:28 GMT -5
Crowley threw off his jacket and worked at removing his shirt. Once this task was completed, he started to unbutton Aziraphale's.
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Post by Aziraphale on Sept 25, 2007 19:53:19 GMT -5
*The discomfort Aziraphale had felt since this whole affair had started several minutes ago suddenly grew much worse. This wasn't right! Crowley must have done something- drugged him or influenced him or something!*
"No!" *he shouted, turning away violently.* "This isn't right!"
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Post by Crowley on Sept 25, 2007 19:55:07 GMT -5
Crowley's face fell. What did he mean? It had certainly felt right...
"I'm sorry," he murmured, looking at his toes.
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Post by Aziraphale on Sept 25, 2007 22:44:58 GMT -5
*It had indeed felt right. More than right. Perfect. But Aziraphale couldn't let go of ageless beliefs and traditions so easily- And there was Crowley looking so forlorn like a kicked puppy. Not demonic in the least, which was a problem in itself. He couldn't stand it any more!*
"Go! Just get leave!" *His eyes pleaded with the demon. [/i]I can't do this![/i]* "Get out of my shop this instant!"
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Post by Crowley on Sept 25, 2007 22:49:15 GMT -5
Crowley stared at Aziraphale, extreme hurt evident in his eyes. He turned around and walked out of the store, biting his cheek to keep from crying.
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