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    “Oh, please,” Aziraphale said, “I have plenty of—of self-restraint. Especially when it comes to sex—”
    “Ha,” said Crowley, with what he probably thought was scorn, and made a particularly sharp left turn.

    A viewing of Lysistrata prompts an argument about who can go longest without sex. And, well...there's only one way to find out.

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    12 Nov 2023

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    “There’s a special place in Hell for me. It’s called a throne.”

    Adam's shift of reality made Satan disappear and the nearest immortal entity got sucked into his role. Coincidentally at that time, Aziraphale was standing a few inches closer to the former King of Hell than Crowley.

    (The story is complete, with possible additions)

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    24 Sep 2023

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    God should not have built them with such discrepancy, made them need for love, and long for wholeness, then left them to their own devices.

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    11 Sep 2023

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    Must he spell it out for him? “You could…” Aziraphale looks him up and down, then cocks his head towards the poncy fellow up on the balcony, raising his brows pointedly. “You know.”

    Possess him? Crowley frowns and asks, “You think so?”

    Aziraphale nods, eyes wide. The visual alone has instantly vaporized any alcohol content in his body.

    “I—well.” Crowley considers it, then winces. “I haven’t actually poked inside someone since… oh, gotta be 71, I think. Antoine Gay. Bollocksed that one up.”

    Aziraphale blinks, taken aback. In his (admittedly frequent) imaginings of Crowley in bed, he never envisioned him as the ‘poker’, necessarily. He seemed like he’d much rather enjoy getting poked instead. Repeatedly. Passionately. Perhaps up against an opulent pillar.

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    05 Sep 2023