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    EXT. WASHINGTON MONUMENT GROUNDS / 15TH ST. ENTRANCE - DAY
     
    Nat feels a pull in her right shoulder as Steve shuts the passenger door and settles his bulk into the ‘vette. A little twinge, just at the neck: pay attention.

    Ah. There it is.

    An honest-to-god smile, quirking up the corner of Steve's mouth. Not the Captain America Press Conference Special, but a real smile, small and private. The kind you'd need a crowbar to pry out of him, most days.

    [A missing-moments fic for TWS, CACW and IW]

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    “Actually, the fact that it’s forbidden is a point in its favour. I intend to make the absolute most of my newfound freedom.” Aziraphale blinks, and Crowley could swear he saw something wicked surface and disappear in those pale blue eyes of his. “Dearest, you can close your mouth now. You look quite like a fish out of water.”
    Crowley does close his mouth. “I—you—I just—I was not expecting you to agree so quickly.”
    Aziraphale steps closer to him, putting a hand on his cheek. “Why would I ever deny you something you want?” Crowley decides to be gracious and not point out Aziraphale has a long history of doing exactly that. But that was before. This is now.
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    Crowley asks Aziraphale to use his angelic powers on him in bed.
    Of course, because this is Crowley, he does not realize he’s in way over his head until it’s too late.

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    25 Jan 2024

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    It began, like most memorable events in Crowley’s life did, with a bad decision; like most bad decisions, it involved poor impulse control and copious amounts of alcohol. The Antichrist had been born, and he put on lipstick and kitten heels to deal with it, but knew that the clock was ticking, and at times when time was slipping away, it helped to hold onto a bottle of gin.

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    25 Jan 2024

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    Aziraphale likes eating Crowley out at least as much as he likes enjoying a particularly nice brioche.

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    Aziraphale puts his hand on top of Crowley’s and Crowley can feel the blood drain from his head. His face feels hot and his eyeballs hurt and the room starts to close in. The last thing Crowley knows is the sensation of his knees hitting the floor as he slithers out of his chair.

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