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”Another plant?” Crowley wondered what Aziraphale had planned as he entered his flat.
Aziraphale had asked if he could visit the flat alone, and Crowley had agreed.
“I’m back, angel!”
“I’m just in here; I’m ready!”
”Sounded like … the bedroom? Why would he- Oh, my Guhhhh ...” The last was spoken aloud as he stood stunned in the doorway.
Aziraphale was in a silky dressing gown with a bow, standing somewhat nervously by the bed. “I know we’ve never … but I thought that maybe … ?”
Crowley nodded. “Oh, angel. Yes, I'd like that ... ”
Aziraphale opened his arms, beaming as Crowley stepped closer.