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    “Do you feel supported?” Tricia, or perhaps not Tricia but surely an associate of Tricia, asked.

    “Er–I mean, I don’t really have an extensive network of—” Aziraphale was about to make a very amusing but unnecessary fumble, so Crowley spoke up.

    “SHE MEANS YOUR TITS,” Crowley yelled, pleased that she could see the twitch in the curtain that likely meant Aziraphale’s jump in surprise. It also made Tricia glare at her, which was even better.

    “Oh, of course. One does like to feel supported physically. And also emotionally. Er. I mean, they’re still moving around quite a bit…unexpectedly. Is that normal?”

    ***

    After Aziraphale's jaunt(/traumatizing trip) to Heaven is resolved, Crowley and Aziraphale have both reincorporated as women. Crowley is just as in love, but three times as terrified of ruining things. Thankfully, Aziraphale's enormous bosoms are here to solve the problem.

    (kind of an imagined post-season 3 coming together fic)

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