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“...One more,” Crowley murmured.
Aziraphale was already half-turned toward the bookshop, hand on the knob, coat draped properly over his arm like he was trying to be sensible. Trying being the key word. Because Crowley had him caged in by the door, all long limbs and heat and stubbornness, and Aziraphale’s back was pressed to the wood hard enough that it creaked when Crowley leaned in again.
It had been meant to be ten minutes ago. A quick kiss. A polite goodbye. A responsible go home before you freeze, Crowley.
Instead, one kiss had turned into another, and then another, and then that slow, stupid moment where Crowley’s brain stopped functioning and his body took over.