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Sex
by afrai

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Once, Crowley and Aziraphale tried falling in love.

Crowley liked the longing looks and secret smiles, but sex was a problem. Crowley found the funky human smells vaguely repellant and the feverish light in Aziraphale's eyes unnerving, but he kept at it until suddenly the absurdity struck him in mid-thrust and he had to pull away from Aziraphale, laughing helplessly. Aziraphale lay still, growing pinker and pinker with embarrassment.

"I think this was a bad idea," Aziraphale said, when he had got over the urge to seriously hurt Crowley.

"I'll never bring it up again," Crowley promised.

He never did.

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