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[It would have been a dark and stormy night, if there was weather on the Plane–as it was, the very nature of the air shifted as the two appeared. Claustrophobic. Heavy. The dark promise of Evil to Come. The air trembled with malice as the first spoke.]

...I do think he was referring to you on that last bit. [Aziraphale and Crowley are on the Plane, both wearing labcoats rather than their usual jackets. Aziraphale is holding a clipboard with pen in hand.]

[Actually, I was referring to you. You're supposed to be evil.]

Who is that, anyway? And what happened to my suit jacket? White isn't really my colour, you know.

[Little did the mad lovers know–]

[Aziraphale and Crowley both turn their heads slowly to stare at each other in shock.]

[...what now.]

...lovers?

[Yes. That's what I said.]

I...I think you're mistaken. I'm an angel. [His tone implies that this explains everything]

[Henrietta appears, looking rather alarmed and confused. She's hugging her violin case ti–I beg your pardon, you aren't supposed to enter yet.] Wh...what?

[Chris shows up moments later, looking none too pleased for his part. ... We might as well start this whole scene from the top. Can no one follow their cues anymore?] ... Dammit. It followed me.

Chris, you remember, right? I wasn't dreaming?

[Henrietta looks up, hunting for the source of the voice. Of course you weren't dreaming, now can we please get this done correctly?] Um... yes sir. I'm sorry?

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[Theirs was a passion that could not be satiated, a passion that drove them together again and again. Only when they were together, whether at work or at play, did they truly feel alive.]

[The demon is stalking toward you, Azi~]

Something wrong, love?

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Yes, actually. You. [He wants to back away, really. He just can't seem to force his body to. There was no reason to put space between them, he knew so very well what his body wanted. The fact that Crowley was before him, so close and yet out of reach, was slowly driving him mad with anticipation]

No, now stop that. Both of you stop that.

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[Of course, if they would just pay attention to the script and get it out of the way they would have a much easier time of things. Might even feel better afterward, you know.]

Stop what, teasing you? Yes, I suppose that's your little trick, isn't it?

[During Azi's moment of indecision Crowley manages to close the gap between them, pressing up against the angel, hands busy tugging at clothing]

[See? There's how you do it. Try following that one's lead, won't you?]

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I'd rather not! [Azi grabs and Crowley's hands, intent on pulling them away rather than simply shoving him like last time. But instead, he finds himself helping, tugging them this way and that as he leans closer]

You always did enjoy being tempted.......

[There we go; it's nice when things follow the script, now isn't it?]

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[Fingers stray behind cloth, working at belts and buttons in a haphazard manner. Crowley presses a multitude of little kisses along the angel's throat, behind his ear, along his jawline and collarbone.]

[...oh, what? No, everything's going as planned. Continue.]

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[He in turn leans forward and begins tugging the demon's shirt out of the way, kissing at the skin as it's exposed]

[We will have to get to the horror part of the film...eventually]

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[But as we all know, every good modern horror film includes at least one gratuitous sex scene.]

[...if you two would hurry up and get to it?]

[The narrator's influence on Crowley slips again, and his mind reels. Aziraphale is still kissing him, so it falls to him to put a stop to things...right? He had said he would prevent the angel from looking foolish, hadn't he?]

[And yet, once again he finds it difficult to actually push the other away, never mind the fact that it isn't Aziraphale in his right mind.]

[Temptation, indeed.]

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[Aziraphale continues to make his way down Crowley's torso slowly, teasing and kissing the skin as he does. His hand slides down and rubs at his inner thigh, wings slowly wrapping around them as the angel falls to his knees]

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[...oh shit.]

[He hasn't snapped out of it why hasn't he snapped out of it yet...what is he FOR THE LOVE OF HELL if I don't stop this he'll never speak to me again WHY AM I NOT STOPPING THIS]

[Crowley opens his mouth to say something, hell ANYTHING at this point, but all he can manage is a sort of dry-throated croak.]

[...bugger.]

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[grins] You're usually a lot more vocal by now.... [His hand reaches up for the zipper....and freezes. For a moment, the angel is completely still.

Then He jumps back and lands on his butt, wings spreading completely. There is a look of utter horror on his face, his cheeks a bright red. He can't even say anything, just stare at Crowley in disbelief]

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[Crowley...stays frozen in place, mouth still gaping. The look of utter shock on his face is nearly a match for the horror on Aziraphale's.]

[Oh for the love of—]

[All right, we'll skip the scene. Don't think you've gotten out of it, though! We'll have to come back to it another time. Honestly, you're both acting like babies about this.]

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[A beat, and then Azi's wings are wrapped around himself as cover while he attempts to dress again, looking straight down at the 'floor' as his fingers fumble with a few buttons]

[Oh, you come off it. Don't think I didn't notice that slip in your acting when he was busy kissing down your chest. At least angel-boy here was true to the character up until the last minute]

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[Crowley attempts to say something, to refute the narrator's accusation or apologize to the angel. He still can't really manage what we'd call "words," though, so much as random syllables.]

[After a couple of attempts at speaking he gives up and begins re-doing the fasteners on his own clothing, face flushed.]

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[The angel, on his part, just seems to wrap the wings more tightly around himself. He really doesn't want to believe a disembodied voice, but the fact that Crowley isn't arguing doesn't help the demons case]

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[Noticing the angel's behaviour, Crowley fixes up the last of his buttons and clears his throat, looking at least a little more put together now. One of them has got to be, anyway.]

I was surprised, all right?

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......right. [He's fixing his shirt now, combing his hair into a more presentable state. he;s still tightly wrapped in his wings]

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Oh for the love of—there's no need for that. It's not as if I'm going to come over there and...

[He doesn't finish the thought; it's happened how many times already, under various circumstances? Who's to say it isn't going to happen again?]

[Somehow, the thought just infuriates him.]

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[He can feel the anger pulsating from Crowley, and for a moment his wings begin to open up; he's well aware at who those feelings are directed at]

Please don't start getting angry; yu know that hardly helps things.

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[...the angel has a point. Still, Crowley's seven kinds of frustrated at the idea of Aziraphale seeing him as some kind of...well.]

[A long pause, and finally Crowley sighs]

I need a drink.

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[The wings open fully, then fold back. Aziraphale looks the same as before this all started, albeit a bit redder]

I'm afraid I won't be joining you at the moments; we seem to have enough trouble keeping in check sober.

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It's just as well, really. I was thinking of lacing mine with something good and strong.

Like arsenic.

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And how will you explain to hell when you're suddenly in need of a new body?

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[a glum look]

Go ahead, ruin it for me will you.

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I'm just trying to be reasonable. Besides, I'd rather avoid taking any part in your death, even if it's just corporal.

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Yeah, well...I don't know about you, but my life's been anything but reasonable lately.