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A hand danced hesitantly, feather-light, across Aziraphale’s damp and ruddy cheek, and he registered dimly that the hand was trembling, Crowley was trembling, and, oh, oh, he was too.
Aziraphale’s sharp intake of breath was cut short by the sudden soft, warm press of lips (those lips, oh, those lips) against his own.
(There Is a Light & It Never Goes Out, chapter 11 by PhoenixRose314)
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