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Look, listen, I just can’t, I can’t afford to fall in love with Tennant as Crowley. I’m already head over heels gonzo for Sheen as Aziraphale.

It’s just that I’ve managed to avoid the mad love for Tennant that pervades this website. I started watching Doctor Who and he’s not my favourite, for God’s sake, and I’ve had a perverse little pride in that, and now–

Now–

He’s so good as the character and apparently he’s a really nice person and I just can’t–

It’s a matter of pride!

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I’m so sorry but this is just so hilarious and delicious to read. But, if you don’t want to fall in love with David Tennant I highly recommend watching him in Jessica Jones immediately afterwards

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Aziraphale reading a book while Crowley is napping, his head on his angel’s warm thigh.

Crowley shifting onto his back and lazily reaching up to caress Aziraphale’s cheek.

His angel giggling at his light touch, taking his hand, tracing his lips gently over his wrist, and kissing the tips of his fingers.

Aziraphale clutching Crowley’s hand and placing it to his chest, stroking its palm with his thumb as his demon softly snores.

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Crowley stretched on the settee and leaned against its arm as his angel lounged into him, on his back and between his legs.

His hands were resting on his chest and he sighed when Crowley’s fingernails lightly tread through his hair and over his scalp.

“Mm, that’s good, dearest,” he whispered. “How is your brandy?”

Crowley lifted the empty glass and examined it. “Gone.”

He grinned as Aziraphale let out giggle and he felt a hand on his knee suddenly squeeze.

“Lush.” He tried to shift his body to get up, but dropped again into Crowley’s lap with a grunt.

“You were saying, angel?” Crowley willed away his empty glass and placed both hands over Aziraphale’s warm cheeks. “Oh, yesss,” he whispered. “Nice and flushed for me.”

“Don’t flatter yourself; it’s the brandy.”

He tried to raise up again but Crowley’s hands gently pressed against his chest. “You’ve got an appointment, then?”

“No, I just want to—”

“What'ssss your hurry, darling?” A hand moved to Aziraphale’s bow tie and pulled it loose. Another hand unbuttoned his shirt and snaked itself inside.

Aziraphale squirmed. “Dear…”

“You can’t jussst fill me with brandy…and expect me…to behave…do you?”

A thumb swiped across Aziraphale’s nipple and the angel jolted.

“You wicked serpent.”

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