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Crowley & Aziraphale body language interactions

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Crowley: swaggering, reclining, lip twitch, peacocking, revolving around Aziraphale like he’s the Goddamn sun, peacocking but in leather, making faces

Aziraphale: little smirk, smaller smirk, delighted expression, eyebrow quirk, little shimmy, pursed lips, smile again but with a little bounce in place

Crowley: peacock-swaggers harder

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Good Omens, but the voice of God narrates it like a nature doc:

“And here we see a rare pair-bonding ritual of a demon and an angel, each trying to attract the other as a mate in radically different ways. It is too bad their species indicators of interest are so divergent- and that they are both incredibly thick.

Oh! Look, there he goes. He’s handing him a book.”

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only thing that can quench my thirst: i want you first, i want you first

“Please, angel. Please.”

He was kneeling, sunglasses off, hands open: he was on his knees in front of Aziraphale, who was wringing his hands together, seated at his desk, completely uncertain.

“I’m not at all sure it’s a good idea—”

“We’ve done it before.”

“By accident. And it left its mark on you.”

Hell, yes, it had: his ears had rung for a week, he’d seen spots and flashes before his eyes for longer still, he’d felt sunburnt right through to the heart of him, and it really didn’t matter at all, because:

“It was fucking incredible.”

Aziraphale puffed an exasperated breath and stood up, nearly knocking Crowley sprawling; he moved as if preoccupied, not entirely aware that he had a body or that Crowley did. That was a good sign. Perhaps his attention was Elsewhere. Crowley could work with that.

He nudged: “And you liked it too.”

Aziraphale turned to him, face anguished: “That doesn’t mean we should do it again!”

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