A Sherlock Holmes fic by KittenKin
Rated: Teen and Up
Summary: A replacement for Series 3 Episode 1 of BBC's "Sherlock", because my John would never.
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Original text: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23936938/chapters/57563764
Music: Sharing Moments by Jason Pedders, Andreas Georgallis, Ben Ziapour and Tim Reilly

24 Opening The Door

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Rating: Explicit
Original Text: archiveofourown.org/works/20014447
Summary: Crowley hiccups. It turns into a burp. “Angel,” he repeats, and if it sounds soppy, well, what do you expect. Crowley is three winds—sheets—anyway he’s shitfaced. It’s not like Aziraphale doesn’t know Crowley’s in love with him. It’s not like it’s a secret. It’s not like Crowley hasn’t lived with the mortification of being known down to the molecule every day for six thousand years.
Why is he here again? Oh yes.
Music:  Guilty Pleasures by Igor Dvorak, Duncan Pittock and Ellie Kidd

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Rating:  Explicit
Original Text:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/20598830
Summary:  Crowley’s eyes flutter shut and he pictures that it’s Aziraphale’s hand in his hair. Imagines that Aziraphale is there with him, touching his curls and his chest. Crowley drags his fingers through the downy hair smattering his chest, then continues down, grazing over the slightly concave curve of his stomach and past his belly button. Stopping at the elastic waistband of his boxers— designer, of course, Versace, and the only clothing he still has on— fingers dipping beneath the fabric but not yet committing. Teasing.
He lets out a shuddery breath, eyelids fluttering against his cheek.
Crowley doesn’t give in to the aching desire to make that commitment yet. Instead he pulls his fingers from the waistband and lets his hand float back up his body to settle against his chest once more.
He pinches a nipple. Rolls it between his fingers. Stutters out another hot breath. His hips twitch.
Aziraphale’s name sits hot and heavy on the back of his tongue.
Music:  Soho Sleaze by Chris Warner

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