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A: "...What if that's all there is to our lives, Crowley!?! What if this is all there is to our lives?!"
C: "What do you mean!?"
A: "I mean, that's all there is to it. We're a couple, not yet married. I own a bookstore, which may or may not have a partner, namely you. End of story."
C: "Why, what other story do you want, angel?!"
A: "I DON'T KNOW!"
C: "What do you want, Aziraphale! What do you want?! Because I'm tired of trying to figure it out. Do you want... a bigger house? Do you want us to buy a second shelf for your books? Do you want more foreplay between us, do you want me to carve your name on one of my buttocks? What do you want, tell me. Do you want to have a child?! You don't want to have a child?! What do you want!!! I know what I want... because I'm holding him in my hands right now... and you, do you know what you want? Because it's better if you tell me now if it's not me..."
A: "I want to stay away from Heaven, I want Hell to stay away from you..."
C: "And then?"
A: "I don't want a bigger house, this one's perfect for the two of us. It's still early days for kids."
C: "Perfect, no brats running around the house for now. And then?"
A: "I want you to make love to me all week, with or without foreplay, I don't care."
C: "It can be done. Go ahead..."
A: "I want at least 10 shelves for my books."
C: "You'll have them, I promise."
A: "And I want to carve my name on your buttock, right now."
C: "Now...now?"
A: "Now!"
Crowley turns around, pulling down his pants and boxers. Aziraphale runs a finger over Crowley's bare skin. Small golden incisions are left behind by Aziraphale's fingers. The skin stings and burns slightly, but Crowley loves the sensation.
C: "Oh, angel..."
A: "Hold on, I'm almost done."
Once finished, Crowley turns around, looking at his butt. Aziraphale's name is written on his skin. Indelible.
C: "I'm glad you told me what you wanted..."
A: "So am I."
C: "But there's still something I want..."
A: "What do you mean?"
C: "You. Now."
A: "Now... Now?"
C: "Now."