Good Omens: Crowley, Aziraphale
Single chapter; 1,243 words.
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“What were you thinking… planting a tree just today under a flood?” he said, smiling.
“I wanted you to see him when you came back.” Crowley plunged deeper into the tub, pulling his hair back in and letting them float like red ribbons behind his back.
“A magnolia huh. Why?“.
Crowley muttered something in a very low voice.
"I don’t hear you, my dear.” Aziraphale was starting to undress, and his pale white-pink skin glowed, almost translucent in the steamy air of the bathroom.
“Like your skin” Crowley replied, now with only his eyes out of the water.
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