[A soft moan escapes as Crowley presses against him. His arm tightens around Crowley, trying to bring him closer, but he stops when he feels Crowley's fingers working at the buttons of his shirt. He pauses, considering attempting to start his own work on Crowley's shirt, but that would require moving his hands from Crowley's hair and back.
There's only a slight hesitation before Aziraphale takes the third option and miracles Crowley's shirt away.]
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There's only a slight hesitation before Aziraphale takes the third option and miracles Crowley's shirt away.]