There’s no harm in it, he reminded himself. It’s only a petty indulgence. Perfectly benign.
If Aziraphale had wanted to parade about in front of people while looking like this, it would be quite another matter, but this was strictly a private affair. Nothing was wrong about it. Well… there was the part about being man-shaped, but that never stopped him before.
Locked safely in the back room of his bookshop, Aziraphale smoothed out his fishnet hose and readjusted the shiny black leather bodice, gazing at himself in the full-length mirror.
But there was nothing wrong with feeling sexy, was there?
Life Everlasting Rated: K+ Eugene picked up the kerchief and held it in his dirty, blood-encrusted hands. Prompt: heroine.
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