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One month earlier
Crowley and Aziraphale were sitting in the lounge area of the greenhouse attached to their cottage, drinking wine and just enjoying each other's company.
“C’mon angel. It’s gonna be fun, I promise,” Crowley pleaded with a smug smirk dancing on his face.
Oh, that beautiful smirk.
“I really don’t know why you are so stubborn, my dear,” said Aziraphale with a pout.
They’ve been at it for what felt like hours at this point, and the angel’s resolve was faltering with every glance towards his lovely demon.
It was his own fault, really. This has been a very lovely day and even better evening, and they drank a lot of wine. Extraordinary amounts of wine. And somewhere after their fourth bottle Aziraphale made a mistake, a simple slip of the tongue really, and mentioned how in the past, through the last six thousand years spent on Earth, how often he had to prevent himself from overindulging, in case Heaven had anything to say about it. And how, because of that, he sometimes still finds it difficult to allow himself that pleasure, even after they’ve been free from both Heaven and Hell for a while now.
Well, maybe not always. A certain demon definitely makes sure to indulge him in… various activities, until the angel has his fill. No matter how long it takes.
But if Aziraphale was truly honest with himself - and he’s been getting better at it recently - there were a lot of smaller things he often forbade himself from doing, things that he didn’t even think about, more like an automatic reaction rather than a conscious decision. And ‘oh, wouldn’t it be nice to let go of that mental blockage, at least once? Wouldn’t it be- No, No, that’s just Crowley’s talking getting to me. No.’
“You know that I would be there with you, the entire time, keeping you safe. No repetition of the Bastille this time, I swear,” said the demon, placing one of his hands on his heart and lifting the other into the air next to his head.
Ah, yes. That was precisely why Aziraphale didn’t allow himself things like that, wasn’t it? The only time he allowed himself to let go like that, he ended up chained in the cells of Bastille, and would probably have ended up being discorporated if not for Crowley’s rescue. Just the memory alone made him shiver.
“I mustn't, Crowley,” the angel responded, but his certainty was melting as he looked into the sea of golden, serpentine eyes. He tried taking a sip of wine and looked into his empty glass with a furrowed brow.
“Alright, why. Gimme a reason. And not just ‘because I said so’, it’s not gonna work this time,” said the demon, as he poured more wine into Aziraphale’s glass.
The angel lifted a finger into the air as if trying to make a point and opened his mouth, but no words came out.
Because ‘why not?’ Crowley would be there for him, keeping them both safe, and there is no Office to report to. ‘The only person limiting me now is… myself, I suppose.’
‘Maybe Crowley is right?’ He mused for a moment, before sighing deeply.
“Alright,” he exhaled, almost defeated, but there was a certain thrill behind it all.
“Perfect!” shouted the demon with a laugh. “Leave it to me angel, this will be a day you’ll never forget.”
‘Oh, dear. What did I get myself into?’
Today, 19th of November
Aziraphale slowly opened his eyes, still heavy from sleep, and realised he was alone in the bed, which was unusual. After all, Crowley always preferred to laze around before starting his day.
The angel sat up, leaning his back on the headboard and slowly taking a look around the room, when the doors to the bedroom cracked open.
“Angel?” The demon’s careful voice came through as a whisper.
“I’m awake, darling. But what got you out of bed so early?” Aziraphale couldn’t help his curiosity. Crowley was now poking his head through the door and looking at him with a mischievous smirk.
“Oh, angel. Don’t tell me you forgot?”
The angel looked at him, dumbfounded.
“Forgot? About what?”
The demon’s smirk only grew wider, as he flung the door open and stepped into the room, carrying a tray. He reached the bed in three long steps, and presented a fresh plate of crepes and a steaming cup of tea in front of the angel, still smirking.
“Fancy a breakfast in bed, angel?”
Aziraphale’s gaze flickered between the tray that was now resting on his knees and the demon. Besides Crowley’s mischievous smirk, the angel also was able to see the awe in those golden serpent eyes, and had to make a conscious effort to look back at the plate just to avoid melting from all the emotions the demon showered him with. He smiled.
“Thank you, my dear,” he said, reaching for one of the crepes, and let out a small moan at the first bite.
“They are simply exquisite.” He looked at the demon as he spoke, and was greeted with a sincere, fond smile.
But.
…But.
There was something else.
Aziraphale looked at the demon suspiciously as he took a sip of his tea.
“What are you up to?” he finally asked.
Crowley put one hand into the air and the other on his heart, making a surprised face, feigning innocence. “Me? Nothing!”
His act wasn’t very convincing. Aziraphale raised an eyebrow at him, and the demon responded with yet another mischievous smirk.
“Nothing you didn’t agree to, angel.”
The angel furrowed his brows, as an alcohol-hazed memory emerged from the depths of his mind.
‘Oh. Oh. It’s today?’
“Yep,” said the demon, popping the ‘p’ as he spoke, as if he read the angel’s mind. Or did Aziraphale say it out loud? He wasn’t sure.
‘Oh, bugger.’
The angel sighed and deflated a little.
“Alright. So what’s the plan for today?”
The demon’s smirk grew wider as he bent towards the angel, his face now just mere centimetres away from Aziraphale’s.
“Wait and see,” he said and gave the angel a quick peck on the cheek.
The angel knew the choice of words was very intentional and furrowed a brow at him.
“Really, dear. Do you know how annoying that is?” he playfully mocked, the corner of his lips turning up.
“Yes, well. Let me know when you’re ready, angel. I’ll be waiting downstairs. Oh, and feel free to put on something a little bit more elegant if you want,” Crowley said and winked, before heading to the door, carrying away the now empty tray.
“Bit more el- Crowley!” Aziraphale called, but it was already too late - the demon had closed the door to the bedroom on his way out.
The angel stared at the door for a moment before sighing deeply in resignation. Still, he couldn’t help the smile that was slowly growing on his face.
He didn’t like not being in control. But he trusted Crowley with his whole heart. ‘So maybe, just maybe - it won’t be so bad. It might actually be nice.’ With that, Aziraphale climbed out of the bed and headed to the bathroom for his usual morning routine.
After he finished with that, he went back to the bedroom and looked into his wardrobe.
“‘Something a bit more elegant’, he said,” the angel mused, before finally picking out some clothes.
In the end, he settled for an outfit not much different from his usual. The main difference was his bow tie, which had a pattern sewn with golden and red threads.
When he went downstairs, Crowley was already waiting near the door with the keys to the Bentley in hand. His sunglasses were resting on top of his head, ready to be pulled down. The demon smiled as his eyes landed on the angel’s face.
“Ready for a trip?” he said with a smile, and spread Aziraphale’s coat in his hands, ready to help him put it on. The angel raised an eyebrow at him, but didn’t comment on the unusual gesture.
Once outside, the demon stopped him before they reached the car.
“Almost forgot about the miracle. Ready?” he asked with a smile, but Aziraphale was able to catch a hint of nervousness in his voice, as if he thought Aziraphale would back out of his plan. The angel couldn’t help but chuckle.
Right, the miracle. That was the plan. Crowley was supposed to cast a small miracle that would let Aziraphale let go of the limitations he put onto himself. A small one, none of this mind-changing stuff, of course. The angel sighed and squeezed Crowley’s hand.
“Yes, darling. I trust you.”
“You’ll be fine, angel. I promise,” the demon responded with a genuine smile, and then pulled for power with his free hand to cast the miracle. Aziraphale braced himself, but… nothing happened. At least he didn’t feel like anything was changing. Was it supposed to be like that? He wasn’t sure.
His gaze fell onto the demon, who was now rocking a wide smile and looking deep into the angel’s eyes.
“It worked,” he said, his voice dripping of fondness, before turning towards the car and tugging Aziraphale’s hand. “Now, let’s go.”
‘Well, if Crowley says it worked, I don’t have a reason to be doubtful,’ he decided as he settled into the passenger’s seat.
The drive to London was fairly quick and comfortable, and Crowley didn’t even speed… at least not that much. Aziraphale tried asking where they were going, but the demon was elusive with his answers until it came to parking. And while the building they stood in front of seemed familiar, it took the angel a moment to realize that this was the same chocolatier from which Crowley bought him chocolates to celebrate the opening of the Bookshop.
The angel’s heart swelled at the fond memory and he looked at his demon with a smile.
Crowley extended his arm towards the angel, offering him an escort, and Aziraphale gladly accepted, both of them smiling as they wandered inside.
Aziraphale looked around, stunned. There were so many different desserts and sweets, each even prettier than the previous one, and the scent of cocoa surrounded him.
“Oh, Crowley, I would love to try some of these,” he said, pointing at the glass display filled with chocolate confections, wiggling.
The demon smiled, softly placing his free hand on top of Aziraphale’s.
“Of course, angel. Right after the tour?”
Aziraphale felt that there was no pressure in this question, and that they would do it right now if only he wished so. But the idea of a tour was even more enticing than the sweets.
“Very well.” He nodded happily.
They were led towards the back, where they had the chance to watch the professionals at work, and Aziraphale - with a slight encouragement from his lovely demon - didn’t skip the chance to ask the chefs multiple questions about the process.
As the last point of their tour, they were led to a small room in the back, where multiple different treats and sweets were spread at the table on display.
“Please enjoy your sampling, Sirs,” said their guide with a bow, before leaving the room.
“Sampling?” repeated Aziraphale, as he looked at Crowley with wide eyes, just to see him smirking.
“Come on angel, sit,” the demon said as he pulled out the chair for him.
The angel obliged, still shocked.
“I did say that I’d love to try some, but…” he sounded uncertain, his hands folded on his knees. However, before he could say anything else, Crowley approached him and covered his hands with his own, the demon’s glasses tucked into the pocket of his jacket and his gaze locked on Aziraphale’s face.
“And now you can. Whatever you wish to try, no matter how many you wish to try, they are here for you to enjoy,” the demon said with confidence, squeezing the angel’s hands in reassurance.
They looked into each other’s eyes for a moment, before Aziraphale finally exhaled and relaxed, offering his companion a wishful smile.
“Thank you, my love.”
Crowley gave him a quick peck on the lips before straightening and looking towards the table.
“So, which one will you try first, angel?” There was a small smile dancing on the demon’s lips, and Aziraphale almost wished to taste them more than all the sweets in front of him. But there was no reason to pick between these two options; he could always taste this particular dish later.
When they left, Crowley was carrying a box full of sweets; he decided to buy multiples of any treat Aziraphale was fond of during the sampling, for his angel to enjoy at home.
Aziraphale, of course, didn’t complain.
But, there was something else on his mind.
“Do you know what would be nice after all that sweetness, my darling?” the angel asked as they walked towards the Bentley.
“What is it, angel?” The demon’s glasses were back on his face, but even with them Aziraphale was able to feel Crowley’s gaze.
“Some wine would be splendid, don’t you think?” The angel was going to suggest stepping into a restaurant perhaps, but there was something in his demon’s smirk that stopped the words in his throat. He raised an eyebrow.
“You know, I think you are right,” Crowley said as he opened the passenger door for Aziraphale, his smirk growing even wider. The angel narrowed his eyes as the demon took his seat in front of the steering wheel.
Crowley looked at him as he started the engine and smiled.
“You don’t want any mediocre wine angel, now do you?”
Aziraphale huffed.
“Of course not! You know very well that I have standards.”
The demon chuckled in response.
“Well then, trust me. We’ll get you your wine very soon,” he said as they pulled into the traffic.
Their next stop turned out to be a shop front for a winery that Aziraphale had mentioned recently, after he read some exceptional reviews of their wines.
And just like before, Aziraphale was led inside, holding onto Crowley’s steady arm.
They browsed the shop for a while, selecting some recent vintages of the winery’s offerings to add to their home wine cellar, when a man wearing a shirt with a logo approached them.
“Good day. May I help you find anything?” the man asked.
But before Aziraphale could respond, Crowley was already handing a piece of paper to the man.
The man read whatever was written on it in silence and then nodded.
“My apologies, Sirs. This way,” he finished, as he started guiding them towards another room.
Aziraphale tried asking what was happening, but the wide smile that the demon gave him made him reconsider.
No matter what it was, Crowley definitely seemed to have everything under control.
Similar to what happened at the chocolatier, this visit also led to a sampling event - only this time it was wine; they both participated in tasting rare vintages that were not available for sale in the shop. It was definitely easier for Aziraphale to let go of his limitations, especially with the rare wines and in such good company.
When they finished the wine sampling and wandered outside, the angel’s gaze caught something in the distance.
“Oh, is that a bookshop?” he chirped, and Crowley, without a word, started leading them towards it, offering Aziraphale a warm smile.
The books in the bookshop weren’t rare, but it didn’t stop the angel from buying a book for his home collection.
When they finally got back to the car, Crowley spoke.
“So what are we doing now, angel? Fancy some dinner? Restaurant, perhaps?” Once again, there was no pressure behind his words - only affection.
Aziraphale pondered for a moment.
“As much as I’d love to see what you would do this time, I think I would rather head back home, if that’s not a problem, my dear.” There was a hint of uncertainty in his voice.
‘Would this be alright? I hope I won’t mess up any plans he might have still prepared.’
Crowley offered him a fond smile, cupped the angel’s cheek into his hand and caressed it with his thumb as he spoke.
“Of course, angel. Anything you want.”
They both leaned towards each other and their lips met. The kiss was sweet and lazy - a clear show of the affection they had towards each other.
When they parted, both of them were smiling and staring into each other’s eyes for a moment, before they both settled back in their seats and started the trip back home.
At some point, their hands intertwined between the seats.
‘It was a wonderful trip, all things considered,’ thought the angel, and he didn’t even feel guilty for all the sweets he’d eaten and wine he’d drunk. But as the car approached the cottage, Aziraphale couldn’t help but recognize some nervousness radiating out from his demon, which grew the closer to their home they were.
‘...Was it truly alright to just head back home, my dear?’
But before his mind could slip into this rabbit hole, a reassuring squeeze of his hand pulled him back into reality. The Bentley just parked and there he was - his gorgeous, lovely demon, his sunglasses already discarded, looking at him with affection. Aziraphale couldn’t help but smile, and the worries that were starting to grow in his mind dissipated.
As they got out of the car, the angel didn’t miss a muffled snap of fingers somewhere on the side, and his eyes snapped at the suspicious demon.
“What did you do?”
But Crowley’s smile didn’t falter. Instead, he grabbed Aziraphale’s hand in his and led him towards the door. And the angel almost missed that split second where the demon’s hand was trembling. Almost.
When Crowley opened the door, the entire cottage was lit by electric candles, and there was a trail of petals on the floor, leading upstairs. Aziraphale’s eyes went wide and he opened his mouth in shock. The demon led him inside and closed the door behind them, and then proceeded to take off the angel’s coat, all while Aziraphale just stood there, stunned, trying to take in their surroundings.
His brain came back online just as Crowley started leading him up the stairs.
“Crowley, dearest, what is all this?” His voice was almost a whisper, as if he struggled to get the words out. Which, to be fair, he probably did.
“The day hasn’t ended yet, right?” The demon’s voice was low and smooth, almost like honey in his eyes. A soft scent of fragrant oils spread through the cottage, as Crowley slowly led the angel towards the bathroom, which was also lit with candles. At the end, next to the shower, stood a spacious bath filled with water and foam.
Aziraphale stared at it, as Crowley’s arms fell onto his shoulders and started squeezing, like an attempted massage, and his lips were next to the angel’s ear as he spoke.
“Ready for the next part, angel?” he whispered, his voice low and sending shivers through Aziraphale’s spine. But his tone wasn’t hinting at desire - it was hinting at something more, more intimate, more vulnerable.
“Close your eyes,” the demon whispered, and the angel obliged. Aziraphale was able to feel the shift of heat coming off from Crowley’s body, as the demon stepped in front of him and slowly started taking off his clothes. Every touch felt like a devotion, like a prayer, and the angel couldn’t help but shudder.
“Angel? Alright?” He heard a slightly worried whisper, and nodded in response, fearing that his words would break whatever spell he fell into.
He probably should feel scared, with so many sensations and with his eyes closed, but Crowley’s touch anchored him in this moment, letting him know that he was safe.
As the last piece of clothing came off, the demon’s hands cradled Aziraphale’s face.
“Open your eyes, angel,” he whispered, and the angel felt the words as a warm air on his lips.
Aziraphale opened his eyes slowly, and the sea of gold in the demon’s eyes almost swept him from the ground with the amount of love and affection it portrayed. The angel covered one of Crowley’s hands with his own and for a moment, they were smiling fondly at each other, before leaning forward and connecting their lips in a kiss. Once again, this wasn’t a connection borne from desire, but from pure emotions between them.
When they parted, Crowley silently led Aziraphale towards the bath.
The angel settled in the bath with a contented hum, and there was another snap of the fingers. This time however, he didn’t have to think what it was related to, as classical music started flowing through the house right afterwards.
At the sound of glass being placed on the flat surface, Aziraphale opened his eyes - ‘when did I close my eyes?’ - just to see a glass of red wine next to the bath.
“In case you’re thirsty, angel,” the demon whispered with a smile.
Aziraphale almost melted in the bath. The love, the affection, the gestures - it was almost too much. He was probably smiling like an idiot at this point, but he couldn’t care less when Crowley looked at him like that.
Aziraphale couldn’t help when his eyelids closed shut again, as he relaxed in the bath.
…
“Angel?” A low, smooth-like-honey whisper pulled the angel back to the surface, as if slowly emerging from the ocean. When he opened his eyes, Crowley kneeled next to the bath.
“Are you ready to get out?”
Aziraphale blinked a couple of times, until the demon’s hand softly landed on his shoulder, anchoring him in place. He nodded, and with a little help he climbed out of the bath. Crowley grabbed the towel that was folded on the counter - soft and warm, and with slow, delicate moves started drying the angel’s body, similar to how he’d removed his clothes previously - with devotion and affection rather than led by desire.
It almost seemed like something sacred - Aziraphale was caught in the middle of that spell, and he didn’t feel like getting out of it either.
When his body was finally dry, Crowley helped him put on a bathrobe and led him towards the bedroom. Aziraphale, still caught in the spell, didn’t register that fact, until he noticed the bed with something new on it that caught his eyes - there was a towel laid on it, and a bottle of some sort stood on a night stand; a bottle he’d never seen before.
Aziraphale looked at Crowley with a raised eyebrow, but the demon just chuckled.
“I know what you think, angel, but that’s not it, I swear. Now, would you lie down there, preferably on your stomach?”
Aziraphale still wasn’t convinced, which had to be written all over his face, because Crowley groaned and rolled his eyes.
“I promise. That’s not it. Unless you want to. Later.” The last word was spoken as if it was non-negotiable, but Aziraphale knew that if he asked, the demon would oblige.
But if he did that now, he probably wouldn’t learn what Crowley prepared this time, and it would certainly be a loss. So he just pretended to huff, proceeded to take off his robe, and then lay down on the towel.
A moment later, Crowley was standing next to the bed, flexing his hands, and looking the angel’s body up and down.
“Look at you, you’re gorgeous, angel,” he said, as he reached for the aforementioned bottle, squeezed some of the fluid - which now seemed like some sort of oil - on his hand, and reached for the angel’s back.
A massage. That’s what the demon planned. A nice, relaxing massage, done with his own hands.
Aziraphale couldn’t help but almost melt under Crowley’s gentle touch. These slender fingers sliding smoothly on his back, caressing every inch they touched. The angel felt his every muscle loosen, one by one. In his waist, in his shoulders, in his back, his shoulder blades… A tingling feeling went through Aziraphale’s body, but he wasn’t paying any attention, immersed too deeply into Crowley’s caress. He exhaled a contented hum as another wave of tingling went through his back, and…
Whoosh
Almost silent, a surprised “Oh,” reached Aziraphale’s ears, alongside the soft flutter of feathers; he cracked his eyes open to see his own wings spread above him.
His gaze snapped back towards the demon, and he felt the heat rising in his cheeks.
Crowley gave him a fond smile, quickly wiped off his hands on the towel he had on the side, and knelt under one wing, as close to the angel’s face as possible. One of his hands went into Aziraphale’s hair, slowly caressing through the blond locks, while the other rested at the edge of the bed, holding him steady. He looked at his angel with nothing but awe and love in his eyes.
“How are you doing?” the demon asked, his voice delicate, barely a whisper.
Aziraphale couldn’t help but smile at him.
“It was truly a divine experience, darling. I think I relaxed a little bit too much, it seems.” But the demon was already shaking his head in disapproval.
“Not ‘too much,’ angel. You deserve to let go. That’s all I wanted for you today.” His voice was still low, still soft, but also final. Aziraphale looked into these golden, serpentine eyes and knew that this was not something they could argue about. A wave of warmth spread through his chest. They looked into each other’s eyes like that for a moment, Crowley still massaging the angel’s scalp through his hair, before he slowly looked up at his wings.
“Can I prune your wings, angel?” The whisper caught the angel a little off-guard, but another glance at the demon calmed him down right away. ‘My demon.’
“Yes, dear. Please.”
Crowley smiled at him fondly before standing up and helping him sit on the bed, and then offered him a fresh towel to cover himself in case it was cold. Then he went to wash his hands, to get rid of the oil residue, before sitting behind him.
There was a moment of silence between them.
“...I’m going to touch them, alright?” Crowley’s soft voice trembled a little as he spoke, and the angel’s response was even quieter than that.
The first time these long fingers sunk into his feathers, a shudder went through Aziraphale’s body… like electricity - but it wasn’t unpleasant. It was the opposite, actually. The angel couldn’t help but hum as Crowley’s elegant hands slowly caressed one wing, feather by feather. It felt different than anything they ever did - infinitely close, like something sacred, something only they could do. Another shudder went through his body, as the demon’s slender fingers brushed the feathers closer to his back, sending a wave of heat to the bottom of his abdomen. The angel couldn’t help but let out a low, sweet moan, which caused Crowley’s hands to go still for a split second, before his touch continued, even gentler than before.
When the demon was caressing his second wing, a thought finally reached Aziraphale’s now hazy brain.
“Shouldn’t you take off your miracle?” he asked in a whisper, his voice trembling a little - both from the slowly growing desire that was born while the demon was cradling his feathers, and from pure love now flowing through him freely.
“What miracle?” The demon murmured, reaching for the feathers right at the base of both wings and pulling a deeper moan out of the angel.
“Wh- mmm- the miracle you cast this morning?” Aziraphale pushed out the words as his eyelids fluttered closed, as another wave of desire creeped through him at the sleek fingers touching his feathers.
The lack of answer and definitely purposeful touch on his wings made him snap back into reality. He turned his head and looked at the demon over his shoulder and his wing, and was met with the sight of a being who definitely tried to bite off a chuckle as he smirked.
And then the penny dropped.
Aziraphale’s eyes went wide and he almost slapped Crowley with his wing as he turned towards him.
“You fiend! You tricked me!” He poked the demon in the chest with a finger, and Crowley started laughing in response.
But the angel couldn’t help himself and he started laughing as well, and soon enough, both of them were almost crying from laughter.
When their laughter subsided, Crowley cradled Aziraphale’s face in his hand and looked him deep in his eyes, smiling.
“You did it, angel. You let yourself go. No miracle required.”
The angel smiled in response. He understood.
“Thank you, my love.”
They looked at each other for a moment, before the angel’s brow furrowed.
“Wait. If that wasn’t a miracle, then what did you do this morning?”
The demon’s smile grew wider.
“When do you think I set all the candles and things, huh?”
And before Aziraphale could ask another question, Crowley explained further.
“And then lit the candles and drew you a bath as we came back.” His thumb was caressing the angel’s cheek.
They looked at each other for a moment, before both of them leaned forward and connected their lips in a kiss. It was innocent and sweet at first, but then grew hungry the longer it went.
When they parted, they leaned their foreheads against each other, panting.
Aziraphale looked at Crowley for a while, before speaking.
“...Can I see yours?” He whispered the question, uncertain. The demon offered a quick peck on his lips in response.
“Anything for you, angel,” he said, and then pulled off his shirt, before spreading out his wings.
Aziraphale stared at them in awe, before slowly pulling his fingers through them, getting a shudder out of the demon in response.
“They are beautiful, my love. Just like you.”
“Ngk,” was the only response the demon was able to muster, and the angel chuckled.
Their eyes met again, and their lips followed right afterwards, this time more hungry than before. Aziraphale’s hand slipped into Crowley’s long hair, while the demon’s hand held the back of his neck. Their lips parted in invitation towards each other, and their tongues danced between them, forcing contented hums and moans from both of them.
When they drew apart, there was a certain hunger and need in their gazes. They were panting into each other’s mouths, exchanging the air between them.
“So, what was this about ‘later,’ darling?” said Aziraphale, his voice still a little shaky. Crowley’s lips lifted into a smirk, and then he moved his lips towards the angel’s ear.
“Anything you want, angel,” he whispered, his voice low, sending another wave of heat through the angel’s body.
“Well… in that case, there’s one thing I’d like to devour, my love,” Aziraphale’s voice was now low and steady.
“Oh, and what would that be?” asked the demon, and the angel didn’t have to see his face to know that he was carrying that mischievous smile of his.
But Aziraphale was now too far gone into the bliss of the day, and too aroused to talk. So instead of words, he let his actions speak for themselves, as he pushed Crowley’s back towards the bed and reached for the belt buckle on the demon’s trousers.
Oh, this?
He’ll ask and he’ll take.
Anything he wants.
And as many times as he wants.
And the demon will offer it all with a smile.