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Crowley sat on the bench in front of the cottage, enjoying the late afternoon sun. A sigh of contentment escaped him as he stretched his long legs out in front of him, closed his eyes, and threw his head back.
Suddenly, he felt the bench beside him move. He didn't open his eyes, knowing that only one person could be sitting there.
He felt a hand slip into his. He squeezed back and intertwined their fingers. Then, he felt the weight of the angel's head on his shoulder.
They remained like that for a few moments, in silence broken only by the sounds of nature around them.
Suddenly, he heard Aziraphale sniff and the angel said softly, “You smell nice.”
Crowley chuckled and replied, "I smell like damp earth, dead leaves, and the rose bushes I pruned this afternoon."
Aziraphale let out a small laugh. Just as Crowley opened his eyes, the angel placed a light kiss on his cheek. "Yes, that’s what I said. You smell nice," he insisted.
He turned completely toward Crowley, took his chin in his hand, turned his head toward Crowley's, and pressed another gentle kiss on his lips.
Suddenly, as if a dam had broken inside him, Aziraphale grabbed Crowley's face and deepened the kiss, tracing the outline of his lips with his tongue before slipping inside. Crowley surrendered, wrapping his long arms around the angel's neck as their tongues intertwined in an endless dance.
They broke apart only to catch their breath before resuming the dance again and again.
When they finally pulled apart, Aziraphale collapsed against Crowley who wrapped his arms around the angel and held him close.
The demon laughed softly into the angel's hair. "If my scent puts you in this state, angel, I see no problem with rolling around in the dirt more often."
Aziraphale chuckled against the demon's chest and suggested, "How about we go roll around in bed instead?"
“I didn't know you were such a naughty angel.”
"Then let me be completely so."
Aziraphale pulled away from the demon, stood up, held out his hand, and said flirtatiously, "Shall we go, my dear?"
With a little chuckle, Crowley took it without hesitation, and the two of them ran hand in hand the short distance to the front door, eager to continue in their bedroom what they had started on the bench.