"Mm, Crowley…" A soft sigh escaped the angel as Aziraphale's back arched and he pulled the demon closer. "That feels… mmm…" He stroked dark hair and met almost-evil-but-not-quite snake eyes over the rim of sunglasses.
"That's right, angel," Crowley murmured in return, hands skating down still clothed sides (though not for long if the snake had anything to say about—
Halleluiah! Halleluiah!
The divine and demonic tableau froze.
"…"
"Angel? What happened to Bach?"
"…I didn't mean to…"
"I don't even have Handel ON my iPod."
The chorus quickly cut off to the sound of wicked laughter and another kiss.