AN: I apologise for the long wait (approximately about a billion years I believe) but the next chapter is finally here! I don't own anything! Please review. Oh and happy Christmas everyone (if you read this before Christmas…if not…bugger.)

Crowley had (after an hour and half of walking down tiny country roads) eventually found a pub which served food. By this time his stomach was grumbling so loud he was sure even down below could hear.

"Please control your stomach dear." Aziraphale muttered as he scanned the menu for something divine which would hopefully make up for the disappointment of the holiday so far.

"Well I wouldn't be starving if you hadn't kept jabbering on to Ted about caravans." Crowley frowned.

"You aren't starving. Children in Africa are starving Crowley. You are just peckish and impatient. I'll have the lasagne and a cup of tea for now dear." Aziraphale smiled as a female waitress passed with a note book.

"Steak pie, chips and a bottle of your house red thanks." Crowley muttered as the waitress smiled and walked off back to the bar. Crowley couldn't help but let his eyes linger on her back a little longer than normal. It had been months since he had seduced a woman to bed and it was beginning to frustrate him immensely.

Aziraphale caught this glance and sighed. "We came on this holiday to spend some quality time together Crowley. Not for you to get drunk on wine and chase women young enough to be your…" He paused and thought for a moment. "Great-great-great-great-great-granddaughter."

"Younger than that I'd say." Crowley let a smile play around his thin lips for a moment. "Then again, all women are nower days. I'm not exactly going to meet a six thousand year old human am I? Unless I take up necrophilia, which I don't intend."

"Why do you always have to be so crude?"

The walk back to the camping site took longer than the walk there, due to Crowley trailing behind the angel, clutching his stomach in pain and disgust.

"I think I'm gonna hurl." He gasped, bending over the camp gate post. "I'm never going to eat again, EVER in my life."

"That's really your own fault Crowley. If you hadn't insisted on eating three portions of pie, ice cream and two bottles of wine you wouldn't be feeling sick would you? Now really, pull yourself together."

"Easy for you to say. You're an angel. Don't believe in gluttony and all that. Not that it usually stops you." He muttered the last part, not wanting Aziraphale to get even angrier and make him sleep outside the caravan.

"I know when to say NO Crowley. I know when I've had enough." He caught Crowley mimicking his facial movements out of the corner of his eye and shouted "You are SO BLOODY CHILDISH sometimes."

Considering the day had been warm and sunny, the evening was surprisingly cool even though the June sunshine was still shining bright in the West.

"Luckily I remembered to pack my portable camper van heater." Aziraphale grinned once they had sat down in the caravan. He turned the tiny heater on which had glowing strips of orange inside, heating up the tiny space inside. Aziraphale stood close to it, warming his socked feet. "I thought you was getting a bed and breakfast for the night?"

"I would but I can't be arsed now. I'm too full to do anything." He sighed, stretching out on the small sofa which ran alongside the back wall of the van.

"Figures. Well, as you well know, I don't generally sleep. That's laziness, and laziness is like sloth, and sloth is highly looked down on for an angel."

"I'm well aware." Crowley smiled. "So what are you going to do while I'm catching up on the little Z's? Beam goodwill to Ted and Deirdre next door?" He let out a snigger.

"I was going to take a walk actually. It wont get dark for a while and it really is a beautiful place around here. Maybe I'll walk down to the nearest lake. Although, quite frankly dear, I'm not sure if I trust you here alone."

Crowley screwed up his face in a mock shocked expression. "What do you think I'll do? Set fire to the campsite?"

"No…well, now you mention it dear…no its not that. Well, I thought perhaps you would do something terrible to Ted and Deirdre's caravan."

"Like set that on fire?"

"Well, I was thinking more let down the tires or something. You didn't seem to warm to them like I did." Aziraphale's brow began to develop a layer of sweat upon it all of a sudden. He grabbed the collar of his polo shirt and wafted it about. "Goodness it's suddenly very hot in here." His nostrils suddenly widened in an automatic sniff sniff. "And I smell…burning…"

Crowley suddenly let out a hysterical laugh, rolling onto his sides and clutching his stomach.

"What is it?" Aziraphale begun before he noticed how hot his left foot had become. He looked down and saw that his toe was sticking into the portable heater and it had burnt a hole in his sock and was working on burning his big toe. He let out a high pitched shriek and leapt out of the way quickly. This seemed to make Crowley laugh even harder and he fell off the sofa with a loud THUMP.

"Ouch. Fuck." Crowley grumbled before laughing even harder.

"Really dear…it wasn't that funny…I could have been serio…"

"HAHAHA. You stupid ponce!" Crowley's laughter begun to slowly calm down and he picked himself up off the carpeted floor. "Awh don't get all moody angel. You want me to heal your toe all better for you?" This set him off again and he fell back onto the sofa. "Oh you do make me laugh 'Zira."

Aziraphale's face remained stern as he healed his toe and sock. (1) He switched off the heater and sat beside Crowley on the cosy sofa.

"Are you quite finished laughing at my expense demon?" He sighed.

"Yes." Crowley said, a smile still playing on his lips.

"Good. Because I was thinking of taking that walk now. If your stomachs any better that is. And judging by your hysterics…"

"You want me to come with you to some lake?" Crowley asked, his brow furrowing deep into his nose.

"Yes. They are supposed to be very beautiful this time of year. And we are meant to be spending more time together after the apoc…thingy."

"Thingy." Crowley smiled at the angels use of the word. "Well…okay." He gave in.

"Thank you dear."

"But only if you buy me an ice cream."

(1) They had, after all, cost £4.99 a pair from Marks and Spencer.

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