Follows Crowley's anxiety attack in Chapter 63 of The Big One.
Just trying to cheer you up, my dear. And now, let's slide that sweater off you.
Aziraphale slips his hands beneath the soft knit and pushes it off over Crowley's raised arms. Snaps his fingers to send his own clothing to the valet. Transforms to his delicious female form. Strokes Crowley's ribs, hugs him and kisses his chest, rubbing her headful of fluffy silky curls against the demon's armpit. Crowley's eyes glow orange.
Warm me up, Crowley.
Crowley reaches out and gestures, and a fuzzy brown knit lace blanket appears draped over his arm.
I got this for the flat bedroom. But it seems more needed here.
He drapes the deliciously soft fleece over the angel's back.
What is this, Crowley? It's so light it almost floats. Mmmmm . . . and so warm.
Qiviut. Musk ox fleece. Here, turn about and lie against me.
Aziraphale repositions herself so she's reclining against Crowley's chest. He drapes the fleecy lace over her. She wiggles and cuddles up with her soft platinum curls tickling his shoulder and neck, pillowy bottom atop his lap.
Mmm . . . My own personal hot water bottle.
Doubtful a hot water bottle can do this . . .
Warm demon hands caress her breasts and play with her rosy areolae. Aziraphale sighs with pleasure and her back arches as her plump nipples tighten. Crowley nuzzles her shoulder and neck. She wriggles her hips. Then raises her knees and opens her legs. She reaches down and lightly taps something with her fingertips.
You're so long I can feel you nudging me.
How do you get wet so fast, Angel? You're already almost dripping.
Magic.
The demon's firm sinuous hand massages her clitoris and explores her labia. Aziraphale smiles as she makes little moaning noises.
Turn round again and lie back against the other pillow. I like to see you when you're all rosy and excited.
Aziraphale obliges, snuggling against the giant pillow, the brown fleece draped around her shoulders and down alongside her snowy body. Crowley regards her.
You look like a buttered baked potato.
The two burst into laughter.
Crowley writhes around and glides forward between her legs, caresses her breasts. Aziraphale has already opened her thighs, one creamy leg draped over the back of the settee. Arches her back and closes her eyes as she feels Crowley's heated hand stroke her belly and then finger her rosy petals and plump cherry. The demon's eyes are glowing deep orange, his erection stiff as a pole.
Ready, Angel?
Yes. Unnnnnhhhhhhhhh . . . Crowleyyyyyyy . . .
Aziraphale's and Crowley's faces both go into St. Teresa mode as he slips himself inside, thrusting in counterpoint to her hip gyrations. She digs her fingers into his back as he collapses atop her breast. They climax together, waves of Divine Ecstasy pulsing through them. For hours.
Aziraphale is back in male mode. Crowley twitches his shoulders.
Satan's sins, Angel, I think you left marks again.
Turn around and let me see . . . Oh. . . . Oh dear. Yes. I did.
Aziraphale runs a hand lightly over the red marks on Crowley's back.
All better now?
Mm. Rub my back some more. That felt nice.
The angel tosses a giant pillow onto the carpet.
Here. Lie down. I'll give you a massage.
Crowley hops off the settee, relaxes on his stomach atop the pillow. Aziraphale magics a small oil vial into his hand, pours a bit out atop Crowley' back, and begins his massage. Back, shoulders, ribs, lovely tight buttocks, thighs . . . up and down, up and down . . . runs and an oily hand down Crowley's crack and delicately fingers the demon's testicles.
Roll over, I'll do your front.
Crowley flops himself over and sprawls atop the pillow, arms over his head and knees wide apart.
Unnhhh . . . I feel boneless.
Hm. We'll see about that.
Aziraphale massages Crowley's chest, enjoying the demon's nice pectorals, fondling his little nipples until they're hard as BB's. Strokes Crowley's flanks and belly and inner thighs, then begins to firmly caress and stroke his balls and penis. The demon's breathing becomes rapid and shallow.
Angel . . .
Aziraphale lies atop Crowley, pairing his own erection with Crowley's, and snuggles belly to belly against the demon's warm – and now slippery – body. Crowley sighs blissfully, snaps his fingers to have the qiviut blanket float atop them before they succumb to a long, slow Divine Ecstasy for the remainder of the night.