Tadfield. Late evening in the bookshop. Crowley and Aziraphale have ended their conversation in "The Fixer" chapter of The Big One.
. . . Kiss me, Angel.
A long, thorough kiss.
Mmmm. Crowley, you taste of whisky even when you haven't been drinking.
I've probably drunk enough since humans invented the stuff to be at least 40 proof myself.
Gives Aziraphale a smooch.
You taste of cocoa, by the way. There was some left on your lip.
Places his hands on Aziraphale's shoulders and proceeds to kiss the angel's neck, shoulders, chest. Aziraphale relaxes into goo as Crowley nuzzles his fuzzy chest hair, tickles the angel's nipples with his sensuous tongue until they're hard as leather.
Crowley rolls and falls onto his back on the big pillow.
Angel, would you rub my feet?
Azirphale smiles. Repositions himself to a kneeling position, hoists Crowley's feet onto his lap, proceeds to massage the demon's toes and insteps. Crowley gently writhes and sighs with pleasure.
I can't tell you how much I love having feet.
A hard-won luxury?
Uh-huh. You know I was a heavenly body with just a face, six wings, and a tail . . . then a burned-out serpent in Hell . . . took me a long while to get the complete kit.
They're very long, graceful feet. I love stroking them.
Aziraphale leans forward and works his way slowly upward as he massages Crowley's arches, ankles, legs and thighs.
And your lovely long legs.
Aziraphale repositions himself to straddle Crowley's hips. Crowley leans forward, caresses the angel's backside.
Such a delicious backside, Angel. Mmmm . . . Cold and soft as ice cream . . .
Crowley grasps the angel's buttocks and spreads them to enclose his growing erection like buns around a hot dog. Gently pulls Aziraphale's balls free, cupping them in one hand as his supple, warm fingers firmly massage the angel's erection in all the places he likes best. Cold hands grasp his wrists.
Crowley.
Aziraphale's eyes are closed and his mouth slightly open, mere moments away from Divine Ecstasy. Crowley isn't quite there yet, however. Nonetheless, he runs an index finger around the tip of the angel's penis, rubbing that one special spot in just the right way. Aziraphale gasps, slides his hands over Crowley's chest , buries his face atop the demon's shoulder as he collapses and floats away in Divine Ecstasy. Hugging Crowley tightly, he whispers into his ear:
Oh Crowley. I love you so.
And that sends Crowley into the slipstream of Divine Ecstasy right along with his beloved angel. The Magic Words.
