Tadfield. Still mid-morning. The Bookshop back room. Crowley has been kissing Aziraphale all over her body, working his way gradually downward to the fuzzy golden muff nestled between her creamy thighs - which he now spreads apart by gently pushing on her raised knees.

Mmmmmm . . . Angel, would you like me to do remarkable things to an oyster?

Don't hurry, my dear. Go slow.

Crowley proceeds to nibble and lick with his surprisingly tongue until Aziraphale starts to pant and gasp, her back arched and nipples hard as ruby pebbles atop her pink areolas.

Crowley . . . I can't hold back much longer . . . get inside me.

The demon rises to his knees, grasps the angel's ankles and raises her legs atop his shoulders, exposing her now rosy and wet labia and plump red clitoral cherry, a crimson gash surrounded by golden curls and pillowy whipped cream belly, buttocks and thighs. With an animal growl of lust, he pushes himself inside the angel. Aziraphale barely has time to rock and roll her hips until she cries out, overcome by a massive Divine Ecstasy.

AAAAAAAaaaaaaaahhhhhh! . . . Crowley! . . . Crowley! . . .

Her cries and moans and muscular contractions send the demon right into Divine Ecstasy with her. Her soft, satiny legs slide down and lock around his back as he collapses against her breasts. Several hours pass.


Crowley withdraws and rolls onto his side along Aziraphale, his penis draped over her thigh. She holds him in her arms and lazily caresses him and strokes her fingers through his hair. Aziraphale murmurs,

Well. So much for brunch with Madam Tracy.

I'm sure they'll sort things out.

Mind if I go back to being a man again?

Do. And then you must kiss me, you handsome brute.

Aziraphale laughs, and transforms.

You have a yellow pubic hair on your lip.

They both laugh. Aziraphale brushes off the offending curl and kisses Crowley thoroughly and hard while the demon rests his warm hand atop the angel's giblets.

You taste like amaretto

You and me together, Angel? A match made in Heaven?*

They spend the night cuddling and nuzzling and enjoying the simple pleasure of being close to one another, secure in each other's arms.


*"Scents," and "Upholstered Granite," Chapters 10 & 11