Tadfield. The sky is still dark in an early November dawn. Inside the former equipment storage shed at Crowley's Croll Farm. Uriel and Ammun are in the back of their lorry with brooms, about to tidy it a bit and check things over preparatory to the day's moving job.
Uriel kneels before the front padded wall behind the cab.
Ammun. Look at this.
She crouches forward, arms outstretched and fingers splayed out to match the 10 slits in the padding.
What Ammun notices first Is Uriel's lovely backside. Uriel continues:
It has to be Crowley. I can't imagine Aziraphale doing this.
Told you he has claws. Not just on his wings. When he's female-presenting.
Well. I guess we know what he and Aziraphale were doing during that drive to London last week.
Before she can move, Ammun magics away her overall and undergarments as well as his own. A swift appreciate look at her delicious chocolate body. Flings himself onto his back, pushing his head between her legs.
A little warm-up, then you can treat me to the same?
Uriels hands clutch Ammun's curly dark locks as his beard and lips tickle her. Angels don't waste time, and soon she's moaning with pleasure, wet and ready. The two reposition themselves, Ammun sitting with his back to the wall. Uriel straddles his hips, eases herself atop his erection, places her fingers back atop the slits in the padding, then through the slits as Ammun caresses her breasts and she and he rapture into Divine Ecstasy.
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