[The continuation of Chapter 51, Homecoming, in The Big One]

Tadfield. Back room of Aziraphale's bookshop. Aziraphale flings himself onto the giant pillows on the floor in front of the settee, followed by Crowley atop him.

Oh, Crowley, you feel so warm. It was a bit chilly up there in the clouds.

Mmmmmm . . . my favorite bolster. Cool as silk satin. I could lie here forever.

Crowley brushes a hand upward over Aziraphale's wooly hair, nuzzles the nape of his neck, then resumes his tight embrace of the angel, his russet hair spilling over the Aziraphale's shoulder. They lie together for a long while, simply basking in the comfort of one another's bodies. Then . . .

Crowley, do I feel the stirring of demonic lust?

Aziraphale crooks his leg to the side, feels the demon's penis twitch and nudge up against his testicles.

Close your legs, Aziraphale.

The angel obliges, crossing his legs at the ankles.

Mmmmmm . . . cozy.

Crowley moves his arms so that they can roll a bit onto their sides. Aziraphale drapes one arm over his head and the demon caresses his flanks and chest, then grasps the angel's growing erection. Crowley's done this massage often enough by now to know just what spots Aziraphale enjoys most, and carefully works his fingers to tease the angel. Finally Aziraphale gasps, and clutches Crowley's hand.

Crowley. Wait. Are you ready, too?

Yessssss . . .

A final movement of Crowley's hand, a few thrusts of his hips, and they're both awash in the waves of Divine Ecstasy.