[continuation of The Big One, Chapter 54, Uriel's Report. Mood music is Erik Satie's Gnossiennes ]

Tadfield. Backroom of bookshop. Crowley and Aziraphale have just returned from hearing Uriel's report at Janet and Georgia's house. Aziraphale has an odd look on his face, and is standing with his hands clasped at his waist as if he's uncertain about something. Crowley comes up behind and hugs him.

Angel. What is it.

Crowley. Remember the night you made love to me as a statue? . . . Would you do that again?

Crowley considers for a long moment.

Angel, do you think that's wise?

I don't know. Can we find out?

Very well, Angel. Assume the position.

Aziraphale stands with his arms folded behind his back. Crowley magics away their clothing. Regards the angel for a moment, then fetches Aziraphale's old cut velvet dressing gown. Pulls the sash out of the loops, and ties it firmly around Aziraphale's upper thighs with a half bow knot, easily untied.

Consider yourself imprisoned.

Crowley stands behind the angel, reaches out and caresses the backs of the angel's hands. Runs his hands up Aziraphale's arms and caresses his shoulders.

Let's do a slight variation.

The demon takes Aziraphale's hands, unfolds his arms and guides them so they're re-folded atop the angel's head. Aziraphale stiffens and gasps as Crowley leans close, abdomen pressed against the angel's back, and plants slow kisses along Aziraphale's shoulders and neck. Then leans outward a bit and, hands on the angel's flanks, kisses the angel all around his shoulder blades and down his back . . . Extends his tongue and licks upward along Aziraphale's spine. Leans forward and gives Aziraphale a sinuous lick behind an ear.

Aziraphale's eyes are closed and his breathing shallow.

Moving around to Aziraphale's front, Crowley gently strokes the angel's flanks and slowly and deliberately plants delicate kisses all over the angel's face. A loving tongue kiss to Aziraphale's partially opened lips.

Strokes Aziraphale's chest, running his fingers through the angel's fuzzy chest hair and caressing his nipples. Massages his pectorals . . . runs hands down Aziraphale's ribs . . . over the angel's belly, fingers softly circling and tickling his navel.

Crowley steps as close as he can and folds his arms around the angel in a tight embrace, feeling Aziraphale's cool skin against his hot body. Aziraphale shudders. The demon slowly sinks to his knees, hands stroking downward along the angel's flanks and around to clutch his backside. Rubs his face against the angel's groin and platinum blonde bush. Gives a tongue kiss to the angel's shaft.

Aziraphale moans. Crowley pulls the knot loose from the tight sash, and the angel's urgent erection rises promptly into the demon's already open mouth.

Aziraphale cries out as he releases into Divine Ecstasy and falls backward, levitating away from the floor and letting his limp arms hang alongside, fingertips brushing the carpet. He feels like a firehose gushing power into Crowley as Divine Ecstasy pulses through him.

Crowley continues to caress the angel's body and give oral attention to Aziraphale's shaft. How he loves the taste of Aziraphale's skin – chill, stony as a salty seaside pebble. His own erection is becoming unbearably intense, so he levitates himself a bit, extending his legs back and letting his penis spiral around Aziraphale's. Hugs the angel's cool and soothing body to himself, nuzzling Aziraphale's neck. Writhes his stomach against the angel's and rotates his hips. His feet twine together and his toes curl as he, too, surrenders. They float for hours in the tidal rip currents of Divine Ecstasy.


The two are lying on the giant pillows atop the carpet, Aziraphale in Crowley's arms as the demon languidly runs his fingers through the angel's wooly curls.

Feel better, Angel?

We should be glowing like lamps.

Just what happened when you transformed back out of that marble statue? Was it something you did?

I don't know. I just felt as if I were about to burst, your caresses were like energy flowing into me. Your hands are so firm and warm. But I couldn't move. The frustration was insane. It was terrifying. But I couldn't scream. And when I felt your kiss on my penis, the dam just broke. It was if I simultaneously shattered and melted. It hurt. A lot.

Was it like that this time?

No, thank Heaven. This time was wonderful.

Hm. Well, if I ever get turned to stone, you just get right to work and revive me with a massage and a blow job, all right?

Aziraphale laughs. Then shivers. He clutches Crowley as tightly as he can.

Hold me tight, Crowley.