Chapter VII

"You know... I think I've just heard a sound.." The angel's reddish face almost shone in the barely lit room.

"My, my, isn't it hot in here or is it just me?" Crowley began loosening his tie.

"I really think there was a sound in the door." Aziraphale hadn't noticed Crowley's beggining of a striptease.

"Hmn... this is getting nicer... but it's still too damn hot!"

"Now, maybe we should sober up, don't you think Crow-WOW-" What the angel saw, made him stop talking as his breathing accelerated. "Crowley! What are you doing?" Aziraphale couldn't take his eyes off the view .. Crowley's butt and his well toned back.

Now that the shirt was off, Crowley felt free, but as he turned, he discovered he was alone... his partner wasn't joining the nudity game.

Well, not for long... With a stride, Crowley crossed the distance that separated them and without talking removed Aziraphale's coat, unbuttoned his shirt and removed it... both faces were scarlet red with their noses almost touching.

He think's I'm drunk... it's my chance... if anything comes wrong... I can always blame it on alcohol... after all, six milennia could at least get me to the bed with him... it's so hard being lustful with an angel... still, this isn't all about sex... but that's one of the best parts... my plan is flawless.With this in mind, Crowley grinned inwardly and cupped Aziraphale's head between his hands.

Oh my... is this true?... It's my chance... after all, if things come out badly... I can blame him... he's a demon... of course he is to blame... Aziraphale took a quick peek to Crowley's abs... one sexy demon, I must say, and after knowing him for six milennia, well... it's just what it ought to be. Aziraphale covered the 5 missing for their lips to lock into a long, breath-taking, passionate kiss.

Oh my God! I'm finally kissing him!

Geez, he's a hell of a kisser... but even then,... I'm tempted to touch.

They began moving until Aziraphale was against the table, without even looking, they tossed the empty glasses away and Aziraphale was sitted with Crowley between his legs.

Jesus! He's touching me! And what a touch... at least his claws aren't out.

Damn good! This is so damn good...

Aziraphale rubbed Crowleys shoulders and his arms as the demon kissed him on the neck, teasing his earlobe.

I don't want this to end. Let it last forever. Aziraphale's temperature was rising.

I don't want this to end. Let if last forever. Crowley's blood began pumping harder.

As they were both busy, they didn't noticed as the steps got closer to the door... the soft knocking... the mechanism turning... but they heard...

"Oh my God!" Anathema couldn't blink... she had thought of it... but never intended to actually see it.

"See! They aren't in danger! They are just... having... sex..." Newton stared at them for 10 seconds until the thought finally dawned on him..."They are HAVING SEX!"

Without another word, the visitors closed the door and waited beside the counter in the entrance of the shop.

"Oh fuck..." Was the only thing they could both say. Immediately they both sobered up and without a word, got back in their clothes.

In less than a minute, they were both out of the room, looking impecable, no trace of alcohol or the beginnings of sex in them.

"My dear children... how can we help you? Is there anything wrong?" Aziraphale had an innocent yet expressless smile on his face.

Newton was about to ask about their relationship but Anathema sensed it would be no good, since by the look on the angel and the demon's faces, not even they knew what was going on, so she stopped her husband and instead said:

"Well, you remember the book of prophecies my great-great-great-great-great... Agnes Nutter left me-" She was abruptly interrupted by Crowley, who was even wearing his sunglasses already.

"Oh, the one you promised not to open? That one?" He sounded pissed... but not even he knew why... he didn't care about the book... whatever was meant to happen, would happen... it was all ineffable... then why was he pissed? Not because they interrupted him and his angel... right?

"Yeah, so we opened it just por a quick peek... but nothing good came out of it..." Anathema felt back in school, being punished by her teachers she began getting cocky but ended speaking with her gaze down.

"Well, dear, what did you find out that has you both so concerned?" Aziraphale's face hadn't change.

"Nothing good, I'm afraid... but we are short on time... we'll tell you on the road."

"Excuse me? On the road? What's that supposed to mean?" Crowley's tone hadn't change either.

"That it's an emergency because it seems they both want us, everyone that you may say 'interrupted' the appocalypse, out of their way if you know what I mean. They want for the next time to be flawless." Newton had just talked like an expert, like a whole Hollywood hero, his gaze steady, his head held high, his hand on his sides, and standing straight to make his point clearer.

Neither Aziraphale nor Crowley had any doubt, Anathema's stare and Newton's speech where enough to convince them.

Newton and Anathema got into their new Mini Cooper and sped straight to Lower Tadfield.

Crowley stood beside his driver door staring at Aziraphale, who stood beside the passenger door... neither of them spoke a single word. They both climbed the black Bentley and sped up.