Hey guys, still not over season 2, is anyone? Is that even an option?
Anyway, this fic was born because of Aziraphale telling Crowley that they both get a lot of use out of the bookshop and the Bentley. My mind immediately went; car sex, and here we are. This is also the first time I've written them having proper naked sex (about time I did that to be honest).
I have no idea why there is so much Titanic talk and references in this, but there is. I think it started cause I wanted to fog the windows of the Bentley, which reminded me of that scene in Titanic, and it escalated from there XD
I started writing this weeks ago, but you know how life is, so I only got to finish it the other day. And now I give it to you all. Hope you like this one, let me know if you do, much love xox

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Aziraphale sighed contentedly, wriggling back against Crowley's chest, legs stretched out on the red and white checker blanket, glass of wine in hand. Crowley had gone all out for their date that day; it had been a surprise picnic!

There was even a wicker basket containing delicious goodies like wine, chocolate coated strawberries, some perfectly aged cheeses, and a selection of those little cakes that Aziraphale loved from Nina's shop. Of course, the spread was all for Aziraphale, since Crowley rarely partook in consuming food, preferring to sip wine instead. Unless his angel held some tasty morsel up to his mouth, then he'd take the little treat without complaint, lips and forked tongue brushing Aziraphale's fingers, making him a little tingly and rosy cheeked.

The weather was perfect for a picnic too, whether they'd just gotten lucky, or it was a little miracle, Aziraphale didn't ask, he just enjoyed the blue sky with little white fluffs of cloud floating steadily by. Every so often Crowley would lazily twirl his finger, and like a clown making balloon animals, the clouds would take on amusing and adorable forms. Aziraphale found it incredibly endearing though.

Tiny birds flittered around, chirping at each other as they briefly landed in the great oak tree that the pair were cozied up under, then they were back up in the air and beating their feathered wings to carry them to wherever they were going next.

The demon had even managed to find them a field of wild flowers to picnic in, their pollen fragranced the air, attracting bees and butterflies. There had been no tediously long walk either as they'd been able to drive right up to the fence, the Bentley waited patiently for them there like the good car that it was.

What they didn't notice however, was the thick blanket of storm clouds approaching fast from behind them. Only when the first drop of rain fell through the oak leaves directly onto the angel's nose, did he look up, seeing bits of gloomy grey cloud appearing through the green, making the colour more vibrant against the darkened sky.

"Oh, gosh," Aziraphale pulled out of Crowley's arms and stood abruptly.

"Hm? What'sss wrong, Angel?" Crowley asked, jumping up next to the angel and rubbing his yellow eyes under his glasses as if he may have been starting to doze off.

"We best be going, Crowley, my dear, it's starting to rain," Aziraphale informed the demon, pointing up at the sky with his finger, then he finished the rest of the wine in his glass before sitting it back in the basket.

"Ugh, bollocks," Crowley frowned, and oh how Aziraphale hated to see his demon look so disheartened.

"It's alright, my darling, the day isn't ruined," Aziraphale quickly assured him, taking Crowley's hand in his own and stroking it soothingly. "In fact I'm having a most splendid time with you, and that's the point isn't it? For us to spend quality time, alone together. It doesn't matter where we are or what we do, just that it is you and I, hm?"

Crowley blinked at him, and then used the angel's hands to pull him into a kiss as the raindrops really began to pitter-patter through the oak leaves. Aziraphale thought it was a rather dreamy moment, especially when his demon wrapped an arm around his waist and tipped him back a little. Plus he knew how romantic Crowley found being caught out in the rain, he would almost be inclined to think that the demon had made the weather change himself, but that didn't seem to be the case that day.

"You're absolutely right, Angel," Crowley confirmed, pulling him back up straight, a buoyant smile blooming on his face once more, "but we'd better get back to the car before it gets any heavier."

"Yes, of course, you're correct," Aziraphale nodded, stepping off of the blanket to allow them to pack up.

Crowley snapped his fingers and the entire spread was gone, presumably packed up neatly in the Bentley's boot.

"Come along, Angel," Crowley held out his arm, and Aziraphale took it gleefully.

Though they soon had to put a little oomph into their steps as the sky darkened further and rain began to pour down upon them, the thuds of so many heavy drops hitting the ground drowning out any other sounds.

They split just before the Bentley, each going to their own side of the car; Crowley on the driver's, and Aziraphale on the passenger's. The doors snapped shut behind them, and they sat panting lightly, the car was somewhat quieter than outside, even with the drops colliding with the Bentley's sleek exterior.

After a moment Crowley took off his rain streaked glasses, chucking them on their usual spot, and turned to Aziraphale, "I'm sorry your clothes got wet, Angel, I know how you like to keep them pristine," Crowley apologised, yellow eyes very obviously raking over Aziraphale's rain drenched body.

The angel suppressed a shiver at the heat in his partner's gaze, "Not a bother, dear boy, I'll simply…remove them," Aziraphale swished his hand and suddenly he was in the generous backseat of the Bentley, stark naked, one leg drawn modestly over the other, hiding the goods, or rather, enticing his demon to join him.

"Aziraphale," Crowley hissed scandalously, but the wicked grin tugging at his lips as he twisted around in the driver's seat told the angel that he approved of the view, and what it suggested, greatly.

"Won't you join me, darling?" Aziraphale asked, holding out his hand, and gazing at Crowley through his lashes, a slight pout on his lips that he knew the demon could hardly resist.

Crowley clicked his fingers, disappearing from his seat, and reappearing next to Aziraphale, and just as bare as him too, "Have you been reading 'Titanic' again?" he asked, swinging a lean leg over Aziraphale's pale thighs, and pressing kisses to his shoulder.

"What-what would give you that impression?" Aziraphale inquired, voice going higher as Crowley's tongue trailed up his neck. There was something about the forked organ that was sinfully divine on his sensitive skin every single time.

"Whenever you read it, it puts you in the mood for car sex," Crowley told him, before nibbling on his earlobe, "should I steam up the windows?" he whispered into the angel's ear.

The idea made Aziraphale warm, in his heart and his groin, "How do you know what happens in 'Titanic'?" he asked instead.

"Because I was on the ship," Crowley lied, still paying attention to the angel's ear and neck.

"No you weren't…" Aziraphale knew for a fact that he wasn't on the ship, then he gasped, "You watched the movie! Didn't you?"

"Nggkkk," Crowley squirmed as he pulled away to lean back against the seat, "alright, alright, I watched the bloody movie."

"Did you like it?" Aziraphale queried, eyes bright as he followed Crowley, leaning into him.

Crowley shrugged nonchalantly, glancing away, "Was a'right, I suppose."

Aziraphale uncrossed his legs and slipped across into Crowley's lap, knees settling on either side of his thighs. Tapping a finger under his chin, he brought buttercup yellow eyes back to look at him.

"I'm happy you liked it, darling," Aziraphale said softly before pressing a gentle kiss to his demon's lips. Crowley could be so touchy about these things sometimes, as if he thought it ruined his reputation, when it only made Aziraphale impossibly more attracted to him.

"I thought you wanted to have car sex, not talk about the bloody Titanic…" Crowley grumbled, but he wasn't truly annoyed, his voice was too temperate for that.

"I must say, you brought it up," Aziraphale chuckled lightly. He wiggled in closer, fingers gliding through a thin smattering of auburn chest hair, "but, I do, very much want you to make love to me right now, here in our car," he admitted, kissing Crowley's smooth jaw.

"Mmm, if I didn't know better I'd think that you were trying to tempt me, Angel."

"Me? Tempt? No, never…seduce you, however…" Aziraphale replied with a cheeky little smile.

"Ahh, I see…well, I'd say it's working then," Crowley conceded, hands sliding down the angel's body to his round bottom and pulling him in closer until their interests met.

Their lips found each other at the same time, swallowing the little gasp that would have otherwise been audible. While they kissed, Aziraphale subtly flicked his hand, making the windows fog up.

"What was that?" Crowley pulled his head away, glancing around, "Did you do this?" he accused pointing to the fogged up glass.

"It adds atmosphere, Crowley," Aziraphale told him, hoping the demon would allow it.

Crowley shook his head briefly, "You could've just said yes when I offered to do it earlier."

"Oh, I wasn't sure you were being serious."

"I know how much you like recreating scenes from your books, you naughty angel, I wouldn't have said it otherwise," Crowley explained, slitted pupils making Aziraphale feel a little like prey, and oh how he wanted Crowley to devour him.

"One could say that you like it too, dear, especially after-"

"Yes, yes, I never said that I didn't, but they're still your fantasises," Crowley hurried to explain, "and I'd very much like to finish playing out this one with you, so less talking and more kissing."

"Once again, you're the one who…mmm," Aziraphale didn't bother trying to finish his sentence as Crowley claimed his mouth again, he just melted against Crowley's naked body, letting his skin rub against the demon's.

Aziraphale had never really been interested in how different textures felt on different parts of his skin until he and Crowley had begun their more intimate relationship. Now the angel could hardly get enough of his demon touching his bare skin. A lick of wet tongue to his navel, a whisper of perfectly manicured fingers up trembling thighs, a tickle of soft chest hair against his tummy, a drag of kiss swollen lips over his ribs, were all examples of things Aziraphale had never considered before. They were also all things that he had now experienced – and loved - due to Crowley's dedication to learning and pleasing Aziraphale very, very well.

Of course the delicious friction of hot, erect flesh against each other was in a league of it's own. And just because Aziraphale hadn't thought that sensations could get any better than that, Crowley had gone and shown him what else he could do with his cock - that could've been carved by Michelangelo himself -…but well, they were getting to that, Aziraphale was getting ahead of himself.

"What're you thinking about, Angel?" Crowley asked between the kisses he was peppering Aziraphale's collarbone with.

Aziraphale's eyes remained closed, absorbing every touch, letting the feeling remain on his skin, causing goosebumps to raise the pale hair across his body. He hummed, not really registering the question at first, only realising what had been said once Crowley's lips were gone from his chest.

"I was recalling all of the wonderful, intimate things we've done together, specifically when you introduced me to them…and when we made love the first time," he answered airily.

"You're such a romantic, Angel."

Aziraphale opened his eyes then, gaze falling on his demon's naked form, "Says you, I believe that if you look back, you will find that it is you who is the romantic one, my dear,"

"Me? Pffft…" Aziraphale raised an eyebrow as Crowley tried to protest, "Yeah, well…I'm not the one glowing right now," the demon retorted, knowing he was indeed quite the romantic serpent, but never one to admit it.

Oh. Aziraphale was indeed giving off a faint golden glow. It seemed to happen quite a bit around Crowley these days, luckily humans tended not to notice too much. Though Maggie had been pointing it out on and off for years.

"And if your feelings of love manifested physically I have no doubt that you'd be glowing too, my dear."

"Oh, they're manifesting physically, Angel, just not as an angelic glow, but more…" Crowley rolled his hips, bringing attention to his stiff cock as it rubbed against Aziraphale's.

The angel let out a small gasp, "Perhaps you should get to the part where you fill me with your love then."

"So eager, sweetheart," Crowley smirked as he leaned in to capture Aziraphale's lips in a distracting kiss.

The air shifted ever so slightly, as it did when a minor miracle was preformed, and then he felt a wet finger between his cheeks, rubbing leisurely at his tight hole. The demon was still taking too long though, so Aziraphale took it upon himself to push back onto Crowley's finger, taking the whole thing inside at once. And proving Crowley right, but what was so wrong about desiring to feel the object of his affections inside him yesterday more so than tomorrow. Surely the demon could tell just how badly he wanted him.

His favourite coloured eyes flew open, watching closely as the finger in his behind moved, testing at first, and then with fervour. By the time Crowley added a second finger, Aziraphale had drawn in his own lower lip and was chewing on it, darkening the pink to a blood red, and muffling his pleased huffs. When the demon was using three fingers as if it were his cock ploughing into his angel's plush ass, Aziraphale was positively crying out for Crowley to be inside him, his own interest leaking over the demon's where they rubbed against each other, and his glow certainly hadn't faded any.

"Oh, darling, I need you, please."

Quick as a flash, Crowley pulled his fingers away, shifting a little under the angel to make the proceedings easier. Another shimmer of a small miracle filled the air of the Bentley, and then the perfect, slick head of Crowley's cock was pushing at his stretched hole.

Aziraphale was even more impatient than he had been so far that day, and with good reason he thought. Having been teased with such thrilling pleasures already, he was more than ready for the main event, and oh, how he adored watching his demon's face during their love making, especially when Aziraphale did something that was unexpected, and made Crowley feel exceptionally good.

"Are-ooohh, fuck," Crowley squeezed out between clenched teeth, fingertips definitely bruising Aziraphale's hips that time.

Good.

The sensation of allowing gravity to bottom him out on the hot, stiff cock underneath him filled Aziraphale with a feeling of, well, fullness, also intense pleasure, but there was a sense of completion too, and unquestionable love, as if this was what She had intended for Aziraphale and Crowley all along. And perhaps it was, who was he to question God's plan? Especially when this was what he was allowed.

After a moment of basking in all of his feelings, and watching Crowley suck in air, lips a touch wet, and parted, yellow eyes bright and focused, muscles tensed, ready to move on Aziraphale's signal, the angel sought out to kiss those lips. A hand slipped into the back of Crowley's short, auburn hair, the other grasped his smooth cheek, and Aziraphale's body followed, sliding him back up the demon's cock as he immediately slipped his tongue between thin lips and curled it around the forked one he met inside.

"Mmm," Crowley hummed into the kiss, and then louder, more elated, "Mmmnnn," as Aziraphale begun to rock against him, easily taking Crowley in and out of his body, and rubbing his own hard on against the firm plains of his lover's stomach.

"Oh, Crowley," Aziraphale moaned between heated kisses, giving himself over to the moment and the sensations. The demon had already joined Aziraphale in moving his hips up into the soft body above him, but Aziraphale knew how to motivate his dearest further, "You're perfect, so perfect for me."

He flung his hand out to the steamed up window as he choked a little at the particularly powerful thrust Crowley gave, and came close to hitting his head on the roof. That was more like it.

"Yes! Ah, yes, just like that, darling," Aziraphale cried, letting each snap of narrow hips bounce him, feeling as though he was entered a little deeper every time.

"Fuck, Angel," Crowley moaned, eyes flicking down to Aziraphale's girthy length that was dribbling precome onto his stomach, catching in the light sprinkle of hair there.

Oh, the way cusses rolled off of Crowley's tongue, it had always caused particular reactions in him, even before he'd ever dared admit his feelings about a certain demon to himself.

"D-don't stop, please, don't-ah, ah…" he wanted, needed, more though, and a moment after considering using just a tiny miracle to move his prostate a few millimetres, Crowley's fingertips dug into the flesh of his ass cheeks, spreading him impossibly further, and changing the angle just enough that Crowley hit that little bundle of nerves dead on, and then again, and a third time.

Stars shot past Aziraphale's eyes – he'd swear that was Crowley's nebula – and sounds left his mouth, loud, pleased noises that he hardly registered as his own, too lost in space. He only came back to Earth once his lover stopped hitting that spot repeatedly.

"Oh my, oh gosh, I'm…Crowley, I'm going to come like this," Aziraphale panted, feeling wrecked, on the precipice of falling into bliss.

Crowley's hips stuttered, and he made a noise in his throat that told the angel that he was very much into the idea of making Aziraphale come untouched. The notion was only further confirmed when he doubled his efforts, shifting them to get the angle right again.

"There!" Aziraphale shouted, feeling the jolt of heightened pleasure run to the tips of his fingers and ends of his toes. His brain must have short circuited on the next thrust, leading to a blinding orgasm that shot wave after wave through his body as he decorated Crowley's chest with his come, mouth open in a soundless cry.

Feelings of euphoria overcame Aziraphale, and his hand slid down the window, leaving a clear section in the fogged up glass. Instead he brought his arms up to wrap around Crowley's neck as the demon held him tightly, one arm up his back and the other around his waist, rocking desperately into him, until…

"Ah-Aziraphale!" he choked out around the pleasured shock of his orgasm, and eventually slowed to a stop, body limp against the cushioned seat.

They stayed like that for a long while that could have been minutes or centuries, but like all great things, it eventually came to an end when Aziraphale pecked Crowley on the lips, and finally slid out of his lap onto the seat next to him, stretching out his legs. He never stopped looking at, or touching the demon though, eyes open, and hand gently caressing his thigh as he got his breathing back under control, maybe using a little miracle to clean them up.

"You're absolutely gorgeous, you know," Aziraphale could stare at Crowley post orgasm for hours, when he was at his most relaxed while conscious, muscles loose, blissed out smile stretching across his handsome face. He was unguarded, splayed out, beautiful…and all Aziraphale's.

Hooded yellow eyes shifted lazily to look at him, "M'yeah? Gonna draw me like one of your French demons?" he teasingly drawled, turning a little on his side.

"Crowley!" Aziraphale's voice was low but fond, "…that would imply that I kept company with French demons…" he sniffed.

"Which you don't," he paused, "…you don't, right?"

"Oh, don't be silly, dear heart, you're the only demon, or being for that matter, for me."

"Good, good," Crowley nodded, though it seemed more to himself.

"I may have sketched you before though," Aziraphale admitted quietly, suddenly finding his smudged handprint on the window very interesting to look at.

"What?" Crowley sat up straighter, "You've sketched me? When?"

"Yes, um, well…" Aziraphale felt heat rise in his cheeks, "whenever something to do with you takes my fancy…so, um, a lot."

"How long have you been doing that?" the hint of a smirk ticking up the corner of his lips.

"Oh, um, just…a couple of millennia," he confessed so low in his throat that it almost sounded like a cough.

Crowley's snake eyes went wide, "And I'm only just finding out now?!" Aziraphale opened his mouth but Crowley asked another question before he could get anything out, "Can I see them?"

Hands fidgeting with each other, Aziraphale was beginning to regret giving away this little secret, "I…I don't-"

"Please, Angel…I just want to see myself like you do…"

And that was what made Aziraphale agree, it was so very vulnerable and honest of Crowley to admit, there was no way he could turn his demon down after that, especially not with such an earnest expression on his beautiful face.

"Alright, alright, I'll show you when we get back to the bookshop."

Crowley snapped his fingers and they were dressed – clothes miraculously dry - another and he was back in the driver's seat, starting the Bentley's engine, "What're we waiting for then…"