Two Months Prior

"So, what can I do?" Crowley had the mindset, he was definitely ready, however, it was his lack of confidence that was his enemy. He needed references. "He, ngk, wants gentle and ro-" he groaned, "-mantic!" The demon picked out a book from Cassi's side of their library. "Kingdom of the Cursed? Sounds like me. I'm cursed, definitely cursed." He began to look through the pages although it did not take him long to shake his head disapprovingly and shut the book with a big thud. "A Court of Wings and Ruin? I have wings and I was ruined." He muttered to himself and skimmed through the heavy book, raising a questionable eyebrow.

"Oh," Aziraphale walked in, "decided to join our book club?"

Crowley immediately closed the book, "Huh? N-no…I was just looking for um…you look nice today."

"Oh, do I? Thank you." Aziraphale smiled and scanned the bookcase for something light to read. "And you look dashing as always." He eyed the book in Crowley's hands. "You'd love that. Rhys reminds me of you." He winked.

There was a comfortable silence between them as Aziraphale opened a book and presumably read the first page and placed it back on the shelf, which he continued doing so for a couple of minutes. Meanwhile, Crowley had opened the book in his hand and pretended to read, though his eyes were on the angel. "So," he sniffed, closed the book in hand, and shelved it, "listen I was wondering."

"Yes?"

Crowley wanted to ask what Aziraphale considered romantic. He wanted to ask if he had ever been romantic in the years of knowing each, in which case, how could he replicate it. He wanted to desperately ask if it was at all romantic to be spontaneous and just go for it right there in the library. He wanted to ask if he was acting like a typical horny teenager. Instead, "May I kiss you?"

Aziraphale's expression softened as he placed the book down and he glided towards Crowley. He tiptoed and met his lover's lips with a tender kiss. "You don't need to ask."

"Angel?" Crowley whispered. Aziraphale said nothing but stroke Crowley's cheek. Crowley licked his lips as he wondered how he managed to have such a blessing in front of him. The day he sauntered down from heaven, was the day he knew he was undeserving of anything good. He had made mistakes, even though the mistakes were simple questions. Was god toying with him now? Was she still punishing him? Surely, she placed Aziraphale in front of him only to yank him back as if he never existed. Crowley's fingers traced Aziraphale's features as he convinced himself the angel was real and if he was bound to disappear any moment, he should make every second count. "Do…would you like to go on a date with me? Tomorrow?"

Aziraphale grabbed Crowley's hand and kissed his palm. "Nothing would make me happy." Crowley placed his hands on either side of the angel's face. He pulled him towards him and captured his lips with his. "Oh, but Crowley," the angel spoke softly, "what about Cassi? We can't leave her alone."

"She's alone right now."

"You know what I mean."

"I'll take care of it. I swear we should have had some time together alone before we had a child." Crowley teased.

"Child came first, mind you." The demon grinned at the angel's statement. "What?"

Crowley leaned down for another kiss. "Nothing, it's just," he chuckled, "child out of wedlock and living in sin, angel?"

"Yes, well, who's to blame?"

"The demon I gather?" Aziraphale pouted, knowing its full effect on the demon. "Fine, I'll take responsibility for your sins."

A victorious smile came across Aziraphale while his fingers played with Crowley's long hair, which was as long as how he had it in 1601. "You are starting to look like those men from the 80's. The ones in those rock and roll bands."

"You don't like it?"

"No, no, I didn't say that. It's merely an observation." He patted the demon's chest and pulled away. Aziraphale looked through the books one last time before deciding on one. "My favorite was back in hmmm, 2012? He said as he opened the door, "Especially when you gathered it up in a bun." The angel winked, leaving a blushing Crowley with his thoughts.

"What are we doing again?" Cassi asked as she exited the Bentley.

"You, my darling, lovely miracle, apple of my eye, the only other person I don't dislike, will be helping me plan a romantic evening. Like in your novels. Not the pornographic ones, although…"

Cassi rolled her eyes as she followed Crowley into a shop. "I told you it's not like that."

Crowley huffed, unwilling to truly believe her. "Right!" He gathered a basket near the entrance. "Romance. We need to buy romance. Erm, candles are romantic. Oh, no, wait. Your papa doesn't do well with candles. Bit of a trigger for him."

"Do you even know what a date is exactly?"

"Um, of course." Crowley cocked his head and clicked his tongue. "Eh, more or less. People hold hands during dates, saw it in a movie once."

Cassi shook her head. "Yes, dad, exactly hold hands." she said sarcastically. "What are you ten? You need to woo him."

"Hello? I have, that's why you are here talking to me right now."

"Um, no. I'm here because two ineffable idiots got drunk, did not communicate properly, accidentally miracled me, and decided never to talk about the snogging session. You two could have been together since then but nope."

"Alright." He walked past her when he eyed a fancy soap display. "You don't have to be rude."

After a while, Crowley ended up with a whole bunch of items, some useful and some not so much. The not so much items were picked up when Cassi kept leaving him alone within the store. "A snake plush? Will he enjoy that?"

Crowley inspected his findings one last time before he slammed the truck shut. "Of course he will."

"But it's like thirteen feet long."

"Your point?" Crowley grumbled as Cassi rolled her eyes and entered the passenger side. "Uh, listen, Cassi, hmm, well there's no better way to say this but I need you to not to be at home tomorrow."

The miracle raised her brow. "Why? You two will be going on a date, I'll be in my room."

"Erm, yes, um…about that." He cleared his throat. 'You may borrow the car and drive to town. However, there are conditions. Don't stray far and be back by a certain time." Crowley pondered a thought. "On second thought, take your time coming back."

Cassi turned her head to face the demon as he drove. She noticed a slight pigment on the demon's cheek, and it did not take a genius to put two and two together. "Ugh, no, dad, gross! Is that what this is about? You and pa- no…ugh…please."

"What?" He tried to sound unaware of the implications.

"Ugh, that's why you were reading my books. Papa said he caught you in the library reading that book. You're trying to get into his pants, aren't you? You are, aren't you? Ugh. Just…no."

Crowley made a choking noise before he tried to sound cool and calm. "For your information, young lady, Aziraphale and I have not been out, just the two of us, for quite some time. Since you decided to grace us with your presence. We need us time. Him and I." Cassi stuck her tongue out. "I feel as if we need this."

"Ugh, fine but you owe me."

"I gave you life, I think we're even."

Cassi grinned as she nudged her dad. Meanwhile the rest of the car ride was colorful as Cassi googled things Crowley could do to guarantee a successful night. Although, most of it made Crowley state how it all sounded corny and in no way was he to ruin his image.

"You want me to sleep?"

Crowley sat Aziraphale at the edge of the bed. "Yes, please, the whole night. I'll wake you up in the morning."

Aziraphale he looked up at his lover's desperate eyes. "Alright. Who knows, maybe I'll dream of something pleasant."

Crowley smiled and kissed his angel. "Thank you."

The angel had to sleep in order for Crowley's plans to go as smoothly as possible. There was no room for hiccups and if he was being honest, this had nothing to do with what Cassi had called it, getting into the angel's pants. It has been a minute since they wined and dined together. Aziraphale was gone for seven depressing months and, as soon as he came back, they had discovered they had a child, moved in together, and adjusted to domestic life, all in less than a week. Yes, they had been seeing each other daily, waking up to his Aziraphale's angelic face was one of Crowley's highlights of the day, however it was definitely not the same as their once upon a time lunches and dinners. The South Downs had no Ritz, but it didn't mean they couldn't have an experience at home. Although Crowley was new to this "boyfriend/lifelong partner" thing, he was determined to be the best one.

The next morning, Crowley had reluctantly watched as his beloved car was driven away. "One scratched, Cassiopeia, and you're…you're…grounded." He had warned. "No distractions, no driving too fast or your papa will go mental, no, um, technology while driving, no talking to strangers and call me when you get to Wales." He closed the door for her and could not help but chuckle as she put on one of his glasses. "Please," he said with a gentle tone, "be careful." With that said, Crowley crossed his arms and did not move until he could no longer see or feel his daughter close by. He exhaled and went inside to commence the day.

It wasn't long before Aziraphale woke up to some delicate kisses on his cheek. "Angel." He could hear his demon's voice whisper in his ear, along with more kisses and a playful nibble on his ear lobe. "Angel."

The angel's eyes slowly opened to a silked pajama clad Crowley. "Good morning, my dearest." He yawned as he sat up. "What time is it?"

"G' morning, my angel." Crowley sat on the side of the bed. "Eleven past eight. I made breakfast. I thought we could eat in bed, in our pajamas while we continue watching The Great British Bake off. I brought the TV from downstairs."

"Oh?" Aziraphale beamed. "Sounds like a lovely idea." Crowley grinned and stood to get the tray he had placed on the side table. "Is Cassi…?"

"Um, no, she left this morning. Gone to Wales to do some upkeep on her parents' grave."

"Are you sure she'll be alright? Is she driving okay? Did you tell her to take her jumper, it'll be chilly, I'm sure of it."

Crowley placed the tray on the bed and circled around and got into the bed himself. "Yes she will, yes she is and she's a celestial being, angel, she doesn't get cold." Aziraphale gave him a stern look. "Ngk, when she calls, I'll command she keep as warm as the sun."

"Good." Aziraphale's mouth practically watered as he eyed the buttery crumpets, poached eggs, some fruit and a cup of tea. "This looks scrumptious." It was a semi light breakfast, but he knew he would enjoy anything made by Crowley.

They ate peacefully and watched some bloke try to peel an onion with a vegetable peeler. Afterwards, Crowley miracled the used dishes into their kitchen sink and was ready to start the day, however, Aziraphale suggested they stay in bed a bit longer and laze the morning away. The angle then laid back down on his back as Crowley perched himself onto his elbow. "You didn't have to cut it." The angel commented as he touched the red tips.

"Em, no trouble at all. You said you liked it better this way." Crowley smiled down.

"Ah, if it was that easy to change your mind, I should have said something back in 1793." Aziraphale blushed.

"What was wrong with my hair then?"

"Um, nothing. Nothing at all."

Crowley chuckled. "You don't lie very well, at least not to me. Now that you brought that up, I have to say, you looked absolutely adorable locked up in the Bastille. Sitting there waiting for me to rescue you."

The angel shook his head. "I was not waiting for you. It was a mere coincidence that you showed up. I could have easily freed myself."

"Really?" Crowley raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, really. Why, the implication!"

"Op, I apologize. I thought you simply wanted to see me." The angel's blush betrayed him. "Oh? That was it, was it?" Aziraphale had no words and turned to his side, giving his back to Crowley. "Ah, no," Crowley's tone was playful, "angel, it's alright. I also tried to see you as much as possible. Do you think I simply wanted to show you the statue of Gabriel back in 1827? No. I missed you. The statue was an excuse."

Aziraphale turned back around. "You could have just asked me out for a drink or something."

"No, I could not." Crowley softened his expression and ran his fingers through Aziraphale's hair. "But now I am grateful I don't have to come up with a stupid excuse just to see you. To be near you." He leaned his head down closer, and he began to whisper. "To touch you." He was inches away as his breath mixed with Aziraphale's. "To kiss you." His yellow eyes saw nothing but the angel's slightly opened mouth. "To…love you."

Aziraphale felt as if his human heart was going to rapture out of his chest. It was all his ears could hear and blushed some more as he wondered if Crowley could hear it too. He partly darted out his tongue and licked his suddenly dry lips. "Ar- are you going to kiss me now?"

"Do you want me to?" Crowley said almost inaudibly. Aziraphale laid still, his breath becoming erratic with anticipation. "Do you, Aziraphale?"

It was the angel who took the initiative and launched his head up, closing the gap between them. Since that moment back in 1941, Crowley had become that one temptation Aziraphale had to force himself to reject. The first moment he tasted the demon was the first time he felt a hunger he knew would never be satisfied, no matter how many times he went back for seconds. It was heart wrenching once he realized what was occurring and knew it had to stop. Aziraphale had pushed Crowley off him, making him hit the floor with a loud thud. Afterwards, the angel apologized profusely and escorted the demon out of the bookshop, locking the door behind him. He stood there by the door waiting for Crowley to

leave. It took almost twenty minutes for the demon to remove himself from the shop's stoop and within those minutes, Aziraphale could still feel Crowley's phantom lips upon his.

Concurrently, Aziraphale pushed Crowley onto his back and followed suit, deepening their kiss. It was different now. Now he could go back for seconds, thirds, fourths and so on without worrying about repercussions. No more worrying about what heaven might do and what hell might do to Crowley if they found out they had been more than acquaintances. However, even if they had something to say, even now, Aziraphale could not care less. He was finally with the love of his existence and heaven and hell would have to destroy them both before forcing them apart. "I love you." The angel whispered breathlessly as he broke the kiss.

Crowley caressed the angel's cheek. "Not as much as I do you."

"I loved you first."

Crowley smirked and sat up, making Aziraphale sit between his legs. "I fell harder."

"Several hundred feet, I believe." Aziraphale teased and placed a kiss on Crowley's chin.

"Oh, you got jokes?"

Aziraphale giggled and then fell silent. "I'm a bit nervous."

"Nervous?"

"Because it,' he gulped, "it's going to happen and what if…I- I don't know."

It took a second for Crowley's mind to process Aziraphale's words. "Aziraphale, listen, just being near, knowing you are mine is what contents me. The physical parts, your kisses, and your touches, are an added bonus."

"Do I…do I take off my clothes first or how…do we…?

"Um, I did not research that part, I'm afraid." Crowley laughed nervously. "I mean we have removed items of clothing before in the heat of the moment." Crowley could suddenly feel the weight of what they were about to do. "Fuck. Now I'm overthinking." He laid back down, arm over his eyes. It wasn't long until he felt Aziraphale's weight on him again, only this time, he felt soft hands slowly unbuttoning his pajamas. Crowley refused to move his arm from his eyes and blushed as he felt the cold air hit his skin. "Stop staring at me."

"How do you even know I'm doing so?" Aziraphale chuckled.

"I can feel your eyes on me."

"I've seen you like this before. No need to be shy."

"You're only saying that because you're not the one being accosted by a pair of pretty eyes."

Aziraphale kissed Crowley's chin and moved his hand down the demon's chest. "Crowley."

"Hmm?"

"Please look at me."

"I can't. I might discorporate."

"Like you said, we've done some of this before. What's the difference now?"

"Now it's real." Crowley whispered. "It feels different."

Aziraphale removed Crowley's arm from his eyes and placed it on his angelic chest. Crowley breathed out through his nose before opening his eyes. "Different, yes but it's still me…still you…still us."

"Are you still nervous?"

"Dreadfully so."

"You don't look it."

"Because I'm trying to be brave for us, my dearest." Aziraphale gently cupped Crowley's cheek. "I'm going to kiss you again, please don't discorporate. I am not cut out to be a single parent."

Crowley sat up once more and wrapped his arms around the angel's waist, pulling him closer. As promised, Aziraphale kissed Crowley and while doing so, Crowley began to unbutton the angel's top as well. The demon then pushed the tartan pajamas off the angel's body, leaving his top half exposed. Aziraphale could feel Crowley's hand trace his wobbly bits, making him shiver slightly. As Crowley's hands were busy, his mouth was too, or rather his tongue. He and Aziraphale tongues were fighting for dominance as if it was a battle between heaven and hell. Aziraphale played dirty when he bit Crowley's lip, making the demon moan, and so, Aziraphale took the opportunity to plunge his tongue further into the demon's mouth.

Crowley could feel his bottoms become tented the more his hands roamed the angel's body. It wasn't long before Aziraphale had successfully discarded Crowley's pajamas as well and had pushed him down onto the bed. Soon, the angel grunted when he felt Crowley thrust upwards, their cocks touching each other through the material. Aziraphale broke their passionate kiss, leaving a panting Crowley somewhat dazed, and began his downward descent onto Crowley's body.

"Angel." Crowley moaned when he felt Aziraphale's wet mouth on his nipple. The angel sucked hard on the peak while his hand played with the other. "Fuck." Crowley voiced feeling Aziraphale bite down. "Holy shit." He gasped as he felt Aziraphale's hand snake inside his pants and gently grip his cock. Never had he imagined Aziraphale to be so bold and yet there he was, asking no permission, not that he needed it, stroking the demon's cock as if he owned it.

"Language, my love." Aziraphale smirked.

Crowley grunted when Aziraphale gripped harder and began at a pleasant speed. "You-you've done this before. I know…you have." He thrashed his head back, moaning as the sensation downwards took over.

"Technically, yes." Aziraphale smiled innocently before kissing the demon once more. "But on myself while thinking of you."

Crowley broke the kiss and looked up at his lover. "You what?" He gasped.

"I've done this," he gave the demon's cock a long stroke, "before on myself." Crowley moaned and moved his hand down to meet with his angel's however, it was to no avail as Aziraphale's pinned Crowley's hand above his head. "Lots of times really, over the years." His hand moved faster, and he could feel precum start to form. "Recently," he got closer to Crowley's ear, "just two days ago while you slept. It drives me mad how adorable you look as you sleep."

"Angel, please…I'm…"

Aziraphale stopped and gave Crowley a stern look. "You silly little demon. I didn't say you could finish." He whispered. Crowley was taken aback by Aziraphale's attitude, but he would be lying if he said he didn't find it erotic. "There's a benefit to reading, you know." Aziraphale knelt and took in a flush Crowley splayed out on the bed. His red locks had become a tangled mess, his lips were bruised, his nipples red and his pants had a small wet stain on them. "Now, sit up, my love, pull down your pants, open your legs for me, and I'll show you what I read in a book."

Crowley easily obeyed, a blush creeping on him when he was finally and truly exposed. His cock stood at attention, and he shuddered when he felt Aziraphale eye him from head to toe. "I do love you Crowley, you know that, right?"

It wasn't at all like Crowley to be at a loss for words. Stuttering was technically words but there he was, unable to make a sound and so he replied with a nod. Aziraphale took him in one last time before he dove himself down for a delicious meal. Crowley's head spun when he felt Aziraphale's mouth on him, making him spread his legs further apart while his hands gripped the angle's soft locks. The demon's skin was as red as his hair and he began to writhe while Aziraphale's head bobbed up and down. "Angel!" He loudly stated when he felt Aziraphale's finger slowly intrude on his entrance.

"What is it, my love?" Aziraphale asked innocently. For his part, Crowley moaned again when he felt another intrusive finger.

"Aziraphale." He groaned and laid his head back as the fingers curved inside him.

Aziraphale's talented mouth sucked while his other hand played with Crowley's hard balls. Crowley's sounds became desperate, and it seemed the words please, angel, and Aziraphale were the only things left in his vocabulary. "Do you want to come, my love?"

"Y-yes…please." He bit his lip hard, drawing a bit of blood.

Aziraphale removed his fingers and climbed up Crowley's body but kept on hand fucking the demon's cock. "Then ask me if you can. All you need to do is ask." He sucked on Crowley's neck.

Crowley emitted a guttural sound before he spoke. "Fuck…please, angel…please…le-let me come, please."

He was sweaty and desperate and so, Aziraphale took pity on the old willy serpent. "You are a vision." He gave him one last tug before he felt Crowley spew his warm liquid on his hand. "Look at you." Aziraphale smiled as Crowley was flushed trying to catch his breath. Aziraphale shimmed out of his own pants, finally letting his own erection out. Crowley was still trying to even his breathing when he felt himself being sat up some more afterwards, feeling Aziraphale's cock on his slightly parted lips. The angel pushed himself inside, gagging the poor thing.

Crowley moaned at the sensation and looked up to see Aziraphale's lovely smile. "You're doing great, my love." He encouraged as he placed his hand behind the demon's head and pushed forward. Crowley's hands gripped Aziraphale's thighs for support while the angel thrusted his hips back and forth. "Oh, Crowley." He breathed. "Fuck. Use your tongue, my love, like I did to you." He instructed as he gripped Crowley's hair. "That's it." He grunted. "This is definitely so much better than having to do this on my own while you sleep."

The demon too became erect again and as Aziraphale noticed Crowley beginning to stroke himself, he took himself out of the demon's mouth. "I wasn't done." Crowley whined as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "I want you to finish like I did."

"Oh, that's lovely and I will, but not like this."

"Have I done something wrong?"

"Oh, oh," Aziraphale kissed the demon's plumbed lips, "never, my love. I just…I prefer finishing inside you." Crowley nodded and awkwardly laid on his back. "Oh, um, okay."

Crowley felt embarrassed. "What?"

"Nothing."

Crowley blushed. "Tell me. You seem to be the expert here." He grumbled.

"Not an expert." Aziraphale chuckled. "I simply read a lot."

"Of porn from what I've gathered."

Aziraphale could not help but smile down at his lover. "And are you complaining, because I can stop instructing you."

"No…I like it." He blushed.

"Masochist." Aziraphale licked Crowley's lips playfully. "Spread your legs for me." Once again, Crowley did as he was told. "Um," Aziraphale looked around in search of something, "spit on my hand."

"I what?"

"My love, this will hurt a bit and well, we don't have any lube."

"What is that?"

Aziraphale opened his mouth to explain but decided to leave that lesson for another time. "Just do as I say before I go soft." Reluctantly, Crowley spat in Aziraphale's palm and raised an eyebrow when he saw the angel stroke his cock with it. He was about to ask until Aziraphale grabbed hold of his inner thighs, pushed his legs onto his chest, and thrusted deep. Crowley's eyes stung at the sensation. "I'm sorry." Aziraphale apologized and gently kissed the demon. "It would be best if you were on top, less painful for you."

Crowley shook his head and licked his lips. "I'm fine. Continue." He grunted.

Aziraphale could not help but give Crowley adoring eyes. "I'm inside you." He smiled.

Crowley's eyes went from Aziraphale's face down to where they connected and back to Aziraphale. A new wave of emotion pulled at him. "You are. Oh, wow." He breathed. Neither dared to move for fear of it all being an illusion. A punishment for fraternizing with one another. Finally, Crowley reached out and pulled Aziraphale on him, placing his forehead on his. "Don't ever leave me again…please."

The angel sighed. "I won't." He whispered. "I promise." He proceeded to move, making sure to give Crowley all the affirmations needed in order to ease his mind.

After three delicious orgasms, the pair decided to finally get out of bed as Crowley insisted they continued his date plans. Out of respect for their daughter, they decided not to roam around the house naked and opted for a robe instead. They had lunch out in the garden, under the blossoming apple trees Crowley had planted, watched Pride and Prejudice as Cassi had suggested Crowley to do, and afterwards ran back upstairs because Crowley desperately wanted to find out how it felt being inside the one you love.

It was painful, it was awkward...it was their first time. They tried their very best, practice makes perfect.