Crowley's voice rang louder as Aziraphale thrusted into him harder, not to mention the angel leaving love bites on his skin drove him straight into ecstasy. The demon clawed the angel's back, no doubt adding more marks since the previous night. His cock grew harder when Aziraphale's voice deepened as he called him his sinning pleasure and instructed him not to come until the angel said so. "...Angel…" Crowley moaned as his lover bit and sucked around his clavicle, while his manicured hand stroked his demonic erection to match his thrusts.
"It seems I didn't fuck you hard enough last night." Aziraphale smirked. "You're still tight from these past two weeks. Did you miss my cock inside you, love?"
"Ungh…yes…" Crowley nails dug further into Aziraphale's back.
"Tell me, me not fucking you is more torture than anything hell has ever given you."
Crowley tried to find his voice, and when he did not respond, Aziraphale thrusted hard enough it brought tears to demon's yellow eyes. "Yes! Yes, it's…ngk…torture not having you inside me. I need…I'm…"
"Shhh, my love, you know the rules. You've been a little devil for two weeks and now you must beg me. After all-" the angel's moved into him with force, almost as if he wanted to tear the demon apart, "-you are used to being punished."
Crowley choked on his saliva and clawed Aziraphale's arms, trying his best to hold on to something as he begged for mercy.
Aziraphale could feel his end coming as well. "Tell me-" he burrowed himself deeper inside his demon, "-to fuck you harder until your hole is perfectly carved into the shape of my cock."
Crowley wailed in pleasure, his cum slowly spilling onto the angel's hand. "Fuck…Angel….AN-ANGEL!"
Crowley's eyes widened.
Aziraphale cursed.
Cassi shrieked, quickly shielding her eyes, and turned around.
Crowley pushed his lover off and Aziraphale quickly looked for the bath robe he had worn previously before they started their endeavor. Crowley sat up and used a throw pillow to cover his lower half. "Ho…d-did you miracle you-yourself in here?!" Crowley's cheeks turned the same color as his hair.
"Did you just fuck on the sofa? The same one I was sitting on this very day?"
Aziraphale stood and cleared his throat. "Cassi, um, darling, dad and I were, um, yo-you see, when two people love ea-each other deeply-" he placed his hand on Cassi's shoulder.
Cassi shrugged his hand off, still looking away from her parents. "Gross, papa, no offense but please don't touch me right now. I saw where that hand was, well, thankfully, not really but I know what's down there!" She turned around, eyes still closed. "Soundproofing on? I'm going to my room."
Aziraphale almost discorporated. "Ho-how do you know about that?"
Cassi's arms waved in front of her as she maneuvered blindly towards her room. "I'm half angel, papa, unfortunately I can feel when you and dad…are loving each other deeply." She gave them a thumbs up before closing her bedroom door.
Crowley rose from the sofa, dropping the pillow. "Wha-wh-what?!…you me-m-mean all…all the time? Cassi!"
"She can't hear you, dearest."
Aziraphale wiped his mouth with a cloth napkin. "Darling, you said you wanted to try an American breakfast and yet you haven't touched your plate."
The clank and chatter from the other hotel guests sort of drowned out the awkwardness of the celestial table. Since the morning, Cassi had not made eye contact with either parent and the elevator ride down did not help at all; it was mostly uncomfortable silence, and she kept her distance away from both.
"The bacon looks scrumptious."
Crowley decided breakfast for him would be a big cup filled with six shots of espresso and some whiskey to go along with it. He puffed air out of the corner of his mouth when he noticed Aziraphale gesture his chin towards Cassi, who had been eyeing her breakfast since it was placed in front of her. "Ngk, the…the, er, pan-pancakes look fluffy."
There was no response or movement from the nephalem. "Darling, um," Aziraphale started cautiously, "you, um, must understand, er, sometimes words are not enough to express one's love for their partner."
Cassi buried her face in her hands. "Bloody hell, this is happening."
"When it gets to a point they, um, can no longer contain their emotions with words or simple touch, well, physical intimacy follows."
"You mean sex?" She groaned as she finally made eye contact with her papa. "You and dad have sex. I am well aware. I just…didn't need to see it."
Aziraphale cleared his throat. "Ah, yes, well, sex is the correct word, and our apologies. Dad, got-" Crowley widened his eyes towards the angel, "-um, I mean, we got a little too carried away and lost ourselves."
Crowley placed his elbows on the table. "Were you about to blame me, the demon, for yesterday's…session? I was the one who said we should watch a movie. Not my fault you can't keep your hands to yourself."
"Oh? Alright, from now on I'll keep my hands to myself." Aziraphale scrunched his nose towards his lover.
Crowley smirked. "Don't you dare."
"What does a kiss mean?" Cassi asked, clearly unaware of her parents' flirtatious conversation. "If physical intimacy is the last step, what does a kiss mean?"
Crowley pondered for a second. "Depends on the kiss and on who's doing the kissing."
"You and papa's first kiss, was it romantic?"
"Eh-" Crowley sucked air through his teeth, "-sort of? I mean it was but when we started to get really into it, your father here pushed me off and told me to bugger off…again."
Aziraphale was taken aback. "Dearest, might I remind you, I had just figured out I loved you and you suddenly kissed me hours later. If heaven knew about it, about my feelings and-"
"Hang on." Cassi's expression seemed as if she was placing two and two together. "Ho-how did you figure out you loved dad? What did that feel like? You're an angel, you love, well, everything. What was different?"
Aziraphale placed his hand on his chin. "Well, dad had done the nicest gesture that night. He was selfless, thoughtful and, hmm, quite kind. Made me realize he was that kind of man all along, I just needed something to make me see him for who he truly was."
"Erm, Cassi, can you please ask the front desk if they can send up more towels to our room while we are out?"
Crowley's request threw Cassi out of her train of thought, and it took her a moment to register what he had asked of her. Without a word, she rose from her seat and did as told.
Crowley leaned forward. "What are you doing?"
"What do you mean?"
"Um, she's asking about love."
Aziraphale shrugged, not understanding the implication.
"Angel, 'pose she's asking these questions for a reason. She's more angel than demon, of course she will not understand when she is in love rather than feeling everyday love."
"Is it so terrible she realizes she's in love?"
"Yessss."
"I don't think it's fair she can't be with her-" the angel rolled his eyes "-friend while we are allowed to be together."
"I-I-It's an entirely different situation; an undeniably different situation."
"How so, hmm? Angel, demon, demon, angel…love."
"There is a reason why heaven kept nephalems a secret, including from the supreme archangel and whatever it is, it cannot be a good thing. Have you finished reading the files?"
"Not quite. I must admit it slipped my mind with Cassi's feelings, the trip, your…your grumpiness."
Crowley drank the rest of his coffee in one gulp. "Well, you better get a wiggle on. We have no idea when the end of the world begins. At least with the antichrist, we knew exactly when we would be dealing with everything. This…this not knowing is not working for me."
"Wiggle on?"
"Yes, now shush."
"Towels requested." Cassi stated as she walked towards their table. "I also asked them to please steam clean the sofa…thoroughly. Do-don't take this the wrong way dad but, I did not picture you as the submissive type."
Crowley blushed while Aziraphale looked rather smug.
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Crowley's foot tapped incisively on the ground. "Can we get on?"
Aziraphale and Cassi had found another souvenir shop and decided to purchase some items for Nina, Maggie, Muriel, and their neighbors back in South Downs. "Will you be getting anything for…your friend?"
Cassi snaked through the people, trying to get away from her papa. "Why?"
"When we get back, I'm sure dad will let you say hello. I can chaperone."
Cassi felt a sting of guilt and sighed. "We'll see."
Once out of the shop, Cassi refused to give her hand to either parent. "I'm not a child." She whined and huffed away. "I'm bloody 82 years old, I have been taking care of my bloody self all this time!"
Crowley backed away, palms up. "Damn, alright. No need to get testy."
"She gets that mood from you, I'm afraid." Aziraphale stated as soon as Cassi was out of earshot.
"She was fine when she went inside. You did something."
"My daughter was the same." A random man interjected. "They are cute when they are babies, adorable when they are children but, sheesh, those teenage years can be brutal. They think they know everything. First one?"
"Only one." Crowley crossed his arms as he and Aziraphale followed Cassi through the crowd. "And I think we'll be keeping it like that."
"Good luck, man, you'll need it."
Aziraphale thanked the strange man. "What a nice fellow. Cassi, darling girl, wait up, please."
Crowley cocked his head and sniffed around the crowd. His muscles tensed as he clenched his jaw. He looked up when he noticed small flurries of snow begin to fall.
Aziraphale had walked back once he noticed Crowley was not on his heels. "Oh, winter in New York, what a charm."
"It's October, angel. Winter is months away." His eyes found Cassi's red hair among the crowd near a food truck. "Something's changed."
A sleeping Cassi rested her head on Crowley's shoulder, all while the demon scrolled through his phone. "Early winter, underground earthquakes, tsunami in the east coast and severe thunderstorms, almost catastrophic, in the middle east." He read the news on his phone.
Aziraphale smiled vaguely and tried to not read too much into the situation. "As far as climate is concerned, humans tend to expedite the transgression."
"This is more than climate change, angel, and I don't believe it's a coincidence."
"Shhh." Aziraphale shushed his lover and pressed the flight attendant button. "You might be overthinking all this. Yes, hello," he turned to the flight attendant, "may I have a blanket for my daughter?"
Crowley cocked his head to get a better look at Cassi. "Why, we don't get cold…or hot for that matter."
Aziraphale covered Cassi. "I know but it's nice to do things for your child."
"Been reading parenting books again, have we?"
"I have, thank you. During this phase, it's crucial we do little things for her and, if she gets too um, testy as you put it, we must not take it to heart. She does not mean it."
Crowley sighed. "Angel, she's not human."
"I know." The angel smiled. "A baby would be cute." The angel blankly stated under his breath.
"Whot?"
"Cassi is a gorgeous girl, but would it not be rather cute to have a baby around?"
Crowley shook his head and looked out the window. "I'm not having this conversation…again."
"Change nappies, teach them to walk, and their first words would be papa."
The demon turned to his partner. "Change nappies? How on earth is that something to look forward to?" He scowled. "Angel, as much as I love you and cater to your everyday tip bids, you forget we cannot deliver children and therefore, I am not having this conversation again."
Aziraphale tucked a loose hair strand behind Cassi's ear. "Yes, but we can, you know, miracle one up. We've done it before and I'm sure the baby would be more angelic…filled with our love and you've proven to be a loving father. We can…also have fun pretending to make one."
Crowley looked at his angel. "Tell you what, angel, let's have more time with Cassi, erm, at least two years with only her, and we can discuss another one."
Aziraphale smiled ear to ear. "Oh, really? Are you sure? Oh, thank you, dearest, and I promise to change all the nappies."
"Uh, however, we need to figure out this end of the world business before thinking of another child. Agreed?"
Aziraphale bounced in his seat all too happily. "Agreed."