Crowley's eyes widened in curiosity as he sniffed his hand. "Feels…hm, I'm not sure, really." He rubbed his fingers together.

Aziraphale nodded in agreement as he too let the slippery substance coax his soft fingers. "Are you sure?" He questioned his frie- ahem, his now lover who had given the angel a celebratory kiss after non-mageddon, which led to more kisses and eventually, the start of many random kisses. They were celebrating after all, and don't humans kiss each other when happy? Yes, it was all practically normal, the stolen kisses, the hand holding, the lovely dates, the I love yous that they never seemed to tire of saying or hearing. All normal in fact, after a year of it all, the demon decided best to stay with his angel at the shop and forget all about his cold flat.

Meanwhile, as the angel and demon navigated through their absolutely normal relationship, they had heard about something humans did in said normal relationships and that was good old-fashioned sex, or relations as Aziraphale put it. Now, the couple was not at all naive, especially Crowley, when it came to the act of reproducing; however, they had yet to explore it themselves. After a very much discussion where Crowley had suggested they give it a go, or in his own words, "you wanna," the couple had done the required research for it.

Crowley stammered and took back the silver box from Aziraphale's hand, "Yes, I'm sure. It says here it prepares you for, erm, you know," he muttered as he read on, "hypoallergenic…water based, um…gentle warming sensation?"

Aziraphale pursed his lips and carefully eyed the substance within his fingers. "Exactly for who?"

"Whot?" Crowley looked up with a raised brow.

"The warm sensation? For the receiver or giver?"

Crowley puffed a small breath of air through the corner of his mouth and skimmed through the box again. "Ngk, i-it doesn't say."

Aziraphale's mouth made an O shape as he nodded. "Um, dear?"

"Hm?" The demon turned the box in his hands trying to understand if they needed to use the whole tube.

"Have we established who will be the giver and receiver?"

Crowley's head practically whiplashed as he turned his attention to his partner. "Er…di-did we not discuss it?"

"No. I…I, erm, don't believe so."

They remained silent for a minute until, "I got it." Crowley rummaged through his jeans. "Toss you for it?"

Aziraphale smiled at his demon's brilliance. "Alright. Heads."

Crowley tossed the coin, but before he could reveal the results, "So the loser is what? Receiver?"

The angel was at a loss. This was all so new to them. Kisses were easy to learn as were hugs, snogging sessions, and other relatively appropriate public endeavors but this was…something else. With both quite perplexed, Crowley took it upon himself to check online. "Unanimously says receiving is better, erm…bo-bottom." He shared his phone screen. "So, I guess…"

"Loser is giver. Heads." He shook his fist in front of him all too enthusiastically.

Crowley tossed the coin once more and grinned. "Heh, tails I'm afraid. You get to do me."

Aziraphale clicked his tongue and furrowed his brow. "Don't say it like that. We are making love."

"Right!" He clapped his hands, tossing the little box, and rubbed his hands together. "Shall we start?"

"Now? Just like that?"

"Um, hm," he rubbed his chin, "I pretended to pick you up, we went to the theater, dinner, and you 'invited me in,' so…I suppose, yea?"

"Do I kiss you?"

"Y-yes?" He sounded unsure.

"Or do you kiss me?"

Crowley rubbed his neck. This was all too complicated. After their lovely, innocent dates, the couple, by this time, would have stayed in, watched a movie, talked about whatever, and even had a drink or two before bed. "How about…err…meet you halfway?"

Aziraphale smiled and took a step forward, mirroring Crowley and, as said, they met in the middle, their lips sweet against each other. "Wait," Aziraphale placed his hand on Crowley's chest, "should we not do this in the bedroom?"

Crowley clicked his fingers and nodded eagerly. "Yes! Of course. Bed is in there after all." He took hold of Aziraphale's hand and led them upstairs. "Ready?" he asked once he shut the door behind him.

"Erm," Aziraphale glanced at their comfy, full-size bed.

"Angel," Crowley spoke softly, "we don't have to do this."

The angel smiled lovingly and gave the demon a quick peck. "No, no, I didn't say that. It's just…hmm, wha-what if we don't like it or we do it wrong?"

"Erm, I mean…I mean…I don't think we can do it wrong and even if we do, at least we gave it a go. Now," he cleared his throat and began to shed his jacket, "shall we?"

"Wait, darling, I," Aziraphale blushed, "want to do that for you. Like in that film we watched last night."

Crowley extended his arms to the side. "Go on then."

Aziraphale's cheeks were as red as his partner's hair. "I can't do it while you look at me."

Crowley smirked and closed his eyes while Aziraphale waved his hand in front of the demon's face, making sure he did not witness anything. Carefully and slowly, with trembling fingers, Aziraphale began to unbutton Crowley's vest and shirt. Meanwhile, Crowley, being the naughty thing that he was, and trying to ease the awkward atmosphere, leaned forward and kissed Aziraphale's familiar lips.

Before Aziraphale could question anything, Crowley deepened the kiss. "You're taking too long." He breathed.

"I'm nervous."

The demon began a trail of small kisses along Aziraphale's jaw. Something they had done countless times during their heavy snogging sessions, which had evolved into something quite inappropriate for the public eye. And it was during one of these sessions that started this new endeavor. Crowley had somehow crawled on top of Aziraphale's lap, grinding down on the angel, while Aziraphale's hips thrusted upwards. "Oh, I like this." The angel had stated, giving Crowley encouragement.

Meanwhile, "Damn, angel." Crowley pulled back as he felt Aziraphale bite his lower lip. "It's going to be the sofa all over again." He grinned and went back into the angel's space.

Aziraphale tilted his head back, letting Crowley get to his neck. "You were the one who sat on me."

"It's not my fault you are so deliciously tempting." Crowley sucked on the angel's neck, prompting a small mewl from said angel. "Are you done with my shirt or will I grow old waiting."

Aziraphale nodded shyly and with a simple snap, Crowley unbuttoned Aziraphale's vest, shirt, and other obstructions on his partner.

"You can't do that." Aziraphale gasped.

"Because?"

"It's not romantic."

Crowley cocked his head to the side. "Angel, if I were to do that on my own, we will be here a while."

"But the film."

"I promise we can take it as slow as possible next time."

"Next time? What if we don't like it?"

Crowley laughed through his nose. "By what I can feel," he pressed his body against Aziraphale, "there will definitely be a next time."