"Cassi, darling, you've been quiet for a while, are you alright?"

Cassi smiled politely and nodded. "Yes, papa, I was just wondering why dad is driving at a decent speed." She lied and tried to bury the conversation with Elliot towards the back of her mind.

Aziraphale smiled and patted Crowley's lap. "Because he is being responsible."

"Or because you said I would sleep in the garden if I broke our custom champagne and wine glasses."

"Can you simply miracle them unbreakable?"

Aziraphale furrowed his brow. "See? I told you to watch what you say around her, she's highly impressionable."

"Right," Crowley ignored, "I say when we get to the cottage, we open up a bottle and break out three of these glasses and make sure they can hold enough liquid inside them."

Aziraphale nudged the demon. "I would rather not risk damaging them."

"Miracle." Cassi sang under her breath and leaned forward. "Are you really going to leave me alone for a week after your wedding?"

"Well, um, darling, as much as we love you, um…"

"Yes." Crowley stated as a matter of factly. "We need us time and by us, I do not mean you."

"Crowley!"

"Ngk, don't take this the wrong way, Cassi, but we, your father and I, have been officially together for as long as we have been a family. He came back, we made out, and we found you so, yes, we will be leaving you alone for a week so we can enjoy ourselves."

"Gabriel and Lord Beelzebub have promised to take good care of you while we are in Scotland." Aziraphale wiggled in his seat. "Honeymoon." He said in a high-pitched tone and jazz hands.

"Mrs. Sandwich said honeymoons are for exploring different areas."

"Cassiopeia!" Aziraphale turned to face his daughter.

"Of the world, papa."

"O-Oh, right."

"I'm sure by now you and dad have explored enough of each other." she muttered. "Why can't I stay with Muriel? Your former boss is weird, papa."

"Because,erm, if you must know, we rather have you stay with someone that will look after you, not the other way around."

"Dad is right. Even if Gabriel is -"

"Annoying?" Crowley interjected. "An idiot? A pompous arse?"

"Thinks I'm a pet?" Cassi added.

"A little odd," Aziraphale continued, "it's best if you stay with the former rulers of heaven and hell."

"Did you also ask them to stay the two weeks before the wedding?" Crowley growled.

"What do you mean?"

Crowley gestured towards the cottage where a very excited Gabriel stood near the gate to their cozy home as he held a cake in hand. Meanwhile, the former ruler of hell waved with a guilty grin on their face.

Gabriel looked around the living area, his happy expression never faltering, all while his partner sniffed the cake in their hands. "Lovely home, Aziraphale." He complimented. "I'm starting to wonder how much your celestial wages were if you could afford a bookshop and a cottage."

"Heh, um, right." The angel sat on the nearby armchair, Crowley sitting on the armrest. "So, um, why have you come to our home?"

"You're getting married!" Gabriel grinned. "Since we will be taking care of Cassi for a week, we felt that as her godpare-" Beelzebub cleared their throat. "I mean, as her parents-non-parents, we should get to know her a little better. What are her likes, her dislikes? Which is her favorite Bible passage, her favorite sin?"

"You're my godparents?" Cassi asked as she walked in with Hex in her arms.

"Parents-non-parents, please." Beelzebub stated. "I don't want anything to do with god."

"And yet you hook up with the supreme archangel?" Crowley crossed his legs and smiled. "And no, Cassi, they are not your…parents-non-parents. At least, I don't think?" Crowley raised a brow towards Aziraphale.

"Of course we are." Gabriel nudged Cassi's shoulder as she walked near them. "That is a cat." He pointed.

Cassi cocked her head. "Well observed."

"Aziraphale, you have a pet. You have a daughter, a home, and you're getting married." He stood and made his way to the angel where he proceeded to pull him up by his shoulders. "How wonderful life is for you." He squeezed Aziraphale's shoulders tightly.

"Weird." Cassi month towards Crowley.

"Come," Gabriel placed his arm around Aziraphale's shoulder, "let us talk, angel to angel. Parent to parent-non-parent."

Gabriel escorted Aziraphale away, the angel looking back to Crowley, wishing he would say something. Unfortunately for Aziraphale, all Crowley did was wave goodbye. "Why are you really here?" Crowley asked. "Um, Cassi," he began when he noticed Beelzebub eyeing Cassi, "would you mind giving us some privacy?"

Cassi reluctantly walked away and headed up to her room. However, being a little demon herself, she decided to stand on the stairs and tried her very best not to make a sound.

"Gabriel was offered his job back and so was I." Cassi heard Beelzebub explain.

"How so?"

"The Metatron came to us, yea, and asked Gabriel to be supreme archangel again. Gabriel declined and the old bugger tried to persuade him by telling him I could accompany him to heaven. He declined again and the Metatron came back a day later saying if Gabriel goes back to heaven, I can go back to hell."

Crowley stammered. "He…em, he asked Cassi to go to heaven and invited us as well. You and I both know what would happen if you went to hell."

"You barely escaped from what I heard."

"Hmm, why would they want to keep us in heaven? I, erm, understand Gabriel and Aziraphale but why us? We don't belong there."

"Leverage."

"Wh-what?"

"Your angel loves you, yea? So, obviously they will use you as leverage to make him do whatever it is they need him to do. Same with Gabriel and myself and if your angel refuses, then I'm sure they'll use him as leverage against your daughter."

"That's the kind of thing our lot would do."

Beelzebub sighed. "Gabriel and I didn't feel quite safe up there and so-"

"You came here."

"You two have a defense thingy going on and I believe that defense thingy is, in fact, your daughter. Think about it? They could have easily gotten to both of you by now. You being pulled downwards while he is whisked away to heaven." They clicked their tongue. "I believe heaven is scared of what your daughter might be capable of if and when she comes to her power."

"Power? She's a normal nephalem."

"And what does that entail?"

"Ehhh…" Crowley stammered, "well…um…they can, hmm…"

"What I heard through the grapevine, which doesn't exist, your daughter is special because of who her parents are."

Cassi heard her dad chuckle. "Well, Aziraphale did lead a whole platoon during the first war and was guardian of the eastern gate…principality…supreme archangel…adorable ass." He sniffed.

"Are you…blushing."

"Shut up." "Crowley cleared his throat. "Anyway, um, how long are you staying for, or should I ask hiding for?"

"Hey, I babysit for you, and you get to play host with your angel, which by the way I should warn you. Gabriel was researching earthly wedding traditions and he came across something called 'best man' and he self-appointed himself to be Aziraphale's best angel."

"Ugh, he won't love that."

Meanwhile, Cassi quietly made her way upstairs as she heard the backdoor open, informing her of her papa's return from his own private conversation with the other ex-supreme archangel.

—-

"So, um," Gabriel sniffed his plate, "you consume this every day?"

Aziraphale filled Beelzebub's empty wine glass. "Not every day, no. It's called lunch and you have consumed earthly delights before."

"Yes, but I was out of my mind."

"More like your mind was out of you." Crowley mumbled under his breath as he sipped from his glass.

Beelzebub slapped Crowley's arm. "So," they cleared their throat, "Cassi, are you looking forward to your parents' wedding?"

"Yes!" Gabriel clapped loudly and rubbed his hands together. "We will have a lot of fun afterwards, getting to know each other and, as my daughter-non-daughter, it is my duty to help you navigate through your existence."

Cassi raised her brow and turned to her parents asking them, nonverbally, if him being her godfather was a thing now. Understanding what she tried to ask, Crowley shook his head while Aziraphale sighed heavily and rubbed his temple. "Um," she turned to Beelzebub, "yes, I am very much looking forward to their wedding. Papa will no longer be living in sin." She teased.

"Oh, yes," Gabriel tapped the table, "Cassiopeia, you are right. You are living in sin, Aziraphale. I never really thought of it that way."

"Child out of wedlock, living with someone out of wedlock…loving someone, a lot, out of wedlock." She counted with her fingers. "And I mean a lot. I'm surprised I don't have siblings yet."

Aziraphale choked on the wine he had sipped while Crowley stammered. "Ngk…Cas-Cassi," the demon became red, "they don't need the whole story."

"What does that mean?" Beelzebub grinned, their curiosity at its peak.

"Never you mind." Crowley replied.

Beelzebub's grin didn't falter as she turned her attention to Cassi. "So, ahem, Cassi, I heard you took a little trip to hell. Was it everything you envisioned?"

"Um, I've never actually envisioned myself going to hell, but I will say, that lot is mental."

Both angels and demons agreed without skipping a beat.

Crowley's hips moved in a perfect rhythm with each moment making him lose himself even further. The soft hands grounding his hips in place felt like a brick for how hard they were holding him. His own hands were far too busy as one stroke his cock to match the thrusts beneath him while the other teased and played with his erect nipple. His wails were loud as the thrusting became erratic and desperate with each moment making it the most perfect pleasurable stimulation. "Angel…" he moaned and thrashed his head back, closing his eyes, when he felt his ending making itself known.

Aziraphale looked up at the flushed demon riding him. No matter how many times the scene seemed familiar, Aziraphale would never tire of it. He enjoyed making his lover lose all control and making him some sort of puppet to his exploits. There was just something about Crowley's willingness to do as he was told that made Aziraphale want to fuck him as many times as possible. Aziraphale smirked knowing he was the only one who had the power to make the demon shed his too cool persona and turn into this masochistic being. "You naughty thing." Aziraphale purred as he watched Crowley's hand pump his plumb cock as hard as he could. "You look absolutely delicious riding me like that." He halted his thrusts and palmed Crowley's sweaty chest.

Crowley opened his eyes and made eye contact with the angel below him, all while he kept bouncing off Aziraphale's hard cock, his hands gripping his own cock tighter. Meanwhile, Aziraphale smirked up at the demon, and without warning, easily flipped them over. Crowley panted, eyes begging the angel to continue and unfortunately for him, the demon was flipped once again, giving his back to the angel. He struggled slightly and it didn't take long for his hole to be filled up again. "You feel so good…you always do…fuck…" Aziraphale slid easily inside Crowley's wet hole while he covered Crowley's lithe body with his own.

"N-no." Crowley whimpered as he tried to turn around. "I don't…you know, ngh, I don't," he moaned as Aziraphale hit one of his favorite spots, "like this position."

"I know you don't, love," he kissed Crowley's back. "I know how much you enjoy watching me fuck you raw. Is that not right?"

"Ye-yesss."

"Enjoy seeing me dominate you?" He thrusted deep.

Crowley gripped the sheets beneath him, letting his knuckles turn white. "Yesss…please, angel…" He choked out a sob as he desperately tried not to finish. The demon loved seeing his angel's face as he came, wanting only him to witness such an act. That lovely expression was reserved for the angel alone and Crowley had never once failed to show Aziraphale how much he had been satisfied. "Nhgh, angel…pleassse, I don't wa-want to…"

Aziraphale pulled out and flipped them once again and it didn't take Crowley long to wrap his legs around Aziraphale's waist, making sure he had no chance to reposition them again. "You have my attention-" Aziraphale warped his delicate hand around Crowley's throat, "-now, love." He smirked as slid inside the demon once more. Crowley ramble incoherently, making Aziraphale lower himself. "What was that, hmm? You want me to fuck you harder? If so, you must ask nicely."

Crowley was a mess beneath the angel, his hair was a display of tangles, his skin was flushed and sweaty, his breathing erratic, and he tried his very best to repeat what he had said. "I wanna…kissss…," his voice was hoarse, "you." He was almost in tears.

Aziraphale stopped for a brief second and looked down at his lover. For all the pleasure Aziraphale took from their sexual encounters, Crowley's soft-spoken tenderness would always outweigh the animalistic passion. Aziraphale smiled lovingly and closed the small gap between them while Crowley caressed Aziraphale's cheek as their lips sought each other. Their kisses were tender, making Aziraphale move slower, softer, and soon he felt Crowley spasm and his cum between them, making him grunt as he too came inside the demon.

Crowley tilted his head back slightly to get a better view of the angel and began to gingerly stroke the angel's lips with his finger. "I missed you."

Aziraphale kissed the demon once more. "I haven't gone anywhere." He smiled and tried to pull out but Crowley caged him with his arms.

"No," Crowley tightened his hold, "please stay inside me."

"Of course." Aziraphale kissed Crowley's nose and buried his head into the crook of Crowley's neck.

They remained quiet, taking in the afterglow of their love making. It had been a while since their last encounter, 5,760 minutes to be exact if anyone was counting, which Crowley had been. "I say we can forget about it all and just stay like this."

Aziraphale chuckled and lazily stroked Crowley's soft cock. "Let the world end around us while we stay connected?"

"Exactly."

"And what about our daughter?"

Crowley sighed sharply. "We'll ship her off to her parents-non-parents for a while. She'll love it."

Aziraphale lifted his head and looked down at the demon. "Like you did but not an hour ago? You practically shoved them out the door."

"Gabriel wanted to check out the town and I just happen to volunteer Cassi." He shrugged.

"Oh, yes," Aziraphale playfully licked Crowley's lips, "quite subtle, love. 'Cassi, go with them, your father and I need to talk.' You growled at me while saying so."

Crowley scoffed at the accusation and relented a second later. "Can you blame me?" His hand roamed Aziraphale's body. "I had forgotten what this felt like. To have an angel looking down on me."

"Tsk, you are so dramatic." He kissed the demon's neck. "But it would be nice to stay like this."

"Beelzebub thinks Cassi will come to her power soon, pfft, whatever that means and is." The demon blurted out.

"I worry about her." Aziraphale gently pulled out and laid behind the demon, arm wrapped around his waist, spooning him. "Gabriel said the same thing and I don't, ugh, I don't want her to be a part of all this nonsense."

Crowley turned around and sighed with a heavy heart. "I know, angel, but we need to face facts." He stroked Aziraphale's cheek with his thumb. "We are at war and earth is the battleground. Not even the stars are safe."