Crowley leans over the angel, looking down at him with no small amount of pleasure. Oh, but there's so many places they could go, so much they could do right now. They've got all night----and who the hell knows what will happen tomorrow. They'll work that bit out when they get there.

He presses his mouth to Aziraphale's neck, then lower, to his chest, and lower again, tracing his mouth down to his stomach, to his hips.