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Aziraphale was absolutely distraught.
A letter had come in the post saying his driver's license had expired, and he would have to re-take the driving test.
Of course, the only soul Aziraphale trusted to re-teach him was Crowley.
But it was all so complicated, and Crowley was always yelling at him from the passenger's side seat.
After a few scary attempts in the Bentley, though, Aziraphale didn't think he could do it.
"I simply can not work the pedals, keep an eye on the speed, and watch the road! It's hopeless!"
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Crowley had actually liked it when his angel broke the speed limit and almost hit those people on the sidewalk.
And he would have found it hilarious about the busted mailboxes if they hadn't been in the Bentley.
After eight failed lessons, though, Crowley realized he would have to get a bit more hands-on.
This was how Aziraphale ended up sitting on Crowley's lap during lesson #9.
Crowley took care of the pedals and kept an eye on their speed, so all Aziraphale had to worry about was watching where they are going.
The only thing Crowley didn't plan on, though, was the delicious agony of having his angel's bum wiggling and clenching right over his crotch the entire time.
Suffice it to say after two right turns and three stoplights, Crowley had the biggest boner of his life!
Subsequently, three left turns, and two lights after that, he realized he might need a new pair of pants soon.
And when Aziraphale came to a rough stop in front of the bookstore…Crowley also came.
Once the car was in park, a jubilant Aziraphale twisted around, not understanding what it was doing to Crowley and asked, "So…did I do good?"
"Oh yes, Angel…very, very, very good."
THE END