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“Crowley my dear, would you meet me on Aberavon beach in two days?”
“Of course Angel, but…why?”
“It’s for a surprise dear, just meet me there around 2pm?”
“Okk…”
The Angel went back to reading at his desk and Crowley slowly found himself starting to drift off to sleep lying on the sofa. It was still quite strange that he now lived at the bookshop, and that they could spend as much time as they wanted nude and sweaty and not a single Angel or Demon could say a thing as God made them the representatives of humanity and also told them to get on with it.
He woke some time later and realised Aziraphale was moving around behind him in the back rooms and muttering to himself. He muttered when he planned so it was probably something to do with the beach.
Suddenly Crowley clearly heard words, and he started up in surprise, then stopped himself as he didn’t want Aziraphale to know he had been listening and maybe ruined the surprise, but…
Had he really said “Sex on the Beach”?.
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Today was the day Crowley got to find out whether Aziraphale really said what he thought he had heard. The Angel had gotten up and instructed him to stay in the room until he left to get the train to Wales. Crowley knew that Aziraphale very much liked the turtleneck, leather waistcoat and jacket combination, so he decided that this was the perfect day to wear it, with a little new lacey surprise hidden underneath. Crowley's mind was on fire thinking about all the new things they could do whilst driving down the M4.
He parked up the Bentley and skip-walked down the ramp to the beach. Looking around the beach was a massive flat expanse with the coast arcing around in a huge bay with a small island with a lighthouse in the distance to the right and some large cranes to the left. He looked around and saw Aziraphale seated on a tartan blanket with two old fashioned wicker picnic baskets.
“Hi Angel…” drawled Crowley, flopping down on the blanket, opening his jacket and lying back to give the angel the best look he could whilst being fully dressed.
“I'm glad you're here, time to get started!” Aziraphale turned back to the baskets and opened one.
Crowley was slightly put out that Aziraphale hadn't even lingered his gaze on him and decided to crawl the couple steps across the blanket behind him, whilst whispering directly into the angels ear “Now what's got into you, I never thought you would be interested in al fresco” and running his hand round the angels side and then down the very top of the inside of his thigh.
The angel gave a little breathy shudder, and quietly replied “not here dear, we are in public…later…”.
Crowley started pressing hot kisses behind his ear “oh…are we playing that game Angel?..let's see how long you can resist this time”.
There was a sudden clink of glass as Aziraphale dropped something he had removed from the now open basket. “Crowley…whatever you are up to, I'm trying to concentrate”.
“Hmmmmnnn?” Crowley looked over his shoulder and down at the basket, which was unexpectedly full of bottles, juices, a pair of glasses and a cocktail shaker. He sat up a little bit. “I thought you wanted too….?”
“Make cocktails on a beach?” Aziraphale interjected “I've been taking lessons”.
“Oh….OOOOOOH” Crowley flopped back on the blanket laughing uproariously with a hand over his face. “I thought …I heard…”
Aziraphale just looked more confused “whatever are you laughing about?”.
Crowley got the laughter under control “I heard you in the bookshop” giggle “whilst I was napping” giggle “you were mumbling to yourself and I thought you said “Sex on the Beach”...I thought…”
“CROWLEY! You thought I wanted to…in the sand…in public…on a beach?!?” Aziraphale started laughing “I would NEVER!” he said in mock horror “THE SAND”.
“...Later dear. Not here.”