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Aziraphale, by order of Heaven, had to leave for some blessings, some miracles, and some very uninteresting meetings.
He left Crowley and Muriel to guard the bookstore and knows he'll be in good hands.
One of those evenings, they're both feeling a little lonely and excited.
Aziraphale calls first.
A: "Hey."
C: "Hi, angel."
A: "How's the bookstore guard going?"
C: "It's all quiet, angel."
A: "Good."
C: "Your nice 'trip'?"
A: "Good."
C: "Good."
A: "Crowley, I called you because..."
C: "Because you miss me? And you can't stay away from me for even a second?"
A: "Yes..."
Crowley places a hand on the crotch of his pants. Then he looks around to make sure Muriel isn't there.
C: "Angel, are you alone?"
A: "Yes, and you?"
C: "Muriel is upstairs. I think and hope she's asleep."
Aziraphale settles into bed. He takes off his coat and vest, leaving his shirt slightly unbuttoned over his chest.
A: "What would you do if we were together right now, Crowley?"
C: "I'd love to penetrate you, slowly, gripping your hips as the heat of our embrace begins to warm your groin..."
A: "And then?"
C: "I'd like to watch you as you can't hold back that arousing moan that escapes from that gorgeous mouth and those gorgeous lips..."
A: "Oh, god, Crowley...and then?"
C: "Then things start to speed up, and we both give in to the pleasure, and the sex becomes more exciting, stronger, more passionate. We start to sweat, and I move down to your chest while I wet your nipples, and I feel you starting to get wet... we're sweating so much we feel like we've just stepped out of a Turkish bath, together..."
A: "I hate this distance. If you were right in front of me, I'd jump on you."
C: "Hold on, angel, just a couple more days, and then I won't let you walk again, and if necessary, I'll tie you to the bed. We'll give free rein to all our wildest fantasies."
A: "I want you to bite me, leaving teeth marks on my skin."
C: "And I'm dying to suck your cock while you beg me not to stop."
The moment is ruined by someone knocking on the door.
A: "Oh, damn it, Crowley, I have to go..."
C: "Promise me you won't do it alone. Promise me you'll hold off until we see each other."
A: "I swear, Crowley. Will you do the same?"
C: "I promise, angel."