"Hush," Crowley said and pressed his perfectly manicured index finger onto his Zira's lips. "You talk too much, angel."
The finger was replaced by Crowley's lips. His hand found his way into the angel's hair and wrapped his fingers around Arziraphale's locks. Hmm, he had taken way too long to find out how good the angel tasted. A real pity.
(Ooc: Yay! It's so funny to write a future demon who still thinks he's in heaven. I took the liberty and set up a thread for us. xD This time you'll even get the link. Damn, I get better. ^^)