Who: Crowley and Aziraphale What: Inspections, of a sort When/Where: Now, the bath of their suite in Eden Warnings: These two are their own warning. Specifically, dark subject matter, sex, that sort of thing. If you're looking for kittens avert thine eyes.
Crowley decided not to make either of them wait longer than necessary, willing himself into the master bath just as the Ang- his lover, said he would be waiting. (He was no longer an Angel, in body or soul. Crowley didn't want to afford himself the charade any longer.)
The sight of Zira's new body made him gasp, smells of ash and decay assaulting him as he did so. He had to cough, but didn't let it deter him from stepping forward and into the bath behind his lover. Sitting on the edge, he ran his hand through the other's new brunette locks, smile evident in his voice.
"Love the new look, darling. At least what I can see of it," The almost-black water concealed the lower half of his form, but Crowley was surprisingly patient, willing to enjoy Zira's presence, before getting down to 'business'.