Who: Crowley and Aziraphale What: A bit of fun, wet-and-naked style When/Where: Today after Crowley's meeting with Alexia, Eden Warnings: Definately. NC-17. There's no telling how far.
Crowley was admittedly relieved after his little talk with Alexia; he was aware it had been just as likely that the King would take offense to his tactics of collecting followers, especially concerning the new Antichrist in town. The fact that he'd pretty much been ambivalent over the whole thing was as good as approval in the demon's books. At least he felt safer about it all.
Riding the slight high that one got from sticking their head (or lower, more valuable body part) in the mouth of a lion, Crowley willed himself into the bathroom of the villa in Eden, noth bothering to bring his clothes with him.
"Darling, I'm home," He was a little slap happy, smirking to himself as he propped a hip against the sink, waiting for his Angel to make himself known.