Crowley's mischief has always had a tendency to backfire, is the thing. The same can be said of her temptations, particularly when directed at Aziraphale. Oh, they work, they work marvelously, whether he admits it or not. He doesn't have to, she knows all his tells, every twitch or shifting of his body weight or faint catch of breath.
The problem is, they all affect her at least as profoundly. By the time he's ordered dessert she's stopped plotting routes to the cloakroom and is instead considering dropping her fork and slipping under the table. Wouldn't even require stopping time, just a little bit of don't notice me redirection. There's a long tablecloth. Aziraphale already makes near-orgasmic noises while eating desserts.
Crowley doesn't order a dessert herself. Impatience is eating her alive. She does let him feed her a few bites. They're delicious. The look in his eyes is much more delicious.
(If the staff really think Aziraphale is bringing two different lovers here, they'll have to come up with an explanation for how both give Aziraphale an identical I want to eat you alive and you would like it expression from behind their sunglasses. That alone should put an end to any rumors of Aziraphale having two different redheads on his string)
Crowley rolls her eyes but doesn't argue when Aziraphale insists on paying for the bill (her foot is at that point right between his legs, her toes playing with his upper thigh; she could go even further, and doesn't). When the bill is paid she retrieves her foot, slips it back into her shoe, looks up with a smile as Aziraphale takes her hand and then lifts it to kiss.
Her eyes go wide when he flicks his tongue between her fingers, when she sees the heat in his eyes, and she sits absolutely still for a moment.
Then his qestion sinks in, and she almost hisses. Bastard, beautiful beautiful bastard of an angel, he knows perfectly well what's on her mind. "Certainly not," she says haughtily. "I am a modern woman and will fetch my own coat. While you fetch yours. With me."
1) Whoohoo 2) Oh, she'll make it clear.
The problem is, they all affect her at least as profoundly. By the time he's ordered dessert she's stopped plotting routes to the cloakroom and is instead considering dropping her fork and slipping under the table. Wouldn't even require stopping time, just a little bit of don't notice me redirection. There's a long tablecloth. Aziraphale already makes near-orgasmic noises while eating desserts.
Crowley doesn't order a dessert herself. Impatience is eating her alive. She does let him feed her a few bites. They're delicious. The look in his eyes is much more delicious.
(If the staff really think Aziraphale is bringing two different lovers here, they'll have to come up with an explanation for how both give Aziraphale an identical I want to eat you alive and you would like it expression from behind their sunglasses. That alone should put an end to any rumors of Aziraphale having two different redheads on his string)
Crowley rolls her eyes but doesn't argue when Aziraphale insists on paying for the bill (her foot is at that point right between his legs, her toes playing with his upper thigh; she could go even further, and doesn't). When the bill is paid she retrieves her foot, slips it back into her shoe, looks up with a smile as Aziraphale takes her hand and then lifts it to kiss.
Her eyes go wide when he flicks his tongue between her fingers, when she sees the heat in his eyes, and she sits absolutely still for a moment.
Then his qestion sinks in, and she almost hisses. Bastard, beautiful beautiful bastard of an angel, he knows perfectly well what's on her mind. "Certainly not," she says haughtily. "I am a modern woman and will fetch my own coat. While you fetch yours. With me."