"Aziraphale debated internally a bit, but curling his arm up around Crowley's shoulder really was more comfortable. He knew he was being silly. He knew a dance was nothing and if it made Crowley happy after his feelings had apparently been hurt it wasn't much to ask, but-it was the demon. He had the literally infernal talent to make even the simplest, least dubious things feel like a temptation. Aziraphale knew it was Crowley's nature, and not strictly saying his fault, but it did sometimes make things feel *complicated*." Biarritz, South of France, 1921. Aziraphale stumbles on Crowley apparently working the hotels and casinos as a gigolo. At least, that's where it begins.

Crowley enjoys Aziraphale's couch. Complete. Crowley x Aziraphale. Explicit mature content at the end. If that's all you're here for, skip to chapters 5 and 6. If that's not what you're here for, feel free to skip it when you get to it in 5, and read the conclusion of 6. 7 is a bonus chap that can be read essentially as a mature oneshot. Enjoy! All character rights to Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett.