After you're done... (Patreon)

“An evening to myself sounds divine. I might even order in, put on a movie.”

“Could do, yeah,” Crowley replies casually. “Y’know, after.”

“After what?”

Crowley finishes off his drink, sets his glass down on the counter. The cubes of ice clatter from the shaking of his hand. When the barkeep takes the empty glass and walks away, Crowley blinks up slowly at Aziraphale and says, quite deliberately, “After you’re done fucking me.”

~another insane line from the amazing moonyinpisces’ olympics AU - Stroke Play that just implanted itself into my brain so viscerally that it needed to be illustrated.