Ooh, love (there he goes again)

[inlovewithmycar]

WHO: Crowley (inlovewithmycar) & YOU

WHAT: The Bentley has landed.

WHERE: Greenhouse, outside Casa de Gayngel, various

WHEN: Latter half of November, edging into December

WARNINGS: Gratuitous Queen lyrics ahoy. Crowley playing with the forbidden silly putty. Probably some other stuff down the line.

Starters below :3

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[inlovewithmycar]

[Crowley is not fully dressed. He's in his pajama bottoms, a dressing gown (both black silk) a single slipper, and what could be a sock or just the dark scales on his feet. He didn't even bother to snatch his glasses from the coffee table, but then again Crowley has been wearing them with less and less frequency.

Aziraphale's prim appearance gets a lift of Crowley's brow. He quickly freshens up with a snap of his fingers.]

Do we actually have neighbours...?

[Crowley looks to and fro along the deserted lane, wondering if anyone bothered to occupy the condos next to theirs. He hopes so. He hopes the Bentley woke them and they're very annoyed about it.

He hopes she keeps making so much racket as to break through that constant, deathly silence.

Ooh love, croons the stereo, Ooh, lover boy, What're you doing tonight?

Still grinning ear to ear, Crowley opens the passenger door, and gestures invitingly.]

Think that's the cue to take our car for a spin. You coming, angel...?

[benedicus]

( aziraphale actually has no idea. they might not have neighbours, but they also (just as equally) might have them. it would be far better to err on the side of caution and display a little courtesy.

however—

he cannot help the strange feeling of joy that wells up in his chest. he stills sighs as if he's somehow being put upon. )

Well, I suppose there's no reason not to. We're already up and about.

( and just like that, he's back in the bentley. after how many months! )

[inlovewithmycar]

[Aziraphale's exasperated sigh only gets a devilish grin from Crowley. Once the angel is comfortably seated, he shuts the passenger door and shortly joins him.

For a moment, his hands hover over the wheel, long fingers delicately tracing its curve - a slow, tender touch before he grips it firmly and the engine roars and they are off like a comet, streaking down the nameless city's streets.]

Shame there isn't much in the way of pedestrians out and about.

[One of Crowley's few truly demonic delights is striking terror into the hearts of those with the audacity to walk.]

How does it feel, angel? I don't think they did anything funny to her but I'm open to a second opinion. Sense anything off...?

[benedicus]

( of course.

of course the moment that the demon's foot hits the pedal, it really hits the pedal. aziraphale can feel himself sink further against the cushion of his seat from the force of their climbing speed. his hand shoots up, grabbing onto the overhead handle immediately for a second sense of security. )

Like I'm on a joyride with a troubled youth.

( he makes a sharp gesture with his hand. )

Might you consider slowing it down some?