So - first fanfic for GO! Please don't eat me alive, fandom. -hides-

Disclaimer: I don't own Good Omens, obviously. It would be much less funny if I did, believe you me.

"Ssssup, angel?", Crowley hissed, forked tongue tickling the blonde angel's ear.

"Good Lord, Crowley, you would have given me a heart attack if I were human!", Aziraphale shrieked in a rather un-manly fashion, jumping as much as he could with the dark-haired Sauntered-Vaguely-Downward-Angel practically looming over him.

"Sssssorry.", Crowley hissed, not moving from his vaguely stalker-like position, although he did wince at Az's use of the G-word. Damn angel.

"No, you aren't.", Aziraphale stated, flatly.

"No, I'm not.", he agreed equably. It was true, after all - he really wasn't. The look on his face had been priceless. Besides, demons didn't apologize, not even for stealing other bloke's parking spots, and that was just plain rude.

"Now, please move, dear.", Aziraphale said patiently, looking out of the corner of his eye at Crowley, who smirked down at him lecherously. Which wasn't much different than his regular smirk, actually, come to think of it, except that this smirk was tempting him to more than a lunch out on the town.

"Or what, hmm? I'll give the bloody ducks bad ideas?", Crowley sneered, chuckling darkly. Not that he could chuckle any other way, much less lightly - he was a demon, after all, and them doing something 'lightly' simply wouldn't do.

But the sharply-dressed demon relented eventually, and moved around the bench Aziraphale sat on to sit next to him, still uncomfortably close. It didn't help Aziraphael's closeness - or the general uncomfortableness, at that - when he leaned so close to Aziraphale that the angel scowled and looked away, glasses slipping down his nose as Crowley hissed again and tickled him with, of course, his tongue.

Pushing the more fashionably dressed male away, Aziraphale blushed slightly and closed his eyes, murmuring a reproving, "Really, dear?"