Angels are basically sexless unless they really want to make an effort. Aziraphale has only wanted to make an effort once in history, and he had stopped it because the other man reminded him too much of Crowley. Six weeks after the world didn't end, an angel and a demon meet for tea and start to negotiate the rest of eternity in the New World.

His little educational speeches had somehow left out the freakin' SEX FLOWERS. My take on the classic sex pollen trope.

The Forces of Darkness aren't happy with Crowley regarding this whole saving the world business. Explicit Aziraphale/Crowley slash. Small amounts of angst.

Crowley and Aziraphale discover that Adam's been posting some 'unusual' stories in his online journal. CrowleyxAziraphale.

Aziraphale loses his job. A/C slash.

Aziraphale's patience is tested and Crowley is indecorous. AxC.

Angels are sexless, unless they really want to make an effort". Or unless Crowley, that little devil, really wants to make an effort.

Aziraphale’s powers of observation prove most useful against his associate.

Crowley and Aziraphale meet at the Ritz and down a few drinks, starting a night filled with giggles, biting, and lyrics from a certain Queen song...

Your typical Eden fic featuring Aziraphale and beforehewasCrowley Crawly. Slash.

Crowley's worried about 'The Boys Downstairs'. Aziraphale's defensive about the angelic capacity for anatomical completeness. Events take a turn for the unprecedented.