The sun was setting, everyone had left except for the newlyweds. They had remained on their picnic blanket, admiring the sunset.
Aziraphale was snuggled against Crowley’s chest. "Ineffable." Crowley murmured softly as he ran his fingers through Aziraphale's pale blond curls.
When Aziraphale didn't reply, Crowley realized that the angel was asleep. The demon thought his heart would melt at the sight of Aziraphale, enjoying his first nap, right on him.
Crowley gently scooped his new husband into his arms and carried him to the Bentley.