"My darling, we fucked in every room of the bookshop as requested." Aziraphale said when the two finally stopped, lying in each other's arms in the back room of the shop.
"Right." Crowley concurred. "What would my angel like to do now?" Crowley ran his fingers through Aziraphale's pale blond curls.
"When's dinner?"
"Not for a little bit, which means that we can do the presents now, or do it at the Ritz like we planned…"
"Presents now dear." Aziraphale replied. "But we should probably get dressed or we won't be able to concentrate."