"Crowley?"
"Hmm?"
"How long do you think it will continue to be this hot?"
"According to the weather, at least until Sunday. Then the temperature should drop a bit," he peeks at him out of the corner of his eye, "why?"
"When did you say you were going to town with Anathema?"
"Probably Friday late morning. I'll be back before dinner, though."
"Good," Aziraphale nods, lowering his gaze to the book and starting again to massaging Anthony's right buttock with strong fingers, but almost distracted gestures. "I advise against buying clothes that are too covering."
The artist's eyes barely shine. "Did you have an idea for Saturday?"
"Perhaps," whispers the Lord, unable to hold back a small smile.
"And do you want it to be a surprise, or are you going to give me an idea of the scene you're thinking of?"
"We can say," Aziraphale replies distractedly, trying to hide the amused air in his gaze, "that in heat like this it might be a good idea to have some ice on hand, don't you think, Anthony dear?"
"Fuck yes!" Exclaims the artist, eyes wide and breath ragged.
Aziraphale gives him a sly glance, not sparing himself a playful slap exactly where he was groping him before.
"Language!" He scolds him.
Anthony bursts out laughing, but anticipation bubbles up in his stomach.
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