[Aziraphale has never forgotten that brief moment in the former Satanic nunnery. It was the closest that they'd ever gotten, physically, close enough that Aziraphale could feel the heat of Crowley's body all along his and count every freckle on his snarling, gorgeous face. He had assumed that his attraction at the time was not only inappropriate for the occasion, but in general, as well.

It's only as he's being pinned into the cushy mattress with a wickedly grinning Crowley that he's starting to think otherwise.

He returns the kiss eagerly, relaxing into this new and very much wanted state of being, having Crowley lie atop him with very few clothes in between.]

I was wondering where you were intending to go with your tirade about not being nice. [A glint appears in his own eyes and he adds:] Of course, if you truly had me pinned, I wouldn't be able to do this.

[His hands slide down to Crowley's rear and squeeze playfully.]