I really wanted to get it out of my system since people usually only request fluff and angst...

This is gonna b funny cause y'all will be waiting for me to say 'jk haha gotem' but it won't happen

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Crowley licked his chapped lips. Aziraphale twisted his hands together tightly while he did so, waiting. And then he picked up the phone.

He pressed the number onto the gummy keys of the call box and took a deep breath. It started ringing. "It's ringing."

"Yes, dear, that's what phones do," Aziraphale smiled, tapping his fingers together.

"It's been ringing for about 3 of em now," Crowley said anxiously.

"...Yes, that is what phones do," he repeated. Aziraphale really did understand why Crowey was nervous though, he'd be if he was in his position.

"I hope she doesn't pick up," The demon said conversationally.

"Me too."

"Hello, this is Beelzebub, prince of hell. I can't accept your call right now. If you aren't one of my subjects, then fuck off, if you are, then leave a message after the annoying bell sound."

Crowley hooked the phone back onto the receiver, laughing breathlessly. "Thank satan she didn't answer."

"Oh, good!" Aziraphale outstretched his arms, and Crowley pulled his upwards for a kiss.

They were both glad they didn't have to tell Beelzebub about their wedding this night. It could wait. For tomorrow.

Because currently, Crowley had Aziraphale pressed against the phone box glass, deepening the kiss.

Their wedding was in a few days, and the only people who knew were Anathema, Newt, Shadwell, Adam and the Them, and the Almighty.

All of them were going to show up.

Aziraphale felt Crowley's tongue slide into his mouth and swirl around with his own, making the author remember that she doesn't know anyone who reads this so she won't be embarrassed. :)

Crowley broke apart for a second, taking in a short breath and then continuing to makeout with his angel. This was probably his favorite thing to do, and he wished he could do it more often.

Aziraphale liked being pushed against things, but only by Crowley, for some odd reason. He didn't know why. He told Crowley this, and he had called it a 'kink'. And ever since then, that's what he's done, pushed him against things.

At this point in time, the demon was gently pressing his hips into Aziraphale's, and he took notice, pulling away from his face.

"Wait, wait," he smiled, breaking a string of spit with his hand. "We can't fuck in a phone box."

"Why did you have to curse?" Crowley whined, pressing their foreheads together.

"Right, sorry," Aziraphale said, catching his breath finally. "Let's go home, hmm?"

"...Fine," said his fiance, and they miracled out of the brightly lit box.

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