Date Night

“One more,” said Aziraphale softly and smiled. “Pretty, please?”
That fucking angel! He knew exactly what he was doing.
“One more,” Crowley repeated, gritting his teeth. “But afterwards, we are going home. And tomorrow, you are taking me on a date.”
Aziraphale quickly fluttered his eyelashes. “A date? This is a date.”
“Well, in that case,” Crowley smiled and pulled Aziraphale closer.
“Not yet!” Aziraphale lightly hit him in the shoulder. “I told you, there is one more ghost we need to save!”
Crowley sighed. "Right, that guy."
Alright, then. Set the ghost free first, kiss that annoying angel second.