Not even the most famous lovers in history could have continued their amourous activities with ice water running down their bare torso. So, unsurprisingly, Crowley let out an undignified yip and slid quickly away from Aziraphale.

Breathing heavily, he peered into the angel's very blue eyes, suddenly nervous about what they'd been doing, what he'd further wanted to do, and how forward he'd been. He stared wide-eyed and unblinking at Aziraphale as he anxiously waited to hear if he'd crossed the line.