Crowley's eyes went wide. "Not in the Bentley...! Over there."

He pointed to a ridge nearby. On the far side was an empty field where they wouldn't be visible from the road if anyone did happen to drive by. Not that the demon would mind if they were seen, being a terrible exhibitionist, but he figured Aziraphale would, unless he was even kinkier than he'd admitted to already. Nearly hauling the angel out of the car bodily, heart pounding with excitement, he dragged him to the area, miracled a soft blanket and flopped onto it, casually inviting Aziraphale to join him with a come-hither smile.