I love to headcanon that Zira loves to listen to like early 2000s cheesy pop (Think Brittany Spears and stuff) while cleaning the bookshop gdhdhjdjdj he gets like //really// (dancing all sexy and everything) into it and Crowley is just standing at the doorway watching his husband like: 😍🤤😲
Zira would definitely play it when the shop is closed and he thinks he’s alone and just goes for it.
Broom? Not anymore. Improvised pole now. He’s got the sexy walk down pat. He’s a master with his hips. And he knows exactly what sensual means.
Crowley just about comes undone when he comes upon his angel moving like that.
Aziraphale notices him and stops, a fierce blush creeping up his cheeks.
“Don’t stop,” Crowley growls, “my beautiful angel, so beautiful. Let me join you, in - ah - cleaning.”
Aziraphale grins, warmth filling his chest. “Anything you want my dear, but I can think of something else we can do with our hips.”