smartass_captain

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Of all the bite-sized treats on display, Crowley selects one with a heart on top, and Aziraphale smiles, charmed by the gesture. "It smells delicious," he remarks, picking up on the notes of almond and pear, a sophisticated combination, as Crowley offers it to him.

"How generous," he remarks, just as softly. He wraps his fingers around Crowley's wrist, ostensibly to keep his hand steady, although the way his thumb lightly brushes over the demon's pulse point suggests otherwise. Then he leans forward and takes the confection into his mouth, maintaining eye contact while his lips close a hair's breadth from Crowley's fingertips.

With a pleased exhale, he shuts his eyes and lets the flavors sit on his tongue a moment before chewing and swallowing. "It's delectable, my dear. Here --" He lets go of Crowley's wrist so that he can pluck up another heart-topped square. "For you."

Good thing they've fed one another in public before. Practice makes perfect!