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Practice means Crowley isn't melting all over himself when Aziraphale takes hold of his wrist. His face may be flushed from the intimate contact, but his attention is entirely on the angel. When did they get so comfortable with all of this... relationship stuff that they did things like this? Thumb over his pulse, eye contact that reaches the core of his being, lips so close to his skin he can feel the warmth of them. They've had plenty of time alone together doing all those things normal couples do, but this somehow feels deeper than all of that. It should be simple - feeding one another is something they did long before they were together - but it's not? It's a very confusing thought for the demon.

Luckily, Aziraphale is a great distraction in and of himself. As the angel takes his hand back, the demon takes a breath to cool himself off. Focus, Crowley. You're in public and haven't greeted the wedding couple yet. You have to stay until you at least do that much. You can do this. You can and will do this.

He smiles when the treat is offered to him and gently takes the whole piece in at once. He has less finesse than the angel at this, and his lips noticeably brush over Aziraphale's fingertips as he closes his mouth. He exhales an approving hum as he savors the bite, eyes closing behind his sunglasses to give him another moment to recover. It's an exquisite dessert and the flavor helps him focus on what's happening now rather than on all the other thoughts rolling around in his head.

"Wonderful," he agrees when he's finished the treat. "Everything's been amazing." The food and the company, though Crowley would say the latter far exceeds the former.