Tongue nowhere near as talented as Crowley's, Aziraphale still curled it around Crowley's sweet finger, sucking away the taste of cocoa, milk and sugar. "Lovely," he praised, around his mouthful, and he wasn't referring to the chocolate.
Crowley's hand caught a sticky spot as it traced its way down, and Aziraphale smiled, "You missed a spot. Or three."
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Date: 2006-09-10 10:34 am (UTC)Crowley's hand caught a sticky spot as it traced its way down, and Aziraphale smiled, "You missed a spot. Or three."