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“Well, that looks scrumptious.” Crowley said, leaning over Aziraphale's shoulder as he watched the angel begin to frost the cake he had pulled out of the oven. His cheek pressed against Aziraphale’s, turning inward just a bit and pressing his lips against the flesh.
“Yes well,” Aziraphale began, leaning back into the demon, Crowley’s arms wrapping around his waist and practically fusing their bodies closer together. “I sure hope so. It’s my famous angel food cake.” Aziraphale continued, reaching for the palette knife.
“Oh?” Crowley asked, hands falling from Aziraphale’s waist as he reached for the fork that had been left out, intent to pierce the cake and steal a bite.
Fortunately, Aziraphale was fast, smacking at his hand with a playful pout, “Oh no you don’t, you wily serpent.” He said, stealing the fork back and placing it on his other side. “This is for Nina and Maggie, Darling.” He explained, as if that would deter the demon from attempting to swipe another attempted heist.
Crowley pouted, arms crossed as he leaned against the counter. Aziraphale could only laugh, setting the knife down and stepping to the side so as to box Crowley in. Aziraphale’s eyes half lidded and a smile on his face. “Don’t worry, love.” He said, leaning in close to their lips were almost touching, “I’ll make it up to you later.” He promised.
Crowley turned a deep shade of crimson, his voice catching in his throat as he struggled to make words but all that came out was a strangled “Ngk” before Aziraphale closed the miniscule distance between them and kissed him.
The cake lay forgotten for now, but it was nothing a small miracle wouldn’t fix.