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"You taste like eggnog," Sam said as he pulled back from a kiss. He never knew exactly what he thought Lucifer should taste like. Maybe like fire or lightning or the air after a storm, or that first 5 seconds of a stick of Juicy Fruit before it loses its flavor. But his angel never tasted like any of that. Lucifer just tasted entirely too human and like whatever had been in his mouth last, usually toothpaste or M&Ms or whatever Sam had eaten for lunch and let Lucifer have a bite of.
"I had a cup earlier, remember." Lucifer laughed and kissed Sam again softly. "You, however, taste more like bourbon than eggnog."
Sam laughed tipsily in return. "You don't mind, do you?"
"No," Lucifer shook his head as he leaned in for another kiss. "I don't mind at all."