“In keeping with the season,” Aziraphale says mildly, the pad of his thumb tracing gently over the base of her palm. It might be something of a minor miracle if he resists the temptation to slip under the table to taste her between courses[1]. “Flaming pudding, lights everywhere, fireplaces—it’s all very cozy, now that the year’s drawn in.”
He glances up, watches the passing lights of the city flash off her glasses and over the familiar contours of her face.
“I’m sure the staff at the Ritz must think I’m a cad,” he remarks, in a conspiratorial tone. “Dining with two gorgeous redheads, but never both at once. Makes me wonder how many of them are waiting for a dramatic contretemps over the fish course, should one of my paramours discover the existence of the other[2].”
[1] This hadn’t happened yet, at the Ritz or anywhere else, but it was starting to feel like only a matter of time.
[2] Truthfully, there were a handful of waiters who had been wondering, until a junior sommelier pointed out that it was entirely possible Mr Fell’s partner was genderqueer, and anyway he always tipped well enough that if he was seeing two different people it was in their best interests to keep quiet about it.
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timeasmymeasure
HEH HEH HEH. (Part of it is the ring but the other part is a much bigger reveal.)
Date: 2019-12-05 05:27 pm (UTC)He glances up, watches the passing lights of the city flash off her glasses and over the familiar contours of her face.
“I’m sure the staff at the Ritz must think I’m a cad,” he remarks, in a conspiratorial tone. “Dining with two gorgeous redheads, but never both at once. Makes me wonder how many of them are waiting for a dramatic contretemps over the fish course, should one of my paramours discover the existence of the other[2].”
[1] This hadn’t happened yet, at the Ritz or anywhere else, but it was starting to feel like only a matter of time.
[2] Truthfully, there were a handful of waiters who had been wondering, until a junior sommelier pointed out that it was entirely possible Mr Fell’s partner was genderqueer, and anyway he always tipped well enough that if he was seeing two different people it was in their best interests to keep quiet about it.