It’s a perfect evening, in every way that matters: the food and wine are impeccable, the atmosphere is cozy and bright, and he has the very best of company sitting across from him, flushing slightly at some of his jokes and offering him a fond smile at others... and silently, brazenly caressing him under the table, which is affecting him more than he wants to let on. And once dessert has been flambé’d and consumed, the bill settled (and of course Aziraphale insists it’s his treat, though since money is a polite fiction it only takes the briefest whisper of magic), he notes with a glance at his watch that they still have the half-hour of spare time he budgeted in.
Aziraphale reaches across the table to take her hand, thumb stroking across the backs of her long fingers before he lifts them to his mouth to kiss. Anyone observing might think the gesture purely romantic, but what they wouldn’t be able to see from a distance is the brief flash of tongue against her skin, the way his eyes glitter with blue fire.
“Something on your mind, temptress?” he murmurs, knowing full well what the answer is. “Should I fetch your coat?”
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1) oh good me too, and 2) oho, something specific?
Date: 2019-12-12 11:05 pm (UTC)Aziraphale reaches across the table to take her hand, thumb stroking across the backs of her long fingers before he lifts them to his mouth to kiss. Anyone observing might think the gesture purely romantic, but what they wouldn’t be able to see from a distance is the brief flash of tongue against her skin, the way his eyes glitter with blue fire.
“Something on your mind, temptress?” he murmurs, knowing full well what the answer is. “Should I fetch your coat?”