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Crowley liked chocolate. It suited him: dark, rich, and surprisingly sweet.
Aziraphale didn't much like the stuff, but he liked Crowley, so whenever he bought groceries he made sure to pick up a bar for the demon. Crowley would always accept it with a smile.
Aziraphale was looking for biscuits in the local grocer's when he stumbled upon some intriguing chocolates. They were small and wrapped in silver foil. He brought home a packet to give to Crowley.
"What is it?" Crowley asked, staring at a candy. He popped it into his mouth.
"A kiss," Aziraphale replied.
So Crowley did.
(Later, Aziraphale thought he might be able to like chocolate, especially when it was on Crowley's lips.
Crowley privately thought that the chocolate wasn't so great, but that was okay, because the kissing was nice.)