Utensil Joy Part Douze

by KawaiiTenshi27

Drabble. Implied slash: Crowley and Aziraphale. One of several drabbles in different fandoms written for a prompt on utensils for spoon and fork. Rating for implications.

Disclaimer: If they actually belonged to me, this wouldn't be fanfiction, now would it?

Warning: Drabble. Oneshot (part of a series of oneshots I'm writing in different fandoms, connected only by the prompt). Slash. Duh.

Utensil Joy

Part Douze

Aziraphale sucks absent-mindedly on his tea-spoon as his eyes flick from word to word, line to line, over the page of the book in front of him. He feels a trifle guilty about reading at the table when he has a guest, but he has been trying to finish this book for three days and it's just gotten interesting, and, besides, it's only Crowley.

A thud from across the table draws Aziraphale's gaze to the fork that is stuck upright, trembling, in the wood of the table, Crowley's fingers still wrapped tightly around the stem, his cheeks a brilliant red.

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