Tradition

It was annoying really, nay, more than annoying. It was infuriating. How long had it been in months, days, weeks, minutes, and seconds? No one really knew. At least, no human because one particular being who would be able to answer the question on how long it had been since you've been thoroughly fucked was a quite agitated demon. Yes, yes, he had gone millennia from experiencing that exquisite act, and he didn't even bother to care for it until he got a taste of it. It being that lovely little angel he was so deeply in love with.

That same little angel who he confessed his love to. Who made his heart jump with joy after he had also confessed. Who he had been living with for the past three years. Who he had given his V card as the kids called it. Who had surprised him with how dominant he could be. Who had proposed marriage in their second anniversary and who, annoyingly stated, while he fucked him good no less, "We should hold off sex until after our wedding. Like the humans do. It's tradition."

Crowley had not been paying attention to his lover's words and had stupidly replied with a nice, "Hmph, oh yes...fuck, angel, yes." It wasn't until the next morning when he had woken in the angel's arms and eagerly anticipated for that morning delight he had gotten used to, that made his mind go back to the previous night. He had fucked up.

"Ah, and this one?" Aziraphale pointed to the menu. "Devil's food cake." He chuckled.

The staff member nodded in earnest and wrote down the order. "So that would be, lemon, almond, chocolate, vanilla, raspberry, both white and chocolate, strawberry, red velvet, and devil's cake."

"Sounds about right."

"Very good." The staff member smiled. "I'll be a minute with your samples. Would you like some wine?"

"Oh, red would be lovely, thank you." The angel gave the staff member that adoring smile he gave the humans who had pleased him. "Shall we taste the carrot cake?" He looked over the menu once more as the staff member walked away. "Look, my darling, they have fruit jams and preserves options. Pineapple." He mumbled. "Shall we taste some of those as well?"

Crowley sighed heavily and leaned back into his seat. "If you'd like."

"A little more enthusiasm for our wedding cake would be welcomed." Aziraphale pursed his lips, still scanning the menu.

Crowley licked his lips and sat straight. "Sorry, sorry, angel. It's been," he sighed again, "a long day."

Aziraphale placed the menu on the table and placed his hand on the demon's own. "Yes, I know, and you've been wonderful. I know the wedding planning is not your cup of tea and you did say for me to take charge but," he smiled that wonderful smile of his, "I want your opinion as much as possible. You never know, I might choose something you disagree with."

"I will like whatever you decide."

Aziraphale furrowed his brow. "Like the flowers?"

Crowley's mouth gaped open for a second before, "You meant well but...those were not on." He teased.

"Here we are." The staff member stated as they set the tray of cake samples on the table before pouring them a glass of wine. "These are the cards you can use to rate the cakes and remember; we can always combine two to three flavors. If you have any questions, I'll be about the room. Take your time."

"Thank you."

"M' thanks."

Aziraphale's eyes twinkled at the delicious sweets in front of him. "My, my, these all look scrumptious." He forked the almond cake first and with just one bite, it had transported him into tastebud heaven. "Mhmm," he moaned, "delicious."