Holy Hell - The First Course

This was, by far, the worst blind date Az had ever been on.

The irritated angel crossed her arms under her bust and tucked one leg under the other. Across the table from her, her unexpected dinner partner did the same. The other woman glanced around awkwardly for a second before sighing. She started, “Ok, well, this isn’t what either of us might have wanted, but… it’s not, like, the worst thing that could’ve happened, right?”

Az cocked an eyebrow. Her wings twitched in their bindings, reflecting just how much Az wanted to fly out of this mortal restaurant as soon as possible. “Are you really trying to suggest that you’re fine with this? Really?”

“Well… uh… maaaybe?” The other woman scratched her neck and gave an awkward smile. Her pointed tail flicked around on the floor behind her nervously. “Like, we probably don’t have a lot in common, but I do kinda have a thing for wings and eyes, so…”

“Eugh.” Az clicked her tongue. Honestly, she should just get up and leave right now. Seriously? An angel and a devil? What kind of ridiculous programming had made her dating app think this was a good idea? If she had known what her date was going to be, she never would have come here.

The devil was cute, sure. She wasn’t very tall, but she had a body with some curves Az could see herself having fun with. What she couldn’t enjoy were the two short horns and two longer curved horns protruding from her vibrant violet hair or the long, thin tail that had just curled around the leg of her chair. Az was an angel, for lord’s sake! She was tall and radiant! Her figure was petite and perfect, her scarlet hair flawless, and her flowing dress was elegant! Meanwhile, the gremlin across from her was dressed in scruffy masculine clothes that did her above-average figure no favors. The more Az looked, the less she could understand why they had been matched.

The devil cleared her throat and bit her lip. “O-Ok, so, uh… introductions, I guess? I’m Lillian, or ‘VioletMama’ on Flickr. I like sappy movies, mall dates, and trips to prisons so I can absorb the ambient suffering. What about you?”

“Azraea.”

Lillian looked at Az for a few moments, likely expecting her to continue, but when the angel didn’t, Lillian’s little smile faltered a bit. She said, “Um, ok, well… Look, Flickr paired us up because we had enough in common to potentially make it work, right? So if we can figure that out, then maybe this could be a fun new experience for both of us…?”

Az rolled her eyes, but… the she-devil did have a point. Something was apparently the same between them, as loathe as Az was to admit it. The question was… did Az want to bother trying to find that common ground in the first place…?

Eh, it wasn’t like Az had anything else to do on a Friday night. If she did, she wouldn’t be using an app to go on blind dates every week. She leaned her elbow on the table and her chin on her hand. “Fine. What were the interests you listed?”

Lillian seemed to perk up now that Az was semi-engaged. “Oh! Uh, food was, like, my number one. Then movies, drinks, malls, prisons, hospitals, dentist offices, sports, horseback riding, diving-”

“Hold on a moment- just how many interests did you list?”

“Hm?” Lillian stopped. Her eyes crossed and she started raising and lowering her fingers. “Uuuh… I think I’m a few below the max, so… like… uh…”

Az sighed again. “Why do you list so many? How’s that going to help you find a match?”

“I mean, it’s been working so far,” Lillian responded. “My ‘little black book’ contacts folder has filled out a lot since I started using Flickr.”

The angel couldn’t help but pull her lips back in a grimace. “You’re just looking for one-night stands? How in the world did you get matched with me!?”

Lillian blinked. “Hey, I’m not looking for casual sex, alright? I’m looking for someone fun and stable. I’m just… not opposed to making a night fun even if my date isn’t who I’m looking for long-term.” She brushed a lock of her silky purple hair behind her ear. “What about you, then? What interests did you list?”

“Reading, sleeping, eating,” Az said shortly.

“...Really?”

“Really.”

Lillian pursed her lips. “So, uh… how often do you get dates on this app again?”

“Once every week or two. They never turn out well though.” Az tapped a finger on the table. “I don’t understand why this app can’t find someone with the same interests. They’re very simple. What am I missing…?”

“W-Well… uh…” Lillian cleared her throat and smiled politely. “To start, most people wouldn’t call sleeping or eating ‘interests’.”

“Why not? They’re things I very much enjoy doing. Isn’t that what an interest is?”

“I, uh… ok, you’re not wrong, I guess? But you’re also kinda missing the point?”

Az raised a brow. “Explain.”

“Ok, so, uh… on a dating app, you usually want to list interests that you can do together with someone… or, like, at least something you can talk about with people. Like, reading is a good interest to list.”

Az scowled. She growled, “We both listed eating though, did we not?”

“W-Well, I said food, but, uh, yeah…” Lillian blushed slightly and glanced away. “I just really like food.”

“It looks like we found our common ground then.”

“Y-Yeah, looks like we did…” Lillian replied while still blushing.

Hmph. What a waste. Az picked up her menu and flicked through it. It was true that she loved eating. Az had never found a food she didn’t like. She was also blessed with a divine body incapable of permanent change, meaning she could indulge in her pleasures as often as she wished without harming her holy figure. She just didn’t understand why that put so many others off.

Silence fell over the table for a while as the two looked at their menus. Then the waitress arrived. “Hello! My name is Diana and I’ll be your server for today. Is there anything I can get started for you?”

“Oh, yeah - were there any appetizers you wanted to split, Azra- Azrea- Az-”

“Azraea,” Az hissed. She let out a breath and shook her head. “Yes, there are. I’d like a seashell platter-”

“Certainly! What about-” Diana started to say, but then Az continued.

“-a garlic lover’s plate, and the heart-stoppa mozza’s.”

Diana blinked. “Alright then. A seashell platter, a garlic lover’s, and the mozza’s. What about for drinks?”

Lillian was just staring at Az, but at Diana’s question, she seemed to jump back to the present. “U-Uh, could I get a Bloody Mary and an ice water please?”

“A bottle of red wine,” Az said.

To her credit, Diana seemed to be quick on the uptake compared to other servers Az had experienced. She just wrote down the drinks, then continued, “And are you ready to order your entrees, or do you need some more time?”

“I-I could use a little more time. Are you ready, Azra… Az?”

It irked Az that Lillian had resorted to her nickname (one that she hadn’t even told her), but whatever - that was why the nickname existed in the first place. “I’m ready.”

“Ok then, what can I get for you?”

Az regarded her menu again. “I’ll take a serving of your clam chowder, your filet mignon, your pasta verde, and your steak, cooked medium-rare.”

Again, to her credit, Diana didn’t even falter while she wrote all that down. Instead, she just turned back to Lillian. “Are you ready yet?”

Lillian had once again frozen. She took a sharp breath. “Huh? Oh, r-right. I’ll get the lentil soup, thanks.”

“No problem. I’ll be right back out with your drinks and I’ll bring out your appetizers as they’re ready.” With that, Diana left.

Az noted that Lillian seemed to be looking at her differently now that they’d ordered. She had never been good at reading expressions apart from blatantly obvious ones, so she had no idea what exactly that difference was, but it certainly wasn’t the same. It was nothing new, though. Her dates often went sour soon after ordering food.

“S-So… uh… d-do you have any interests you didn’t list?” Lillian stammered. “Like, writing or movie-watching or…?”

Az thought for a moment. “... I’m partial to dancing.”

“Oh, dancing? I LOVE to dance!” Lillian said happily. She nodded and continued, “What’s your favorite music to dance to? I’m all for raving to EDM music myself, but an old flame taught me to like folk songs and square dancing, and when you get the right crowd together, it can be SO fun!”

“EDM?” Az said confusedly. “Is that a regional genre? I also didn’t know folk was a music genre. I didn’t think that ballads and bardic poems would be popular among mortals these days…”

Lillian frowned. Then she cocked her head to one side. “So, uh… how old did you say you are again?”

“I don’t see how that’s relevant, but I’m eighty-six.”

“How are you that young and yet…” Lillian murmured under her breath. Then she shook her head and smiled up at Az. “Ok, so, uh… what do you like to dance to?”

“Metal. I’m told that I’m excellent at head-banging.”

“I… I really don’t know how to respond to that.”

Az sighed heavily and leaned back in her seat. Her wings twitched in their bindings again and she grimaced. She wished she could just let her wings loose, but they might shed feathers or disturb other diners, so she had to have them bound to her back. It didn’t get any easier even after so many weeks of doing it, either. She couldn’t wait to get this mess of a night done with so she could let them breathe and stretch them out with a quick fight home…

Still, it seemed like Lillian wasn’t ready to let the date flop just yet. “S-So… uh… I guess you, uh, really do like eating, huh?”

“That’s why I said I did, yes.”

“W-Well, yeah, but… most people that ‘like’ eating still don’t eat that much…”

Az knew where this was going. She’d heard this conversation path all too many times before. “Yes, I’m aware. What are you getting at?”

“O-Oh, no, it’s just that…”

Here we go.

“I-I mean, I just…”

Here it comes.

“I just wanna say…”

Az was ready.

Lillian squeezed her eyes shut. “I- When I say I like food, I mean I like OTHER people eating food!”

… What?

Lillian’s face was bright red and her tail was thrashing around behind her. “It’s super embarrassing, but I really like people who can eat a lot!” Lillian opened her eyes but couldn’t seem to meet Az’s gaze. “A-And I mean that in, uh… like, a hot way… and not, like, just an admiration thing…”

“You… Are you joking right now?” Az said slowly. Suspiciously.

Lillian’s eyes went wide. “O-Of course not! My heart is stabbing me in my spleen right now with how nervous I am right now! I, like, NEVER tell ANYONE about this! It’s way too weird!”

For the first time in years, Az had been taken off-guard. She bit her lip and considered the bundle of nerves sitting across from her. The she-devil truly didn’t seem to be lying… but what kind of a fetish was watching people eat a lot? What kind of freak would get off to something like that?

A pregnant pause turned into a multi-minute blanket of silence. Then, mercifully, Diana returned with their drinks and the seashell platter. “Here you are! Just let me know if you need anything else, ok?”

“Sure,” Az responded curtly. She popped open the bottle of wine, poured out a glass, and sipped at it. Was it good wine? Az had no idea. All wine tasted the same to her. She just liked the taste and how a few bottles would make her feel fuzzy inside. She glanced over at Lillian and saw the woman pounding back her Bloody Mary.

Az thought for a moment. Lillian was a devil, which was a big turn-off. She was talkative, which was annoying, but would be nice for making phone calls and taking attention off of Az. Physically, she was mostly Az’s type apart from her height. Most importantly, she didn’t seem like she’d be calling Az a freak for how much she ate. In hindsight, she probably also shouldn’t have thought of Lillian as a freak for the fetish thing considering how much Az herself hated that word. Az shook her head. Ok, assign point values to each pro and con, tally them up, and…

Crud. Lillian was up by two points. She was the first date Az had had in over a year that was at positive points at all by this point in the night. How the heck had a devil managed to…?

“So… you… like people eating. That’s a… thing, I guess,” Az said awkwardly. She was out of practice when it came to being polite to her dates. She picked up a mussel from her seashell platter and ate it neatly - shell and all. “Do you… like people eating… particular things…?”

Lillian spluttered. She set her drink down while coughing, grabbing around for a napkin. She wiped off her mouth and the table, then stared at Az. “Are you… really interested? Or are you just trying to be polite?”

“I’m being polite,” Az said bluntly. She picked a clam to eat next.

“Uh… right. Ok. At least you’re honest, I guess…” Lillian was playing with a loose strand of hair. “Well, uh… I guess I do have preferences, but it’s mostly just about what doesn’t make a mess? Oh, though now that I’m thinking about it, I guess I do like solid foods more than liquid since that gets a firmer, heavier stomach…”

Firmness and heaviness were factors, as well as messiness? Noted. “Anything else?”

“Uuuh…” The flush on Lillian’s face seemed to rise under Az’s watchful eyes. “S-Sorry, I’m a little flustered. I-I’ve never really talked to anyone about this stuff in real life…”

Az crunched another mussel into a paste and swallowed it down. “Take your time. I’m not a fast eater.”

“R-Right…” Lilian watched as Az crushed through a scallop. “So, uh… do you get a rise out of eating a lot, or…?”

“A rise?” Az asked absently. She thought for a moment. “Hmm… I suppose I do, but likely not in the way you do.”

Lillian took another gulp of her drink. “Uh… By the way, you’re talking a lot different than you were at first…”

Az flinched. “W-Well… As I said, I’m trying to be polite. Don’t think too far into it.”

“Um… ok…” Lillian fell silent for a little while. Az was close to finishing off the seashell platter when both the garlic lover’s platter (which was just a huge basket of garlic bread) and the heart-stoppa mozza’s (a pyramid of mozzarella sticks) arrived. Then, just as Az ate her last clam and started on a piece of garlic bread, Lillian spoke up again, “Hey, so, uh… you’re an angel, right?”

Az raised an eyebrow. “What else would I be?”

“N-No, that’s not what I-” Lillian swallowed hard. “No, what I mean is that, uh… your body is, like, frozen in time or whatever, right? So when you eat a lot of food, do you still…”

Ok, with the context of Lillian’s kink, Az knew where this was going. “Celestial forms are everlasting, not ‘frozen in time’. Our bodies can undergo temporary changes, such as having dyed hair, sustaining injuries, or yes, getting bloated.”

Lillian’s face rook on a crimson glow again. “S-Sorry, I’ve just- uh, never really talked with an angel before, so I didn’t know the specifics.”

Az rolled her eyes and filled her mouth with more garlic bread. She purred contentedly. The puffy bread, strong garlic, and rich butter all made this food one of Az’s favorites. The only downside was how messy it could be, but that wasn’t enough to dissuade the angle from eating her fill. She glanced up at Lillian. Once her mouth was free again, she said, “If you’d like proof, I can show you. I’m not quite bloated yet, but I’m sure I will be by the end of this basket.”

“Wh-Wha-?” Lillian stuttered. Her ears started to join her face in going red as her eyes flicked between Az’s eyes and where her stomach was. “I-I mean, that would be amazing, but a-are you sure? W-We’re in a public restaurant-”

“So?” Az asked pointedly. She ripped another hunk of bread off and swallowed it quickly. “I never thought a devil would be the warning me to be modest.”

The she-devil hastily shook her head. “N-No, it’s not that! I was just worried if you’d be putting yourself out doing that!”

Az scoffed. “A considerate devil? Now I’ve seen everything.” She washed another big hunk of bread down with the rest of her glass of wine and poured out another glass. “I’m already being overly considerate by restricting my wings. As far as I’m concerned, anything short of stripping naked, screaming aloud, or eating other patron’s food is well within my rights.”

Lillian blinked. “You… really don’t care about what other people think, huh?”

“Of course not. Why should I?” Az carefully moved a lock of hair behind her shoulder with the back of her hand to not touch it with her greasy, buttery fingers. “My body is mine and mine alone. Why should I care if they look or if they approve of what I do with it - or disapprove, for that matter?”

“That’s an angel for you, I guess,” Lillian laughed. For some reason, the blush was fading from her face and she seemed… calmer. She leaned on the table and watched while Az ate a few more slices of bread. “So… How many times can I ask for a look?”

“I don’t see a reason for a limit.”

“Then can I see now? It would be cool to see your starting point.”

Az shrugged. She wiped her hands off on a napkin and stood up. This caught a few wandering eyes considering her height and beauty, but that didn’t matter much. She turned to the side from Lillian’s seat and ran a hand down her front, smoothing out her dress against her stomach. It wasn’t much, but her normally svelte middle had a small lump on it from what she’d eaten so far. Az glanced at Lillian. The she-devil had a happy little grin on her face and her tail was up and swishing eagerly behind her. Az couldn’t help but chuckle once as she sat back down. Another plus: for the most part, this woman wore her heart on her sleeves, so it was easy for even someone like Az to read her.

“By the way…”Lillian said while Az once again started eating. “Is there anything you want me to do? I feel kinda bad asking you to do stuff while I just sit here and watch.”

“You don’t have to do anything,” Az said succinctly once her mouth was free of bread. She took another few sips of wine and lamented that there were only a couple of pieces of bread left. At least the mozzarella sticks would be just as good. “I enjoy eating and you enjoy watching others eat. This works out well for both of us, doesn’t it?”

“W-Well, yeah, when you put it like that…” Lillian clutched her hands together on the table in front of her. “Still though…”

Az sighed. “Fine. Then what do you think you should do for me?”

Lillian blinked in surprise. “Wh-What do I think?”

“Yes,” Az said pointedly. She gulped down the last bit of bread and sighed. Then she picked up a mozzarella stick. “I already told you I think this is just fine, but you don’t feel the same. Therefore, you should figure out what you want me to want you to do.”

“I… uh… guess that makes sense…?” Lillian said uncertainly. She again fell into silence while Az carefully yet deliberately worked her way through the pile of fried cheese-stick deliciousness. Then she started to make suggestions.

“Should I pick up the bill?”

Az shook her head. “Money is no object to me.”

“I could run out and get antacids just in case?”

Head shake. “I don’t get heartburn and indigestion isn’t an issue.”

“Do you want pictures? I can take pictures.”

“If you want to take pictures, you can. I don’t need them though.”

“Uuuuh…” Lillian bit her lip and rubbed her arms. “I could… uh… I could… feed you?”

This made Az pause for a moment. “Feed me? Hmm… I don’t see how that might help.”

“O-Oh, w-well…” The she-devil glanced away from Az. “Your, uh, arms would get a rest? All you’d have to do is sit there and eat what I give you.”

That… did sound enticing, truthfully. To fully embrace such sloth and remove all movement from eating… to be able to sit and gorge herself to satisfaction without moving a muscle… it was sinfully tempting. Yet…

“How would that work, exactly? It seems as if it would be difficult in this setting.”

Lillian looked back to Az, then down at the table between them. It only had two seats and was long enough that one person couldn’t easily reach the body of the other. There also wasn’t enough room to the sides of the table to move a chair without blocking off the server’s path. A drop of sweat slid down Lillian’s neck. “Uh, right. Yeah. True. A-Another time, then?”

Another time, hm? Well… Lillian was in the positive at the moment, so… “Perhaps.”

The short woman’s ears perked up at this. She giggled once. Then her eyes sparkled. “Oh, yeah! I don’t have to do something right now! I can do it next time!”

“Sure, sure. You can pamper me later if you wish,” Az said with half a mouthful of gooey cheese. Lord above, human food really was addictive. If Az was capable of gaining weight, she’d likely put on a dozen pounds just from the heavenly taste of fried foods alone.

Az cleanly polished off the pyramid of cheese on her own while her date rested her head on her hands and watched, a happy hum in her throat and a whimsical swish in her tail. She had to admit, being admired like this wasn’t bad. She usually got looks of disgust or confusion when she ate so much, so to be looked at lustfully like this instead… no, this wasn’t a bad feeling at all. Az could get used to this.

With momentous timing, Diana arrived with Lillian’s soup and Az’s pasta and fillet mignon just as Az finished cleaning off her fingers on her napkin. “Is it alright if I bring your other two orders out in a little bit?” Diana asked tentatively while swapping the cleaned-off appetizer platters with entree dishes. “We can keep your food warm for you and keep your table clear that way if you want.”

“Yes, that’s fine,” Az said off-handedly. She took a deep sniff of the food in front of her and practically swooned. She would never get tired of human food~.

Diana left and Az picked up her fork and spoon. First, the pasta. She twirled up a generous portion on her fork using her spoon, then filled her mouth with it. The rich and tart yet earthy taste of whatever was in the green sauce was so amazing! She quickly swallowed her first mouthful so that she could get another as soon as she could. Then another soon after that. Then, as expected, another.

“Could I get a little look again?” Lillian’s words cut into Az’s pasta-born stupor. The angel glared over at her date, who flinched. “Uh… please?”

Hmph. Well, Az had promised unlimited requests, so this was her own fault. She grumbled under her breath, but ultimately set her utensils down to stand up again. She wanted to rush this, but if she had to do this, she might as well make it worthwhile for the one asking - what would be the point of interrupting her eating otherwise?

The angel stretched her arms above her head and turned to the side. Her dress rode up her body as she stretched, moving up the slope of the food baby she’d developed. It was a modest bump now, one that was notably visible just from Az standing up straight. She then reached down and pulled at her dress to straighten it, as well as to pull it tight over her stomach. Only then was it clear just how rounded her stomach had become. The dense bulk of the mozza sticks and the volume of the bread had proven a good combo for stomach size, it seemed. From the giddy, blushy grin on Lillian’s face, it seemed that the devil agreed with her.

A few murmurs started going around the restaurant as Az sat back down. She paid them no heed, instead returning to her pasta with gusto. Lillian, however, apparently wasn’t able to do the same. “Uh… I think they’re talking about you, Az…”

Az wiped at her mouth with a napkin, swallowed, and raised a brow at Lillian. “So? Let them talk. Their gossip isn’t worth respecting.”

The shorter woman looked at Az with some weird expression Az couldn’t place, then smiled. “Right!” After that, she started on her soup.

Hmph. Strange woman. Still, from the way she’d been looking, at least Az’s meal interruption had been worth it. Now she could continue without irritation. She took a heavy drag on a fresh glass of wine, then helped herself to another heaping portion of green pasta. She smiled contentedly. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt like smiling on a date. Now if only it weren’t with a devil of all things…

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*Hic-uuuuuUuurp*

Az set down her fork and knife, then tugged at her dress. It was uncomfortably tight and firmly plastered against her body by this point, so the tugging didn’t do much. The dress would shoot up and give her room to breathe once she stood up, though. Speaking of which…

“I’m surprised that you haven’t asked for- *uurp* a final look yet.”

Across the table, Lillian had an oddly serious look on her face. She shut her eyes and said, completely seriously, “I’m bracing myself. If I’m not ready, I might explode just from the sheer magnitude of your gut.”

Az stared at Lillian for a few seconds but shrugged. She drained her wine glass for the final time and covered her mouth to muffle what had promised to be a louder belch. Her dinner was now, unfortunately, over. Everything had been delicious, just as expected. She was even tempted to order a few more dishes. By now, she knew for a fact that Lillian wouldn’t complain, but… Az had her rules. She didn’t allow herself to eat for more than two hours when she went out to eat. Otherwise, she’d cause trouble for the restaurant, its workers, and the other diners. It was a shame, but with the two-hour mark only a few minutes away, Az would have to call her meal here.

“Ok, ok, I’m ready!” Lillian spoke up. Then she shook her head. “No, wait! Before that - what about dessert? No, before THAT - could you even fit dessert in there? The last time you stood up, you looked like you were gonna pop out of your dress!”

Az chuckled. Lillian’s concerns were eccentric and oddly adorable. “I could easily fit dessert. I shouldn’t though. We’ve spent more than enough time occupying this table.”

“Huh?” Lillian pulled out her phone. “Oh damn, it’s already this late? I didn’t even realize. How’d that happen?”

Az burped into her hand again and pulled out her clutch to get her credit card. “I’ve had a delightful time tonight, which was… unexpected, to put it bluntly.”

Lillian got a stupid smile on her face. “Yeah, I did too. It kinda felt like we didn’t really talk any, though. You were just eating and I was just staring…”

“If we both enjoyed it, then what’s wrong with that?” Az mused. She put her card on the table only to find that another card was already there. Did Lillian intend to split the check even though most of the cost went straight to Az’s stomach? That was generous of her.

Diana came and picked up the cards. Then the she-devil bit her lip. Her tail lifted up and curled around her bicep while she fiddled with her napkin. “We, uh… We could still get dessert somewhere else, right?”

A date continuation? It would be a little rough walking around with her stomach this size, but… she felt like she wasn’t ready for the night to end yet. “We could. Do you have a place in mind?”

“O-oh!” Lillian started as if surprised that Az had agreed. “W-Well, there’s a gelato place kinda nearby, or there’s a bakery with a really sweet old couple running it a few blocks down, or there’s this abr I like where the owner sells his home-made ice cream, or… uh…” Lillian’s face turned several shades more scarlet. “W-We could… I-I mean, I like to bake, so I’ve got a bunch of sweets at… uh, a-at home…?”

Az raised an eyebrow. “Are you inviting me back to your place on the first date? That’s rather forward of you.”

Lillian’s eyes widened and she hastily stood up. “N-No, I d-didn’t- I wasn’t trying to- ok, m-maybe I was, but I-”

“I didn’t say no.”

Lillian froze mid-freak-out. “Uh… wha…?”

Diana returned with their cards, two receipts, and a pen. Az signed her receipt, giving Diana a twenty-five percent tip (Az hated people, not servers), and toom her card. With a small huff, she stood up. Freed from the weight of her body, her dress shot up her front a good ways up her now expanded body. Az’s stomach jutted out from her formerly slim frame like a sore thumb. Her dress did little to hide it either. Az reached her arms above her head and stretched. While she did, she eyed Lillian’s gaze, which flitted down to Az’s middle repeatedly. This wasn’t Az’s usual fare, but… she could work with this.

“I told you; I didn’t say no.” Az walked around the table. Her wing brushed against Lillian as she walked past. She called casually over her shoulder, “What kinds of sweets do you have? Depending on what you have, I might be persuaded to come over for a bite and some coffee.”

Lillian’s confused voice trailed after Az, “But didn’t your bio say that you hate cof-” Her words cut off and then there was the frantic sound of pen on receipt followed by scuttling. “I-I’ve got a cherry velvet cake, a tray of lemon cookies, and a few leftover blondies, but I’ve got the ingredients to make just about anything you want!”

Az put a finger to her chin. “Hmm… the cake sounds lovely, but I’m feeling a craving for something with peanut butter.”

“Peanut butter cookies! They’re my old roommate’s fav, so I’ve got the recipe down by heart! It won’t take long at all to make them!”

“Then, if it’s not too much trouble…” Az said coyly. She licked her lips and rested a hand on her distended stomach, which was already rumbling in anticipation. Az wasn’t sure how well a relationship between a devil and an angel could possibly go, but if it kept going this well? She might just find herself fallen in no time~.

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Hey, guess what? More OC's. I have a problem.

I know the concept of forbidden romance between heaven and hell isn't the enwest thing ever, but I really love the concept, ok? I also really love the personailty dynamics I'm building up between these two. I think I'm gonna have a lot of fun...

For, like, three fics. Then I'll get bored or something and move on to older OC's or even more new ones. Who knows? I certainly don't. Hooray for my ADHD brain! 

Anyways, sorry for how long this took to come out this month. The next one shouldn't take nearly as long since I'll be doing another one with these two probably. After that is the monthly exclusive, and then my break in January.

Oh, and the next one's also gonna have way more tum in it than this one, so if this was too tumless for ya... the next one will be fun, I promise~.

See y'all in the next one! Stay comfy in these Christmas times~.