Summary:

In the 1920s Parisian literary salon of Natalie Barney, Crowley and Aziraphale recall a memorable afternoon in Ancient Crete
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They've been at enough of the same salons, parties and gatherings for people to notice that there was something between them. Something… smoldering. Aziraphale knew Crowley's friends were puzzled, they’d never seen a man on her menu before. Tonight, the angel and demon circled each other, their mutual avoidance somehow newly electric. Crowley seems different. Not looking away when Aziraphale glances at her. Not cuddling up in the corner with any of the blushing roses and sturdy daisies who might seek her out.