Today while sorting books Crowley stumbled on his Husband’s Kiss Journal, and it was exactly what he hoped it was.
The only thing more endearing than his angel keeping track of their kisses (organized by location and type, of course) was how quickly he’d abandoned it as impractical.
It seemed that on day three, Aziraphale had counted 60 cheek and forehead kisses before their mid-morning tea. He left a note that he was abandoning the log so that it wouldn’t take away from their kissing time.
Aziraphale didn't know exactly why Crowley insisted on twelve hours of snogging that day, but he certainly didn't complain.




















