Ooohhh, those kiss prompts sound nice! (yes hello how are you it's been a while (hahaha I'm very funny)) sooooo, I'd say, Ineffable Husbands (duh), aaaaand... 17 or 41? :D k byyyyye
Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss: 17. … to distract
Thank you for the ask ;D Hope you enjoy!
Aziraphale was reading peacefully, quietly. In silence. In total and perfect silence. Well, he had been reading in total and perfect silence, up until a few minutes ago, when Crowley had started a very long chain of loud signs. His phone had turned into a boring distraction, apparently, and his next activity was to bother Aziraphale. He did not purposefully did it, but Aziraphale knew he needed attention in some moments.
The thing was, the book was extremely interesting, as books usually are, and the angel did not want to cave in as easily as he had done on multiple separate occurrences.
When the serpent started moving, slithering on his laps to get his attention, sneaking an arm around him to get closer to him, standing to read his book behind his shoulder, Aziraphale sighed too. He wanted nothing more than to shove this evil fiend off and read in peace. He did not actually want Crowley to go away, but sometimes he wanted to read a book on his own terms. Crowley was… well, he was a dramatic, needy demon, and he needed to be dealt with, to have some quiet back.
Aziraphale did the next best thing he thought would work. Crowley was still bending over the sofa to get a closer look at the pages without even reading them, his head close to Aziraphale’s shoulders. He really only had to turn his head to the side, and the deed would be done.
So he did.
He turned his head, pecked Crowley’s cheek, so close to his lips that he could taste the red wine they had been drinking, and went back to reading, as if nothing had ever happened.
Crowley’s words caught in his throat in a muffled, choking noise, and his head dropped against Aziraphale’s shoulders. His inability to see the other’s face allowed him to smile smugly and widely. He would have laughed evilly if he knew it could not possibly hurt Crowley’s ego, but he could not be sure of that. So he settled for a reassuring pat on the back of his head as Crowley expressed his embarrassment in different complaining noises.
Of course, it didn’t work for a long time, but Aziraphale was able to reach the end of his chapter by the time Crowley recovered from his once-again dramatic reaction.
