Books and pictures

The camera shutter sound from Crowley's phone made Aziraphale take his eyes off his book.

"Fuck." Crowley muttered.

"Was that your phone, dear?" Aziraphale asked from the couch.

"What? What are you talking about angel?"

"That sound I've just heard. From your phone. Did you take a picture of me?" Aziraphale insisted.

"You know, not everything is about you, Az, I could have just taken a selfie." He replied.

"You're right, dear, my bad. Thank you for admitting you did take a picture." Aziraphale said as he stared at Crowley judgingly, who had just realized what he had just said. "Care to admit it was a picture of me? Or can I see the one you took of yourself?"

"Alright, alright, I did take a picture of you." He answered, rolling his eyes. Since the angel didn't say anything else but was staring at him, Crowley decided to continue. "You looked so adorable and so focused on that book, I had to take one." He said as his cheeks turned red.

"Oh." Aziraphale's facial expression changed entirely. "I see." Now he was blushing. "Can I at least see the picture, my dear?"

Crowley stood up from the black, cozy chair he loved so much and sat next to the angel on their couch. He unblocked his phone and showed him the picture. It was such a nice photo of the angel, he looked so calm, so peaceful. The sun rays that came through their window made Aziraphale's hair shine as if it had its own light, his glasses were slipping down his nose and his left hand was resting on his cheek as he read. It was a sight Crowley wanted to cherish forever and he couldn't let the moment slip away.

"You just looked so cute, I couldn't resist." Crowley said with a smile, as Aziraphale looked at the photo. "I'll delete it if you want."

"No, no!" Aziraphale replied quickly. "I actually like it." He said as he blushed one more time.

"Who wouldn't appreciate such a beautiful face like yours?" Crowley whispered on Aziraphale's ear, pleased on how things have turned out.

Aziraphale shivered and turned to face Crowley.

"Are you going to let me finish my book? Or am I going to end up kissing you?"

"It seems as it is up to you, angel." Crowley replied, staring at Aziraphale's lips.

Aziraphale gave in and kissed the demon; it was a passionate kiss. He wrapped his arms around Crowley, who cupped his face.

After a brief making out session, Crowley laid on Aziraphale's lap, and while the angel continued reading his book and started playing with the demon's bangs, Crowley changed his lock screen to the most recent picture he had taken of Aziraphale, closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment.