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Aziraphale had learned that it was very difficult to read whilst one had a demon on their lap. It wasn't such a bad problem to have, really. And in all fairness to Crowley, it wasn't his fault. He was just sitting there, looking at his phone, not being distracting, just as Aziraphale had requested.
It's just... he was so distracting. Just sitting there, minding his own business. It was like he was begging to be kissed. So, Aziraphale did just that, leaning over and catching Crowley's lips, delightedly drinking in the surprised noise the demon made.
A few minutes later he pulled away with an exasperated huff of breath. "Crowley, dear, please. I am trying to read."
Crowley chuckled softly. "Angel, that's the fourteenth time you've done this. Would you like me to move?"
Aziraphale looked away from his book to glare down at Crowley. "Don't you dare."