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Crowley didn’t really know what was so special about this particular book but Aziraphale had been after it for ages. It was a very early printing of the Bible; Crowley was pretty sure Aziraphale had explained it at some point and while maybe he had been listening to the name, he certainly hadn't been listening to its significance. Either way, he had managed to track it down, one of the very few copies of this book that still existed. Or maybe it was the only copy. Whatever. It was a very rare copy that he had tracked down and was now gifting to his angel just because he could. Just because he wanted to show him how much he cared.
When Aziraphale held the leather-bound tome between his hands, his whole face lit up and he breathed out an, “Oh, Crowley!” Crowley barely had time to react before his arms were full of the angel, Aziraphale's arms wrapped around his neck, causing the sleeves of his shirt to rub against the back of the demon’s neck in a way he wasn’t sure was pleasant, “Ngk-!” He started to protest but was cut off by a short kiss to his lips that Crowley barely registered before Aziraphle’s lips were everywhere else on his face. Crowley’s cheeks heated but he didn’t stop the other, finding it quite pleasant. There was no rhyme or reason to his kisses, they were just planted on every square inch of the demon’s face.
“Thank you!” Aziraphle exclaimed after he was satisfied with the kisses he gave Crowley, “Thank you, my dear. This means so much to me.”
Crowley was soft as hell for Aziraphale. He gazed adoringly at his partner, “Anything for you, angel.”