Crowley tried to fight boredom walking barefoot by the field. He looked back to make sure he wasn't that far away and Aziraphale were still reading under a tree some meters away from him, unperturbed. Every time Aziraphale opened a book he disappeared from their existential plane. Crowley didn't mind, he loved him that way. He loved how calm and serene Aziraphale looked in the distance surrounded by what looked like a scene from a fairytale. Crowley decided that weren't enough flowers around him.
"Have you finished wandering around dear?" Aziraphale asked without looking up from his book when Crowley walked in front of him.
"There you have. Now you look more like the angel you are." Crowley said placing a flower crown over the dove white hair of Aziraphale's head. Aziraphale chuckled gleeful at the proud smile that appeared in his boyfriend's face.
"Now dear, is this your way to tell me you're bored?" Aziraphale said putting the book at his side and grabbing Crowley's hand, gesturing him to sit.
"Nah angel, I enjoy watching you read." Crowley said sitting in front of him still holding hands.
"Would you also enjoy sitting here with me if I read out loud?"
"Maybe," Crowley said stroking lovingly Aziraphale's face with his free hand. "Just give me a moment." Aziraphale smiled softly, pulling his face closer to Crowley's hand giving it a little kiss on the palm.
They keep staring at each other for a long time. When they were together time didn't mattered, like if it were completely still. Both of them were sure that time stopped every time they were looking at each other's eyes. Crowley caressed tenderly his boyfriend's cheek with his fingers one last time before leaning his head over Aziraphale's legs.
Aziraphale always loved how soft Crowley's hair felt between his fingers. He kept stroking it affectionately with one hand, while reading out loud some love poetry that always made him think about his dearest and mischievous redhead. Aziraphale's hand keep wandering over Crowley's hair and neck, and after a while he lowered it a little more following the path of the snake tattoo on Crowley's arms.
Aziraphale kept reading in his delicate voice, Crowley wasn't exactly paying attention at his words, but he was careful to not miss a single second of Aziraphale voice. Crowley felt ethereal, the fresh perfume of Aziraphale blending in with the smell of a midsummer evening and flowers. The sun was showering them with warm spots of light in between the leaves. Their shoes were scattered at some place near them and the grass was soft as a cloud. Neither of them could ask for anything more perfect.