Upstairs at 777 Abby Road, Wednesday Morning (01/09)

Jan 09, 2008 11:30

Aziraphale had finished the Tuesday Leaf shift feeling tired and unsettled, and Wilson had demonstrated that gentle understanding which always endeared him so much to the angel by fixing a light supper of sandwiches and soup and then settling them both in the living room with an old black and white movie. The angel had fallen asleep on the couch, ( Read more... )

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doctorjwilson January 9 2008, 17:06:00 UTC
Wilson had been reminded of a conversation many years ago when they had talked about what it would be like if Aziraphale had a different form and the young doctor had assured his mate he would love him still. It certainly didn't hurt that Phale had gotten turned into a smokin hot woman and while Wilson had settled himself into a decade of appreciating the male form, he'd been considering broaching the subject of seeing if the angel would be interested in trying things out as a woman.

You know, in case the changed lasted.

However, for the first time in over a week, Wilson was slowly waking to the divine scent of feathers and his fingers burrowed eagerly into the softness of a broad white wing.

"Mmmmm, wiiiinnngg."

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ditheringangel January 9 2008, 17:09:19 UTC
"Mmmmm," the angel agreed happily, snuggling up closer, as his wings streeeeeeetched out across the bed. A week was far too long to go without feeling those skillful fingers in his feathers, and Aziraphale sighed, deeply, and turned his head to press a kiss to Wilson's chest.

"Oh, it feels good to be back to normal."

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doctorjwilson January 9 2008, 17:14:43 UTC
Wilson chuckled and dropped a kiss on the top of his mate's blessedly short blonde hair.

"Normal, love?"

Because really, was there any such thing as 'normal' in their lives?

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ditheringangel January 9 2008, 17:22:21 UTC
Hey, there was a certain level of normal! For instance, having wings and not having breasts. Aziraphale would take his normal where he could get it.

Sitting up a little, enough so he could look down into his lover's face, the angel smiled. "Oh, you know, things like being able to do this."

He rested his weight on one arm, and held open his palm, revealing a red rose petal. "It was an interesting experience, but I'm glad to be an angel again."

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