The Wilson-Phale Residence, Back Yard, Friday Evening (07/06)

Jul 06, 2007 20:50

It was just after sunset, and Aziraphale was stretched out on his back in the grass, watching Wilson fuss a bit with the rich garden grew behind their house. Despite being an angel, he'd never learned the knack of caring for plants -- that was always Crowley's thing -- and so when left up to him, the garden simply grew, as if it knew it was ( Read more... )

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doctorjwilson July 7 2007, 01:05:01 UTC
"I almost have this last bit of rosemary in, just a moment!" He called back as he set the little herb plant into the ground and carefully pushed soil in around it.

Marking it with a small tab and feeding it a bit of water, he stood up and washed the rest of the dirt off his hands before heading over towards where the angel was stretched out on the grass.

"You resemble an overgrown cat, you know that don't you?" He teased lovingly as he folded himself down to sit beside his mate.

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ditheringangel July 7 2007, 01:30:41 UTC
"I'd rather be a duck. Cats don't get to have their wings preened," the angel retorted, grinning up at his lover. "Are the plants happy? I don't want to wind up with grumpy, jealous plants, you know."

Aziraphale pulled one arm from where it rested behind his head and reached for Wilson's hand. "How are you feeling?" he asked, in a softer voice.

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doctorjwilson July 7 2007, 01:36:05 UTC
"They're very jealous, I am sure you will have to give them a private little rain shower to make up for it," Wilson teased as he reached out to take his lover's hand.

Letting Phale draw him down to the grass with him, Wilson stretched out beside the angel and lay his head against his lover's chest.

"Getting there," he responded softly. "I think at this point I just need to remind my body of what it can do if it puts it's mind to it. Been spending too much time laying about, I've gotten lazy."

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ditheringangel July 7 2007, 01:44:46 UTC
Making a mental note to conjure up a nice cool spring rain on the next dry day, Aziraphale wrapped his arm around the young doctor and bent his head to press a kiss to the man's hair.

"Mmm, yes. Because all the cleaning and cooking you do every day isn't any kind of activity at all."

Still, Wilson did have a point. "There's a Y in town. I imagine it has a pool, or a racquetball court."

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