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
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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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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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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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"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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