Upstairs at 777 Abby Road, Sunday Morning (12/30)
Aziraphale pressed his face against Wilson's chest, unable to help a little smile at how much his mate's scent comforted him. The young doctor had finally come in the library late the previous night, and gently insisted the angel come to bed. There'd been a cup of tea waiting on the nightstand, and rather than ask questions, Wilson had simply stripped Aziraphale from his rumpled and stained clothes and tucked him under the soft sheets.
Held in his mate's arms, Aziraphale had surprised himself by eventually dropping off to sleep, lulled by the sound of the other man's heartbeat. Now that the early morning light was shining in the window, he awoke, and lay quietly waiting for Wilson to do the same.
[ooc: For the fake mate!]
Held in his mate's arms, Aziraphale had surprised himself by eventually dropping off to sleep, lulled by the sound of the other man's heartbeat. Now that the early morning light was shining in the window, he awoke, and lay quietly waiting for Wilson to do the same.
[ooc: For the fake mate!]