Jack was up early, which was a given but since he couldn't immediately think of anything pressing demanding his attention, except paperwork, he was being a bit casual about his morning routine
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After another night of not being able to touch Phoebe (without her being squicked) or touch Sam (without Phale conjuring up images of Jack or Dr. Wilson or Lucifer), Cole was more than ready to attempt the kiss-Jack-for-time-with-Sam exchange. He didn't know where Jack lived, but Aziraphale was more than happy to provide the information.
Yeah, Jack had been way too amused by his address. Ianto had called him 12.
Sitting in his study with a pile of paperwork on his knee, coffee at hand, Jack looked up at the sound of the knock and quickly headed for the door before Ianto woke.
This meant he didn't check the CCTV before yanking the door open.
"Uh, hello?" Jack asked in a bemused tone, sort of wishing he'd put his boots on.
Aziraphale was pretty sure he'd be dealing with some massive awkward around Sam for a while after this, but it was worth it just to make Cole a tiny bit less grumpy.
So when Jack opened the door, he said brightly, "Hullo, Captain Harkness! Lovely day, isn't it?"
Because that wasn't suspicious-sounding in the least.
"We've, er, discussed an arrangement." Aziraphale's voice sounded as though he'd have been blushing bright red. "This is a rather uncomfortable situation, and..."
Okay, now he was starting to feel kind of weird about asking Jack for a second-hand snog just so his sense of fairness could be assuaged. "You know, maybe this isn't a very good idea."
"Well it's been an awfully frustrating time since the party!" Aziraphale exclaimed, sounding defensive. "And Cole and Mr Anders were all over each other right in the middle of my shop."
"It's been six years," Cole grumbled. "He disappeared and I got possessed by the Source and then I was dead and then I was insane and . . . six years! So, okay, maybe we were a little eager."
They were making even less sense than yesterday and that was saying something.
"Wait, let me see if I've got this straight," Jack said and chuffed at his own words.
"You," he pointed at Cole directly. "Want sex with Sam Anders, whom you haven't had sex with for six years?"
Jack pursed his lips and whistled.
"And you, Aziraphale, who would be stuck in Cole's head for this, said it was okay so long as you got a snog by proxy, through his lips? Why are you snogging me and not Dr. Wilson?"
"Surely you've had sex with him since you got back!"
Not that Aziraphale actually wanted this information, he was just kind of surprised by the suggestion that they hadn't. Or maybe Cole just meant he was trying to make up for lost time.
Oh yeah, the angel knew what that was like.
"He won't kiss James," Aziraphale explained, in answer to Jack's question. "I already asked."
"No, I haven't," Cole said in a growly voice. "Things were . . . awkward for awhile. I tried to kill him, all right? Not the best kind of foreplay except it totally is for demons. At the party we were just about to. . . ." He threw up his hands in frustration.
"And I'm not kissing Dr. Wilson," he added. "He was my teacher and he's Marie's dad and Phoebe's brother and just NO."
69. Heh. Figured. He knocked on the door.
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Sitting in his study with a pile of paperwork on his knee, coffee at hand, Jack looked up at the sound of the knock and quickly headed for the door before Ianto woke.
This meant he didn't check the CCTV before yanking the door open.
"Uh, hello?" Jack asked in a bemused tone, sort of wishing he'd put his boots on.
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So when Jack opened the door, he said brightly, "Hullo, Captain Harkness! Lovely day, isn't it?"
Because that wasn't suspicious-sounding in the least.
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"Phale wants to kiss you," Cole said without preamble. "This will make him happy, which will make me happy. So . . . work for you?"
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"B'uh?"
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"Wow, aren't you just the romantic."
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Okay, now he was starting to feel kind of weird about asking Jack for a second-hand snog just so his sense of fairness could be assuaged. "You know, maybe this isn't a very good idea."
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"Wait, let me see if I've got this straight," Jack said and chuffed at his own words.
"You," he pointed at Cole directly. "Want sex with Sam Anders, whom you haven't had sex with for six years?"
Jack pursed his lips and whistled.
"And you, Aziraphale, who would be stuck in Cole's head for this, said it was okay so long as you got a snog by proxy, through his lips? Why are you snogging me and not Dr. Wilson?"
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Not that Aziraphale actually wanted this information, he was just kind of surprised by the suggestion that they hadn't. Or maybe Cole just meant he was trying to make up for lost time.
Oh yeah, the angel knew what that was like.
"He won't kiss James," Aziraphale explained, in answer to Jack's question. "I already asked."
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"And I'm not kissing Dr. Wilson," he added. "He was my teacher and he's Marie's dad and Phoebe's brother and just NO."
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