Early Morning Pillow Talk at MCA #4, Thursday Morning

[a_phale]

As the early morning sun began to creep over the horizon, Aziraphale and Wilson lay snuggled abed, enjoying the warmth of soft sheets before having to face the work day. Having opted for a bit of a lie-in instead of an elaborate breakfast, the young doctor had allowed himself to be talked into allowing a wee bit of angelic 'miracling', which meant

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[dr_jwilsonmd]

As soft as the flannel sheets on the bed were, they were like sandpaper when compared to the downey feathers Wilson was currently curled up on. He didn't often make a bed out of the angel's wings because he was too careful of them but as they were both awake and he loved the feel of his lover's primary feathers brushing over his naked skin, Wilson was curled on his side, cheek pillowed against Phale's chest, body stretched out on one white wing.

"Hmmm?" He said thoughtfully before turning to kiss the angel's sternum. "Just thinking, love. I didn't get a chance to tell you last night but I ran in to Lucifer in the park yesterday."

As he spoke the young doctor's fingers trailed gently along the topline of the angel's far wing.

[a_phale]

Now...that was just not fair. How was the angel supposed to work up a good indignant response when Wilson was playing with his wings?

So, instead of protesting that it wasn't safe and the young doctor should keep away and that he was going to go straight down first thing before office hours and demand that the Adversary leave Wilson alone...Aziraphale sighed happily and mumbled, "Did you? And...how did it go?"

[dr_jwilsonmd]

Never let it be said that Wilson hadn't learned over the past few years how to delicately break anxious news to the angel. What was nip for the doctor was also nip for the divine and Wilson tangled his fingers through the soft feathers, musing them and then soothing them in a way he knew Aziraphale particularly enjoyed.

"Actually...it went fairly well. I think you should talk to him, love. And more importantly, I think you should listen to him as well."

Quickly, before Phale could protest, Wilson tugged on a feather.

"No, I don't mean in the 'saunter vaguely downwards' manner. I mean, he sounds really tired of it all."

[a_phale]

The angel snuggled comfortable into the nest of flannel sheets, quilt, and warm mortal, and did his best to actually listen to what Wilson was saying. Despite the distraction of all that wing fondling.

"Tired?" he murmured, pondering the idea. "Well...I...suppose that if one truly does believe in HIS forgiveness, and if the Fallen truly do learn to repent..."

Aziraphale wasn't certain being 'tired' of ruling Hell qualified as repentence, but perhaps it was a start. After a long moment of contemplation, he smiled and slid his arm around his lover's waist. "All right, James love. I will go see him. And listen to what he has to say."