fandomtownies | The Park, Monday Evening

The music on the CD player was soft, not intended to disturb anyone else using the park. Aziraphale had his arm wrapped around one knee, watching the ducks in the pond while Wilson worked ~~in a totally not dirty way~~ on the mussed feathers.

"I itch, just looking at these." Wilson muttered as he surveyed the damage and tried to decide how best to tackle the mess that was the angel's feathers.

"I swear, you dither in the most unique ways, love." He scolded softly as he decided to start at the bottom of the left wing and work his way up.

In short order, nimble mortal fingers began to straight feathers ~~in a totally not dirty way~~.

"Mortals get ulcers, angels get their feathers in a tangle," Aziraphale retorted lightly, a contented look already forming on his face. If angels purred, he'd have sounded like a big housecat. Instead, his eyes were half-closed and his chin rested on his forearm.

"Anyway, love," he murmured, "What would you do to relax if you didn't have my wings to play with?"

"Drink beer and watch football like a normal American male." Wilson retorted, more to needle the angel then because it was true.

"What I don't understand is how you get your feathers in such a state, short of unfurling them when I'm asleep and worrying at them with your own fingers." Wilson despaired as he had to carefully unknot a couple of primaries, hoping not to be forced to pluck any loose.

Sighing softly Wilson stood up and very carefully took hold of the topline of the wing. With a gentle tug he coaxed Phale into unfolding the wind to it's full extension, the brilliant white feathers distinct against the green grass as it spread outwards.

"There, now I can see what I'm doing."

"They're not technically flesh, so I suppose it's nervous energy that does it. And I thought Americans weren't much interesting in football," he needled back.

Wilson insistance at the wing being extended got a little sigh from the angel, although he fussed a bit at the idea of drawing so much attention. "James love, really...you shouldn't have suggested we come out in the dusk then if you can't see."

"I said football, not soccer." Wilson fired back without missing a beat as he pulled a bit of blanket around till he could kneel upon it as he went after the feathers.

"Aziraphale, really. No one is around to bother you. It's chilly and dank and the only individuals out here are you, my and the ducks and I'm beginning to wonder if you aren't part duck yourself."

"Really, my dear! Whatever would make you say I was part duck?"

Aziraphale laughed, thinking that within the course of a week he'd been accused of being a duck and an alien tomato. He wondered what was next.

"Oh, right there, love. I think there must be an awful tangle right where you just had your fingers."

Wilson grunted for a response to the duck question as he dug into the knot he'd found. As a rule, Phale only tangled up his primary and top feathers, fairly easy to straighten out but every so often a knot went deeper, into the downy under feathers and they were a right bugger to pick apart.

"I...say it...good grief look at this mess...because we're out here...in the cold...and the damp...and...Raphale, honestly, did you take knitting needles to knit these together? And...you're happy as a lark."

Scooting down a little, Wilson pulled the wing across his lap, partly because he was a wee bit cold and also because it gave him a better purchase on the tangle.

"The weather doesn't -- ooh, that's it! -- bother me, love. And you know how pleased I always am to have you fuss over my wings."

He turned his head to smile at Wilson. "We could be out here in a snowstorm and I'd still be happy as a lark. Or, er...well, perhaps happy as a penguin."

"Heeeelllloooooo, mortal." Wilson needled back then, because a certain angel was being a bit too smug, the young doctor leaned forward and with no warning...

>BITE<

Right on the topline of the wing he was preening.

Aziraphale eeped. He would deny it later if asked. But it was most definitely an eep sort of sound. And he turned halfway around to stare in surprise at the very ~~evil~~ sneaky young doctor.

"Good heavens, James," he murmured, eyes glowing brightly, before turning back around and settling into a much more subdued posture.

Although after a moment, he couldn't help but add, "I had no idea you had such strong ideas about penguins."

The crack about the penguins earned the angel very delicate little mousebites along the strong, hollow bone beneath brilliant white feathers.

What fun was playing if you couldn't play just a little dirty after all?

The wings ruffled involuntarily at the little bites, and again Wilson was favored with a look over the angel's shoulder.

"Really, my dear...we're in a public place."

But he did turn around, shifting about on the blanket until the young doctor could lean against Aziraphale's chest and work on the wings from the other side. Which also had the added bonus of keeping the damp night air off of Wilson.

This was definitely an improvement to the situation and Wilson quickly cuddled in against his lover's warm strength, pulling the wing across his lap and getting back to work on the feathers. In very short order, he was probably rich in 'happy mortal' vibes that tended to make Aziraphale content and relaxed.

"Pipi came through with a list of hotels for us to look over. Four possibilities actually. Also I was thinking of coming up with three or four comedy shows for my class to pick through and vote on which one's they'd like to see."

He spoke softly, no need to yell as his head rested against the angel's collarbone.

"That's lovely, James. Where is it that you're thinking of getting rooms?"

He thought back to the discussions in class that morning, and frowned a little. "Love...I've had a couple of students express some concerns about getting their permission slips signed. I've left a message for the principal to request meeting with her regarding Belthazor, to see if she'll allow someone else to stand in for his parents."

"I'll show you the print outs when we get home, I've got them in my briefcase, love." Wilson said as he worked on a particularly tricky bit of feather tangling.

"I would imagine she will. So many of our students...their guardians are...err...difficult to reach, so I would think the permission of the school itself would suffice."

Another bad tangling drew his attention away from conversation for a bit and after a little while, Wilson sighed softly and reached over to body hug the poor wing.

"You should go visit River."

Aziraphale chuckled softly, and brought his other wing around to wrap over Wilson's body, effectly hiding him beneath a shield of feathers.

"You don't think that would be meddling, do you? I mean...I don't even know the child, and I don't want anyone to think that I'm in the habit of going about the snooping into the business of others."

Not that he didn't want to go. But the angel was never quite comfortable with that gray area between helpful and nosy.

Burrowing shamelessly beneath the warm blanket of feather, Wilson continued to preen them as they talked.

"It's only meddling if you do something. This would be...checking up on a situation. After all, Blair and Phoebe are our friends and it can't be out of line to...just go to see if she's all right...right?"

It made sense, even if it was partly because Aziraphale wanted it to make sense. But if nothing else, surely it couldn't be a bad thing to pay a visit to a young woman who was hurt and probably frightened as well.

"You're right, James love. I'll go tomorrow to the clinic, and see if she's there."

He sighed and wrapped his arm around Wilson's waist. "Have you decided what we'll be doing on our trip?"

"We'll be herding teenagers." Wilson said with a good natured chuckle as he lay back against Phale.

Though spring and what they had had of summer together had been delightful, Wilson had to admit that the hints of Fall and winter in the air were making him happy, because it meant more snuggle time with Aziraphale.

"Seriously, love we're going to have our hands full with this group but I'm pulling together some comedy acts and I think I'm going to propose 3 or 4 and let the kids decide what sounds interesting to them. Have you thought about what you're going to do with your group?"

"I've been thinking of separating them into two or three groups, and giving them a list of objectives to fulfill. Say...finding certain types of fortune-tellers, perhaps attending a magic show that does 'mind reading' tricks. I was thinking also maybe of sending them to find things that fit the theme, like a scavenger hunt."

He paused for a moment, pondering the idea. "You know, like a fortune cookie, a...postcard from a casino with some sort of fortune-telling theme, that sort of thing."

Aziraphale tilted his head and looked down at the young doctor hesitantly. "What do you think?"

Wilson looked a little thoughtful as he gently brushed his hand down through feathers he had just straightened out, smoothing them tenderly.

"I think those could be some fun activities, definitely. I like the scavenger hunt idea...have you thought about taking them to some of the places where people claim to be 'prophets' or able to tell the future and test their knowledge of the styles of divination against how these people do it to see if they can tell people who truly believe vs charlatans?"

"Oh yes...you know, I could take them to a 'professional' palm reader or crystal gazer as well. And perhaps there are even some shows built around that, I'll have to look and see. But...technically the ability to divine the present or past isn't any different from divining the future, simply a little easier to prove. And probably a bit easier to fake as well."

He rested his chin on Wilson's shoulder. "I thought perhaps the classes could spend some of their time together as well. I'm sure my students would enjoy some of your activities, even if they aren't part of my curriculum."

Wilson giggled and tilted is head so that their cheeks nuzzled against each other.

"Mr. Phale...are you trying to conieve a way to spend more time with me while we're out in Sin city?" He teased in a low, loving voice.

"Is it that obvious, Dr Wilson?" Aziraphale replied with a low chuckle. "They do have to sleep sometime, you know. And I understand that Las Vegas is a twenty-four-hour sort of town."

Wilson groaned around a chuckle and he reached for one of Phale's hands, picking it up and kissing the palm.

"I would love nothing better than to slip away...or...just slip into a hot tub with you but...this crew? Even asleep they need watched over and I'm sure there will be a couple who will negate that whole sleep thing with a case of Red Bull or something."

"Extra chaperones?" he replied hopefully, although Wilson was absolutely right about their responsibilities. With a wry shake of his head, Aziraphale murmured, "Why do I have the feeling that we're setting ourselves up for a lot of trouble?"

"Abby offered." He returned...but then remembered they had discussed this and feared they might need a chaperone for Abby!

After all, they did not want to go to the police station...really.

"And probably because we are? They're good students but...uh...exceptional individuals." Wilson said with a chuckle. "Still, come on, love...you took on demon princes and demon hoards, surely you're up to a pack of high school students?"

"Miss Sciuto is very welcome to come!" Aziraphale exclaimed. He liked Abby, and what was one extra person to keep an eye on, when they already had thirty teenagers?

"James love...if I were up to a pack of high school students, what would have been the point of sending me here to teach them? I'm certain this was supposed to be a lesson of some sort. And likely not for them."

It was said in good humor, though, because he was sure he could track of them. Keeping them out of trouble was another question entirely.

Laughing softly, Wilson turned a little and slipped an arm around the angel's waist.

"So you think you're here to learn something? You don't think you might be here to impart wisedom of some sort?" He asked with a smile before exhaling softly and tucking his head up under the angel's chin.

"I'd say THEY got their money's worth over the past year and a half."

Harumph!

Turning his head to press a kiss to the young doctor's hair, Aziraphale laughed softly. "I'd say so as well. And I'm not entirely certain this wasn't also intended as a sort of vacation in a way. They know how attached we both were to Fandom. But you can hardly expect them to let us completely off the hook."

Another light kiss, and then he added, "It's coming on Fall soon."

Closing his eyes, Wilson couldn't keep a smile from his lips as his lover's words painted sweet images in his head.

"Shall I kidnap you again and drag you out to go leaf rustling, lover mine?" He asked softly, fingers gently stroking across pristine white feathers, reveling in their warmth and the aura of comfort he could still soak up from his lover when they were cuddled up close together.

There was still a certain bookmark made from laminated golden leaves tucked into a favorite volume in the angel's library, and he smiled at the memory brought by Wilson's question.

"I rather hope you might. I expect I may have the hang of it now. I wonder if any of the students have a football we might borrow as well."

"That, would definitely be worth exploring, or perhaps we could pick one up at All and Sundries. After all, we deserve to get the celebrate this time."

Wilson might have said that last bit with a small harumph as he was still a wee bit sore over the fact that for them their first anniversary...all of their first anniversaries actually, had been spent apart, seperated by...well a lack of body for one.

He had tried to shoulder it with good grace at the time but now as the second anniversaries started to roll around, Wilson felt as if a little something had been stolen from he and Phale and he couldn't help wondering if it had been done on purpose.

To keep them humble.

Aziraphale picked up quickly on that turn of mood, and he brushed his lips against his lover's cheek.

"For Fandom...it will have only been one year. We have an eternity, James love. What does such a small amount of time matter for us? The last year is gone, let's leave it go and count this as our first year. A year since we met right here, in this place."

For Wilson it was still a little hard to wrap his brain around the concept of such...expansive time and he tried to imagine carrying the same feelings forward.

"When do we get to have the really hot anniversary sex? Do we have to wait till January for that or can we have it earlier." He asked softly, tilting his head so that Aziraphale could see down into his eyes, could see that he was definitely on board with the angel's plan.

"Do we have to choose only one anniversary to celebrate?" the angel replied, leaning down so that his lips brushed Wilson's as he spoke. "That seems rather unfair, to have to pick one and leave the others feeling unwanted."

Which might have been his way of proposing really hot anniversary sex in October and in January.

"Hmmmmm." Wilson made a nose, seeming to ponder the question all the while nibbling shamelessly at his lover's lip.

"You might have a point. We want to be fair to all the anniversaries after all. November, December, January..."

He smiled then and pulled back just enough to touch noses with Aziraphale.

"Shall we go to New York again?"

"Yes." Aziraphale's answer was immediate, and his eyes lit up at the thought. "Yes, to see the tree, and walk in the park. I'd like that, James love, very much!"

October for their first meeting, November for 'leaf rustling' -- and for what was perhaps the most vital, that night when Wilson found the angel alone in his despair, and Aziraphale began to realize how important the young mortal was to him. Then December, for their first trip together, and January for their first kiss.

A great many anniversaries, Aziraphale realized, and with ~~dorky~~ happy smile. He almost wished they had one in September, just so they wouldn't have to wait so long.

Laughing as his mind tracked along the same lines that Aziraphale's did, Wilson turned until he could curl both arms around the angel.

"Come on, love. Let's go home, before I feel the need to fuss you for expending energy keeping me warm out here."

Because there would be much more interesting ways to keep warm back at the apartment!

"I hardly need to at all, love. Feathers are a natural insulator, remember." But there really wasn't any argument, Aziraphale was quite happy to pack up and head back to the apartment.

"I think I may go by the library tomorrow, if I have a chance," he mused, thinking of what to do to keep himself busy for the whole hour that Wilson was teaching class, while they gathered up their things.

Packing up the small bag they had brought along with the wine, glasses and blanket, he let Phale pick up the CD player, then looped his arm through the angel's, the way they always used to walk together.

"And maybe go talk to River?" He nudged gently as they started to walk back towards the apartment building.

Aziraphale chuckled. "Yes, of course, love. I promise to stop by the clinic and see if the she's still there. And, if she is, then I'll visit with her for a bit."

Walking with Wilson's arm looped through his reminded the angel of so many peaceful afternoons and evenings on the bench by the pond, and he smiled at the other man. Really, he needed to get back into the habit of things he used to do, like take cookies to people he didn't know, and stop by all the shops in town to slowly whittle away at that number. So he made a mental note to start doing just that.

Exactly the sort of advice he'd given Sister Rosette, which he now realized he needed to be following himself.

There's lots of space not being used for wing-preening, too!

Clark had his umbrella with him just in case it started to rain again, as it was he always found the park to be pleasant whatever the weather. Well maybe not excessive heat.

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