"Obviously I wouldn't do it with one of those mirror things in the room..."
He huffed and the wine glass was taken to be refilled without looking back at Aziraphale. There was far too much temptation there. Not that looking ahead and dutifully filling the stemware was an adequate deterrent to it.
As he moved away the angel seemed to draw closer. Those small delicate feathers were brushed tantalizingly aside as the warm breath from Aziraphale's tailor discussions sent all those little hairs on the back of his neck into a grand salute, standing on end in anticipation. He couldn't see how near the angel had come to his neck but he could sense it. Buttons and zippers... and lips so very close and so very desired.
Then like a flash Aziraphale was gone and he ended up with a lap full of wine.
"Shit!"
The expletive flew freely as during those alluring few seconds he had forgotten he was even pouring Aziraphale another glass. Fortunately they were in a bathroom surrounded by towels and washcloths and one of them could immediately be set to the task of cleaning up the mess.
Soup? Yeah, lets talk soup. Soup is safe and not at all intriguing like clothing talk seemed to be.
"Seafood. That's what it was and the seasoning was perfect. There's a lot left in there, put it in the minifridge."
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Date: 2019-07-22 03:50 am (UTC)He huffed and the wine glass was taken to be refilled without looking back at Aziraphale. There was far too much temptation there. Not that looking ahead and dutifully filling the stemware was an adequate deterrent to it.
As he moved away the angel seemed to draw closer. Those small delicate feathers were brushed tantalizingly aside as the warm breath from Aziraphale's tailor discussions sent all those little hairs on the back of his neck into a grand salute, standing on end in anticipation. He couldn't see how near the angel had come to his neck but he could sense it. Buttons and zippers... and lips so very close and so very desired.
Then like a flash Aziraphale was gone and he ended up with a lap full of wine.
"Shit!"
The expletive flew freely as during those alluring few seconds he had forgotten he was even pouring Aziraphale another glass. Fortunately they were in a bathroom surrounded by towels and washcloths and one of them could immediately be set to the task of cleaning up the mess.
Soup? Yeah, lets talk soup. Soup is safe and not at all intriguing like clothing talk seemed to be.
"Seafood. That's what it was and the seasoning was perfect. There's a lot left in there, put it in the minifridge."