As their surroundings solidified around them, Wilson sucked in a breath of the rank air and made a face, then he turned towards Aziraphale, his expression grim.
The angel nodded, his own face pulled into a slight scowl, and reached out to lay his hand on the young doctor's arm. It was gesture meant to comfort, not restrain, as he looked around. The spell had caused him to discorporate, and now he stood with wings unfurled, and utterly naked.
Strangely, he didn't actually seem to notice.
Luckily self preservation and the fact of being stuck in basically a demonic landscape overruled Wilson's more base instincts and he didn't completely notice his lover's nude state. At least not in the usual way he took notice of a naked angel.
Instead, he drew in a tight breath and turned to press a hard, somewhat desperate kiss to Phale's mouth, his hand reaching out to grab one of the angel's primary feathers, yanking it free of the delicate membrane beneath. Added fuel to his ability to distract, he hoped.
The kiss was a surprise, but Aziraphale returned it with equal fervor, blinking at the sudden sharp yank as the feather pulled free. "James love..." he murmured, with a worried look. "Please be careful."
Wilson gave his lover a wry smile.
"As careful as you will be." He said softly, a rueful acknowledgement that careful was not why either of them were down here.
Then he moved away, giving Phale the room he needed to summon the sword to his side and also getting into position to hopefully redirect the focus of their attackers.
With a smile to acknowledge the truth of that, Aziraphale took a step back, and summoned the sword to his hand, blue flame licking up the length of the blade.
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Date: 2007-03-04 01:37 am (UTC)The angel nodded, his own face pulled into a slight scowl, and reached out to lay his hand on the young doctor's arm. It was gesture meant to comfort, not restrain, as he looked around. The spell had caused him to discorporate, and now he stood with wings unfurled, and utterly naked.
Strangely, he didn't actually seem to notice.
Luckily self preservation and the fact of being stuck in basically a demonic landscape overruled Wilson's more base instincts and he didn't completely notice his lover's nude state. At least not in the usual way he took notice of a naked angel.
Instead, he drew in a tight breath and turned to press a hard, somewhat desperate kiss to Phale's mouth, his hand reaching out to grab one of the angel's primary feathers, yanking it free of the delicate membrane beneath. Added fuel to his ability to distract, he hoped.
The kiss was a surprise, but Aziraphale returned it with equal fervor, blinking at the sudden sharp yank as the feather pulled free. "James love..." he murmured, with a worried look. "Please be careful."
Wilson gave his lover a wry smile.
"As careful as you will be." He said softly, a rueful acknowledgement that careful was not why either of them were down here.
Then he moved away, giving Phale the room he needed to summon the sword to his side and also getting into position to hopefully redirect the focus of their attackers.
With a smile to acknowledge the truth of that, Aziraphale took a step back, and summoned the sword to his hand, blue flame licking up the length of the blade.