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Clinic Hours - Tuesday January 10th 2006

Though he was running a little late ~~you try getting dried apple pie filling off the next morning~~ but the Clinic was soon bright and inviting (as much as a Clinic could be) with the fresh scent of coffee wafting through the air and a certain oncologist kicked back with a ~~crossword puzzle~~ stack of paperwork.

Doctor is in!

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Dark eyes twinkled impishly in response to the gentle scold and Wilson leaned forward to tug the cross word book (the one Phale had given him for Christmas) free of the piles of paperwork.

"Very, incredibly busy and hopelessly stuck on 22 down." He grinned and turned the book about so that Phale could see the puzzle he was working.

Peering over at the puzzle with a mischievous smile, Aziraphale picks up a pen and scribbles something on the paper. "There. Perhaps that will help, my dear," he says, eyes twinkling.

If Wilson were to look at the puzzle, he would see that that has filled in number 34 across.

Wilson wrinkled his nose at Phale in the classic 'my puzzle!' sort of expression before he looked at what the angel had filled in and then completed 22 down with a bounce of his eyebrows.

"You know, I never would have expected they could get away with putting that sort of language into a public cross word puzzle."

Peering at the word again, he turned and gave the angel's beige wrapped form a long appreciative stroke with his eyes. "However...it's an interesting idea to consider."

Looking puzzled, Aziraphale leans in to check the puzzle again, giving Wilson a fond but exasperated look.

"You're incorrigable, James," he says, his lips twitching. "Really, do you think you ought to be thinking about such things here in the clinic?"

"*I'm* incorrigable?" Wilson turned towards the angel with an expression that wanted to be shocked but was belied by the twinkle in his eyes. "And remind me again just how that bottle of wine happened to show up on the nightstand last night...when I'm fairly certain neither you nor I carried it in there?"

"James dear," Aziraphale says with wide-eyed innocence. "I thought you liked wine. Would tea be better next time?"

But he blushes just a little bit. "And you still haven't disproven my statement about you thinking about things you oughtn't be thinking about at work."

"No tea, I'd never get those stains out of the sheets." Wilson muttered and then, just because he could, he looked back at Phale with the same sort of innocence.

"Why do you think I wear a long, concealing lab coat?" He even threw in a blink as he lowered his voice. "You have a very wicked habit of popping up naked in my mind's eye without my having to put too much *thought* into anything."

Aziraphale visibly swallows. "James, really," he whispers, blushing furiously and glancing toward the door. Then he steps up and gives the doctor a brief, warm kiss. "What if one of the students came in?"

Now see, that blush did things to the angel's eyes and Wilson was a sucker for Phale's eyes so he simply grinned and reached up to straighten the other man's slightly rumpled coat lapels, licking his lips to sneak a hint of the angel's flavor off them.

"Theeeennn I imagine I could give them a more practical demonstration on how to fit a condom without having to bring out Long John."

There was pure wickedness in his eyes though he was being a good boy and keeping a most proper distance between their bodies.

"James, you wouldn't!" Aziraphale exclaims, although he knows of course that Wilson would do no such thing. At least...he's fairly certain Wilson would do no such thing. Probably.

"Whatever would you do, James, if one day I refused to be baited by your mischief and called your bluff instead?" the angel asks in an amused tone.

Stroking his hand down along the lapel he'd just straightened, Wilson gave Phale's collar a quick neatening...really it was just a good excuse to get his fingers up against the man's throat.

"Mmmm, I think I'd like to see you try it. Calling my bluff that is." Wilson replied archly, dark eyes positively dancing with mischief and perhaps hints of something a little hotter, a touch more explosive.

I can do this, the angel thinks. It isn't any different than at the loft.

He blushes again, but raises his hands to tug gently at the lapels of Wilson's lab coat. "You seem rather certain that I wouldn't. Perhaps you ought to recall that I've been helping Crowley out with the occasional bit of work now and then for a very long time."

He couldn't help himself, not entirely and Wilson let himself be tugged in closer, reaching to rest his hands on the angel's hips.

"Ahh but you are a proper British gentleman, surely you wouldn't tempt and innocent young doctor?"

Wilson kept the flirting gentle, his hold such that it welcomed Phale but didn't trap him in the situation if the angel truly wanted to draw back.

"Technically, James dear, I'm not really British," the angel reminds him, not quite meeting Wilson's eyes but instead keeping his gaze trained mostly on where he hands are holding the white coat.

"And I don't believe I'd call it 'tempting'. I believe I'd say that I'm...offering you a choice. Free Will and all that, you know."

"Free Will...and all that." Wilson replied before casting a thorough glance around their surroundings making sure they were in the clear before he leaned forward and placed a kiss that was anything but their usual chaste public embraces.

This one was light at first then deep and then deeper still as the young doctor caught the back of the angel's head and gently threaded his fingers through his hair.

He returns the kiss for some moments, tightening his grip on Wilson's coat, until common sense finally gets the better of him.

"You win, James dear," the angel whispers in an amused tone as he draws back. "You're far more incorrigable than I am." His eyes twinkle a bit.

Chuckling softly, Wilson gave Phale one last smoothing down before he let the angel escape. After all, there were cookies to be eaten!

"I don't know, Aziraphale...I see room for growth." Winking, he exhaled a deep breath and stuffed wayward hands into his pockets.

Aziraphale laughs. "I think I ought to be offended that you're abandoning me for cookies," he says, brushing a bit of hair from Wilson's forehead and then stepping around him to snag a cookie from the plate.

"I should let you work, and get back to the shop. I left Kiki there, doing her homework, although it's been rather quiet today."

"Yeah...but they're your cookies." Wilson pointed out, smiling softly at the simple touch to his hair.

"I thought you liked quiet? Well, not to worry, I'll be down, clattering away and fussing up a storm at the narrow mindedness of my colleagues sometime later this afternoon."

"I look forward to it, my dear." Aziraphale smiles, stepping close to give Wilson a quick kiss and pop a cookie into his mouth, then he heads for the door.

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