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When Phale got pulled together to go teach his first class ever, Wilson also got up and went in to the school with him. Leaving Phale with a kiss and an assurance that he was going to be brilliant, Wilson headed on down the hallway to his own office.

Wilson also had a couch and a couple of comfortable armchairs set up in his office, along with a nice rug, leather desk chair and of course, a desk! Most importantly, he had the beloved coffee machine which in short order was pumping out the delicious scent of Jamaican Blue Mountain freshly ground and now perking.

Settling down behind his desk, he still had work to do on his lesson plans for the week and so set to it, he grinned as he took note of a familiar looking thermos sitting there as if it had always been there. Picking it up, he gave it a loving kiss, then set it down to enjoy in a bit. For now the door stood open for anyone who might need or want to wander by; one warning, the coffee mugs were not unlimited.

[ooc: Door is open and post is open for any and all, particularly TAs who might like to talk before the first classes! :)]

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"Did he? I'm rather looking forward to Blair's presence in my class. He's always a joy to have around. Although I must admit that I rather like all of my students."

He smiled at Wilson's cookie snarfing, and reached over to brush a crumb from the man's tie.

"It isn't so much arguing, it's that they're full of really very advanced questions. I'm certainly not going to be able to just assign them some reading and do my crosswords."

Laughing, Wilson flicked a crumb at the immaculate angel and shook his head.

"I'm fairly certain that being a teacher is never supposed to be assign reading and do crosswords. Don't worry, lover you and I can still have Sunday mornings to sit and work crosswords, I promise."

Aziraphale smiled back. "You know I would never really do that, love. And actually I'm pleased they're so interested in the subject."

He peered at the papers on Wilson's desk. "How are your preparations for tomorrow coming?"

"Okay I think." Wilson said looking down at the paperwork with a gentle frown. "I've never taught at the highschool level so I hope I haven't made the material too dry or uninteresting. Let's face it, sarcoma tumors are just never going to be interesting no matter what you do, so why try?"

"Well...I suspect your best course of action would be perhaps not to talk about sarcoma tumors," Aziraphale teased gently. "James love, you'll do fine. You're a wonderful speaker."

He nudged at the young doctor's foot with his own. "No spending the day fretting. Why don't I take you lunch once your office hours are finished?"

Wilson brightened, noticiably at the suggestion for lunch, then remembered he had some books he needed to investigate for a paper he was writing outside his courses and his face fell.

"I've got to hit the library after my office hours, lover mine. How about you take me out to dinner?" Wilson suggested, perking back up. "Maybe the Cafe Fina if it's still open? I bet they could make you sushi?"

That seemed like a reasonable compromise, particularly when there was the possibility of sushi involved.

"Dinner it is then, love. Promise me you won't spend the entire afternoon working?"

Because Aziraphale knew Wilson. The young doctor was likely to forget dinner altogether if he got absorbed in what he was working on.

Standing up, Wilson kissed Phale full on the lips.

"I promise not to be late for your sushi and if Cafe Fina isn't open, we'll get the makings and I'll hand roll you."

He paused, letting the teasing words hang between them, then winked.

Aziraphale caught the double intendre, and raised an eyebrow, but there was a twinkle in his eye that said he just might take the young doctor up on that offer if the restaurant wasn't open. Standing as well, he put his hand briefly on Wilson's hip and returned the kiss, then stepped away toward the door.

"I'll meet you at the gates, love, and help you carry your books."

Wilson grinned and he might have even blushed with genuine pleasure as he gave Phale a little bump with his hip.

"How high school of you, love. Do I get your lettermen's jacket as well?"

Grinning he nudged Phale's nose with his own and stepped back. "I'll see you in a bit."

"If I had a letterman's jacket, I would let you wear it," Aziraphale retorted, with an answering grin, before he slipped out of the office.

"Have a good afternoon, James love."

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