unspoken-and-wild reblogged
Do you know of any steamy fics where Aziraphale and Crowley DON'T miracle away their clothes? Sometimes I get impatient too, I get it, but there is something so delicious about slowly going button by button and letting cloth fall to the floor....Any good stories with highly detailed disrobing?
Here are some steamy (and a couple of less steamy!) undressing fics...
Unbuttoned by LemonTart (E)
One drunken evening, Aziraphale is determined to convince Crowley that human clothing is superior to miracled clothes. Crowley reluctantly agrees to try on real garments, and when Aziraphale glimpses a half-naked demon, temptations (and so many waistcoat buttons) lead to a passionate night. The corner of Crowley’s mouth lifts slightly. He tugs the fabric at his waist and slips the shirt up his back and over his head with a shimmering hiss of silk across his skin. He tosses the shirt onto the chair and stands in the room, one hip cocked, his torso bare. “What now, angel?” Crowley asks, his voice low.
I don't want you (like a best friend) by mercuryhatter (M)
Crowley wears a new dress to the annual Heaven-Hell office party. Aziraphale is normal about it. In the first chapter, Crowley and Aziraphale have a deeply annoying time at a party and try to pretend they aren't flirting. All the sex is only in the second chapter.
Before the Hammer Blow by EdosianOrchids901 (E)
The night before Warlock’s birthday party, Crowley and Aziraphale are both terrified. They seek comfort in each other’s arms. If they don’t have much time left together, they want to make the best of it.
Clothes Shopping by rockinellie (T)
Aziraphale decides it’s time to modernize his wardrobe and asks Crowley for some fashion help. This includes trying on clothing, talking about clothing fitting them, etc.
Effortless by Anonymous (T)
“I’m not sure I follow.” Crowley sighs. “See – I could wear your clothes. And, uh.” Here comes the hard part. He pulls one of his hands out of Aziraphale’s grasp. Not far, just a little, just to hook his index finger under the cuff of Aziraphale’s shirtsleeve and coat, wiggle it into the buttonhole so that the button starts to slide free. He swallows. “I could wear your smell, too.” To think that he was exhausted, reduced to incoherence, a smear on the bed a half-hour ago. He feels very awake now.
Crowley’s miracle doesn’t work and the bus they take after the airfield goes to Oxford instead of London. They will have to get a room to work out what to do next, no two ways about it.
Intimate Looks by Ponderosa (M)
Aziraphale left the consultation room thrilled, dazzled, and also feeling a bit taken advantage of. The camisole now rested snug beneath his shirt, and he’d been measured for a whole host of underthings that were promised to be delivered to him at what seemed like an ungodly speed. He folded his bill of sales and tucked it in his coat pocket, ready now to get out of here before he was talked into purchasing anything else he hadn’t intended on. Or, he was until he took stock of the room anew. Firstly, he was certain there hadn’t been a pole in the corner when he’d first come back here. Secondly, he’d know the bend of that back anywhere, with or without clothes on. tl;dr: The one where a new shop opens next door, Aziraphale gets new lingerie, and Crowley struts around in leather hot pants.
- Mod D
