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SOSH - Guess The Author #69 "Length"
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Published:
2025-11-14
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490
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1/1
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Summary:

Aziraphale gives Crowley a gift. They're figuring out how to do that without needing an excuse for why they owe each other something. No more keeping score.

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prompt: "Length"

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“You bought me underwear?” Crowley tried to make it sound like a casual question, but immediately knew he’d missed the mark.

“Well, yes, that’s not too forward, is it?” Giving each other any type of present and calling it a gift was new. There’s been plenty of trades and presents under any other name, but with the pretense stripped off, it all seemed uncharted territory again.

“Is it sexy underwear?”

“Um… you’re going to be wearing it, so yes?”

Crowley was quite sure this was not going to be what anyone else would call sexy underwear. The paper-wrapped package was too substantial for that. And it simply weighed too much. Crowley paused, trying to think of any time Aziraphale had given him clothing, and came up blank. He turned his head to look at his companion, who looked like he was going to start vibrating if Crowley took any longer. He slipped the twine off and pulled the paper open.

He couldn’t really make sense of what he was looking at initially, as it looked like a shirt. Not what he’d been expecting at all. He picked it up and found it was in two pieces. A long sleeved close-fitting shirt and a similar pair of woven long pants with cuffed bottoms. Both were a pale blue, not his usual choice of colors at all.

“This is as far as we could possibly get from sexy underwear,” Crowley said. The fabric felt buttery soft in his hands, probably a very expensive wool.

“You don’t like them,” Aziraphale sounded absolutely crushed.

“No, I’m just… I know you like layers, angel, but this is your idea of sexy?”

“Well, no, not exactly. But it’s-” Aziraphale reached over to rest his hand on Crowley’s thigh. “- intimate.”

“Like knowing what I have underneath?” Crowley tried to keep it sounding flirty, knowing he’d never get a answer out of Aziraphale, if he didn’t give him a chance to answer via denial.

“Perhaps, some, I certainly have seen you undressed. It’s more that you-” Aziraphale withdrew his hand and Crowley missed the warmth of him.

Crowley settled the long underwear back into a neat pile in his lap. “I’ll wear this. You have good taste in fabric. Just curious about your color choice.”

“You won’t be showing them off to anyone else.” Aziraphale sounded sure about that, and there was a hint of possessiveness there. They were the sort of pale blue Aziraphale himself favored for shirts.

“No, I suppose not. They should be really warm.”

“Oh, I do hope so! Knowing you’re being kept warm by something I gave you-” Aziraphale cut himself off.

“You want to make sure I’m well taken care of.”

“It’s not that I don’t think you can!”

“It’s nice. You want to do a nice thing for me.” Crowley inhaled deeply. “And I can let you.”

Aziraphale put his hand back on Crowley’s leg. “I would like that, very much.”