Charming librarian, Do you have any fics with edging and or orgasm denial to suggest? A devoted reader
I’ve asked around and found a few for you, dear!
to steal light from dawn by focusfixated
Aziraphale put his manuscript aside, instruments perched daintily on a knock-off Charles and Diana commemorative dish by an artist who couldn’t seem to decide whether he was painting the Princess of Wales or a young Aled Jones. “I believe the general consensus is that the fun of sexual activity is to enjoy climax, not to be deprived of it,” he said.
“Well, you would think that, angel.” Crowley stood up, unfolding himself in a sinewy deployment that Aziraphale followed with his eyes. “A right little hedonist you are, if ever I saw one.”
(Or: Aziraphale and Crowley try something new. Crowley learns to ask for what he wants.)
For the Longest Time by darlingred1
“You…” Aziraphale sounded baffled, and suddenly quite sober. “You liked that? But, my dear, you said it was torturous. ‘Six thousand years of torture,’ as I recall.”
“Yeah. Yeah, but the anticipation, and the yearning, and…and how every moment with you was so maddeningly intense, and…”
And what else could Crowley say? How could he expect Aziraphale to understand that after six thousand years of torture he’d actually got a bit used to it? That he’d felt like a band strained further and further, and now he found himself permanently stretched, flopping about with too much slack and no way to hold on to what he’d been reaching towards for so long?
(Crowley kind of misses the pining when it's gone. Aziraphale comes up with a solution.)
Possession and Other Hauntings by robynthemagpie_writes
From the moment they swap, Aziraphale and Crowley are aware of the echoes of each other's lives that they sense whilst living in each other's skin. These memories, these ghosts, will haunt them until they face them.
~Mod P