For gar_demokratia

[belpaese]

[She's been getting ready for longer than wants to admit--fidgeting, doing and re-doing her hair, changing her skirt over and over. The painting of Hellas is in the next room over, inches away from being done, but she can't. Of course, she's not going to say that. She goes back into the art room to make sure the little table is properly set, tugs

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[belpaese]

[Red-faced, she puts her hands flat on the wall to keep herself from moving again. This isn't as humiliating as it could be, partly because she's wanted Hellas's hands on her in some way, and she's getting what she wants, isn't she? So she sniffs hard and presses her forehead into the wall, too. Her backside doesn't sting anymore, it's gone numb, but it burns where Hellas hits her.]

[gar_demokratia]

[she calms down after a while, and she's left panting a little, with a flush on her face and her palm stinging. She lets go of the skirt, but she doesns't move away-- instead she leans in and presses her body along Italy's, covering her hands with her own]

We must remember our place. Always. We can only be so much like them, and this is one way in which we can't be.

[belpaese]

[First, she tries to squirm away from her, then relaxes, just enough to let Hellas know that she's not mad. What she really wants right now is to put one of her cold hands down the back of her underwear to soothe the slapped spots, but that's not going to happen anytime soon.] Y-You're right.

[gar_demokratia]

It is unnecessarily painful to worry about it. [she should pull away, she knows, she should drink her wine, turn the conversation to another topic, or maybe just leave. But she doesn't. She presses her forehead against the back of Italy's head instead, and lets out a long breath]

Should I get you something for this? [she puts her hand on the side of the other's behind, feeling the warmth of her ass even through the fabric]

[belpaese]

Ah, you didn't hit me that hard, I'll be okay. [And she should put a stop to this, but she shakes a little at the feel of Hellas's hand and moves as if to turn around.]

[gar_demokratia]

[lets out a sigh, feeling her own breath hit the back of Italy's neck, and then she pulls away. She won't apologise, because she's not sorry-- she's simply dreading the emotional reaction she's sure will come.]

[belpaese]

[takes a quick glance at Hellas's breasts, then stares down at her bare feet]

I think I want to kiss you. [She realizes, in some dim part of her mind that cares about appropriateness, that this may not be the best time to say so, but it's a very dim part, and if she didn't say it then she wouldn't have ever.]

[gar_demokratia]

Oh, th- [she doesn't even give herself time to finish the sentence, she grabs Italy and kisses her hard, only just keeping herself from pushing her back into the wall. She hadn't realised how much she wanted that until she's doing it.]

[belpaese]

[Small as it is, she tries to use her height advantage to make the kiss a little less rough, but in the end she gives up and lets Hellas do whatever she likes, though she's still tentative and shy with it. She puts a hand on Hellas's strong shoulder and squeezes gently, not daring to slip it under her clothes--just in case that's not what she wants. Just in case she gets mad again.]

[gar_demokratia]

[she shrugs her other shoulder so the himation slips off, there- it's alright, you do whatever you want. When she feels how tentatively Italy is kissing her she calms down a little, but she's still licking her teeth and biting her lip a little, and her hands squeeze Italy's hips]

[belpaese]

[She returns the bites with the occasional nip of her own, but she could keep going like this all day, she doesn't need to go any farther. Still, she puts just the palm of her hand on Hellas's breast, just resting on it, while the other goes to cup her face, stroking her cheek with a thumb.

The whole room smells like turpentine, though, and suddenly it's giving her a headache. She pulls away just a fraction of an inch to speak.] Ah, I think we'd be more comfortable...

[gar_demokratia]

[gasps against the hand on her breast, and when she feels it she slips one hand down to the curve of Italy's behind. She gives Italy's lips one last lick after she's spoken, then steps away]

Lead the way.

[belpaese]

[takes both of Hellas's hands in hers, kisses them, and takes her through the kitchen to her bedroom. She manages, by some miracle, to keep her hands off of her, and when she shuts the door behind them--and locks it, in case of any intrusions--she stands in the middle of the room. She doesn't know how to make the first move with someone like Hellas.]

[gar_demokratia]

[raises an eyebrow, then nods towards the bed] Bed, perhaps? [that sounds like a good idea right now. She moves in regardless of what Italy will do, though, so she might end up pressed flush up against her.]

[belpaese]

What do you want me to do? [avoids a collision; sits down on the edge of the bed and tosses her shirt off. Her chest is small enough that she doesn't have to wear a bra sometimes, and today she's not.]

[gar_demokratia]

[she shrugs the himation off, then straddles Italy's lap, even though that's not something she usually does. It makes her chiton fall open all the way to her hip, though the essentials are still covered.]

You have been with women, I presume? [leans in a little, then puts a hand on one of Italy's breasts. She has rough hands, rough from weather and sea water and handling horses and ropes.]