For Better or For Worse [LietPolLiet] [3b/3+Notes]
anonymous
August 10 2009, 02:42:42 UTC
"Liiiet," the blond scolded, brushing Lithuania's hair back from his face. "You're like, making a face. That's so not cool, you know!"
Lithuania laughed. Nothing could keep Poland down for long... as he ought, by now, to have expected. "Aren't I always making a face? It can't really be helped..."
"The worried one. Totally lame, Liet!"
Wrapping his arms around Poland's waist, Lithuania kissed his cheek. "I'll work on that."
Poland leaned forward into the hug, dropping his voice to a whisper in Liet's ear.
"I could totally help you chill out, you know..."
"P-Poland!"
"What? I could..."
Lithuania swallowed, trying to ignore the way Poland's hips pressed against his, trying not to think about how Poland was already straddling his waist in that short, short skirt... "Poland, I... we... y-you're drunk!"
"Oh, yeah." Poland rolled his eyes. "'Cause we've like... never gotten drunk and fucked before. Ever. And it's totally not like I'd let you do me anytime, right?"
He had to admit, Poland made a very convincing point. It was a little unfair, being so... short-skirted and articulate, when Lithuania was also drunk. "...Well, that does make sense..."
"Like, duh. What do I say that doesn't?" Poland kissed Lithuania hard, fiddling with the knot of his tie.
"Mmh. Mm...L-Lots of things?" At some point, Poland had slid a hand down the front of Lithuania's pants. "Oh, Christ, Poland..."
"Mmmm, you can be totally slow sometimes, Liet. But that's okay. It's like, one of the things I love about you..."
"Is...is it?" Oh, Hell, alcohol and Poland's hands were making banter much more difficult than it needed to be. "That, and what?"
Poland smiled. Somehow, Lithuania felt like it was a sign that the world was making itself right again, one little fractured piece at a time.
"Everything else. I totally love you, Liet..."
Lithuania laughed. "I love you, too, Poland."
"Good! So like, now that that's settled, are you like, gonna fuck me or what?"
"Poland!"
"Is that like, a yes or a no?"
"...Yesss...!"
"...Heh."
"You're evil."
"I like, love you, too."
And, despite the best efforts of a good few empires and supernations over two long centuries, they lived happily ever after.
Lithuania laughed. Nothing could keep Poland down for long... as he ought, by now, to have expected. "Aren't I always making a face? It can't really be helped..."
"The worried one. Totally lame, Liet!"
Wrapping his arms around Poland's waist, Lithuania kissed his cheek. "I'll work on that."
Poland leaned forward into the hug, dropping his voice to a whisper in Liet's ear.
"I could totally help you chill out, you know..."
"P-Poland!"
"What? I could..."
Lithuania swallowed, trying to ignore the way Poland's hips pressed against his, trying not to think about how Poland was already straddling his waist in that short, short skirt... "Poland, I... we... y-you're drunk!"
"Oh, yeah." Poland rolled his eyes. "'Cause we've like... never gotten drunk and fucked before. Ever. And it's totally not like I'd let you do me anytime, right?"
He had to admit, Poland made a very convincing point. It was a little unfair, being so... short-skirted and articulate, when Lithuania was also drunk. "...Well, that does make sense..."
"Like, duh. What do I say that doesn't?" Poland kissed Lithuania hard, fiddling with the knot of his tie.
"Mmh. Mm...L-Lots of things?" At some point, Poland had slid a hand down the front of Lithuania's pants. "Oh, Christ, Poland..."
"Mmmm, you can be totally slow sometimes, Liet. But that's okay. It's like, one of the things I love about you..."
"Is...is it?" Oh, Hell, alcohol and Poland's hands were making banter much more difficult than it needed to be. "That, and what?"
Poland smiled. Somehow, Lithuania felt like it was a sign that the world was making itself right again, one little fractured piece at a time.
"Everything else. I totally love you, Liet..."
Lithuania laughed. "I love you, too, Poland."
"Good! So like, now that that's settled, are you like, gonna fuck me or what?"
"Poland!"
"Is that like, a yes or a no?"
"...Yesss...!"
"...Heh."
"You're evil."
"I like, love you, too."
And, despite the best efforts of a good few empires and supernations over two long centuries, they lived happily ever after.
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