Lazing Around 2/5
anonymous
September 12 2009, 18:54:11 UTC
"Oh! In the tomato fields! When I asked how were they doing, your turned with a smile to me... you looked so cute," she said, squeezing her again "you don't smile enough, amor~ did you know how pretty it makes you look?".
God, she hated what that bastard did to her. Those were definitely butterflies in her stomach. Once again deciding she better not look at her reflection, Lovina grew silent, not knowing what to say.
"So..." Spain continued at Lovina's silence. "I want to stay in bed all day-"
"You?" Lovina finally said, snarking at Spain being one thing she could always do "I can't believe it," she deadpanned, voice full of sarcasm.
Spain pouted. Lovina did not find her reflection adorable. Not at all.
"With you," Spain continued, resting her chin on South Italy's shoulder. "I want to be lazy all day, no clothing needed," she sneaked her hands on Lovina's top, enjoying her surprised squeak "just spending my day with you" she kissed her neck again "nothing else, until we get hungry and then we get up to cook something simple, and yes," she smiled at their reflection, even if Lovina couldn't see, burying her chin in her chest like she was "you'll get up too, because no one cooks salsa like you, and I'm not wasting the opportunity to have some, you know?" she said affectionately, threading her fingers on top of Lovina's stomach.
Lovina turned around, searching for Spain's lips. "Lazy bastard," she whispered against them after a soft brush, her own hands going on top of Spain's.
She laughed. "It's partly your fault, you know? If it were for me, I'd never leave the bed when you're around."
"Don't you blame me, dammit," Lovina said, rolling her eyes and forcing Spain's hands to separate, leaving her free "you've always been a lazy bastard, me being here or not," turning around, kneeling on the bench, she put her hands on Spain's shoulders, leaving their faces close.
Antonia threaded her fingers on Lovina's back with a smile (oh, she was getting such a nice view from there! Thank God Lovina had apparently forgotten about the mirror). "But I enjoy it much more when you're around, did you know?" she asked, before tilting her head to kiss Lovina's lips.
The Italian girl could only huff before their lips met. She tilted her head too, closing her eyes to focus only on the sensations traveling her body. One of Spain's hands moved up and started to play with her hair, making her sigh in between kisses.
"At least I hear no complaints from you."
Lovina got up, starting to walk towards the bed. "Just this time, bastard."
Spain laughed. "Then I better make the most out of it, right?"
"What are you-? ACK, SPAIN!"
Successfully tackling her to the bed the second she turned around to look at her, Spain smiled down. She laughed when Lovina tried to sit up, only to hit her face on her breasts and then lie back in a hurry, her face red.
"Careful, Lovi~ your cute, cute tomato face might make me hungry before we can even settle on bed" she winked, balancing herself so she was straddling the Italian but not settling her weight on her. Taking advantage of the Italian's closed eyes, she shrugged her shirt off and let her hair fall, shaking her head and threading her fingers in it to fix it.
Lovina dragged herself a bit, just enough to be able to sit without having her face become acquainted with Spain's breasts again. "Dammit, Antonia," she muttered "stop embarrassing me, you-" she blinked, her blush going from red to crimson when something dawned on her "when the hell did you take your shirt off, dammit?!"
God, she hated what that bastard did to her. Those were definitely butterflies in her stomach. Once again deciding she better not look at her reflection, Lovina grew silent, not knowing what to say.
"So..." Spain continued at Lovina's silence. "I want to stay in bed all day-"
"You?" Lovina finally said, snarking at Spain being one thing she could always do "I can't believe it," she deadpanned, voice full of sarcasm.
Spain pouted. Lovina did not find her reflection adorable. Not at all.
"With you," Spain continued, resting her chin on South Italy's shoulder. "I want to be lazy all day, no clothing needed," she sneaked her hands on Lovina's top, enjoying her surprised squeak "just spending my day with you" she kissed her neck again "nothing else, until we get hungry and then we get up to cook something simple, and yes," she smiled at their reflection, even if Lovina couldn't see, burying her chin in her chest like she was "you'll get up too, because no one cooks salsa like you, and I'm not wasting the opportunity to have some, you know?" she said affectionately, threading her fingers on top of Lovina's stomach.
Lovina turned around, searching for Spain's lips. "Lazy bastard," she whispered against them after a soft brush, her own hands going on top of Spain's.
She laughed. "It's partly your fault, you know? If it were for me, I'd never leave the bed when you're around."
"Don't you blame me, dammit," Lovina said, rolling her eyes and forcing Spain's hands to separate, leaving her free "you've always been a lazy bastard, me being here or not," turning around, kneeling on the bench, she put her hands on Spain's shoulders, leaving their faces close.
Antonia threaded her fingers on Lovina's back with a smile (oh, she was getting such a nice view from there! Thank God Lovina had apparently forgotten about the mirror). "But I enjoy it much more when you're around, did you know?" she asked, before tilting her head to kiss Lovina's lips.
The Italian girl could only huff before their lips met. She tilted her head too, closing her eyes to focus only on the sensations traveling her body. One of Spain's hands moved up and started to play with her hair, making her sigh in between kisses.
"At least I hear no complaints from you."
Lovina got up, starting to walk towards the bed. "Just this time, bastard."
Spain laughed. "Then I better make the most out of it, right?"
"What are you-? ACK, SPAIN!"
Successfully tackling her to the bed the second she turned around to look at her, Spain smiled down. She laughed when Lovina tried to sit up, only to hit her face on her breasts and then lie back in a hurry, her face red.
"Careful, Lovi~ your cute, cute tomato face might make me hungry before we can even settle on bed" she winked, balancing herself so she was straddling the Italian but not settling her weight on her. Taking advantage of the Italian's closed eyes, she shrugged her shirt off and let her hair fall, shaking her head and threading her fingers in it to fix it.
Lovina dragged herself a bit, just enough to be able to sit without having her face become acquainted with Spain's breasts again. "Dammit, Antonia," she muttered "stop embarrassing me, you-" she blinked, her blush going from red to crimson when something dawned on her "when the hell did you take your shirt off, dammit?!"
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