Sheer Heaven [2/?]
anonymous
March 10 2010, 07:07:48 UTC
England had heard of the blinding white flashes that supposedly accompanied a Really Good Orgasm, but he'd never experienced one before. The sensation of wings unfurling behind his back was a bit strange, too. And he'd certainly never expected the sparkles still be there when he came down from his shuddering high and opened his eyes to--
"Whoa! What the--! Britannia Angel?!"
"Huh?" Oh, yes, Arthur, very intelligent reply, he snarked to himself. His mind was still addled, so it took a little longer than usual for the Sinking Dread to catch up to him. Gulping, England looked down to see that his legs, still wrapped around his lover's waist, were swathed in white.
"That's so hilarious! Ahahaha! The way you transformed was just like one of those magical girl shows that Japan's been making me watch with him!"
At that, he snapped out of the daze. "Put me down! Put me down right this instant!" He shoved and tried to squirm off.
"All right, all right!"
England bit his lip so he wouldn't gasp at the sensation of America's cock slipping out of him. As he struggled out of the hold, he turned his head to hide the blush that had crept up into his face at that last sensual caress.
America was staring at him. Strangely silent, now. Just. Staring.
"What?!" he snapped.
The idiot finally managed to pick up his jaw. It dropped again. Then up, then down. America gaped like a fish for a while before he found the words. As he was about to speak, England prepared a multitude of snappy comebacks for the inevitable insults, but then...
"Wow, England. Has anyone ever told you how hot you are as an angel?" That...was unexpected, England thought. He had no idea that, in America's eyes, there was a temptingly debauched angel leaning against the wall, all pristine white toga and shimmering halo. The very picture of holy beauty, but for the kiss marks littered across his neck, collarbones, chest, and those places artfully concealed by the draped fabric. America gulped at the image. "I'm sure we can go for another round..."
"There is such a thing as a 'refractory period', I'll have you know. On top of that, we're not having sex while I'm dressed up as an angel! Britannia Angel is not to be defiled by your boorish hands. Just... let me catch my breath and I'll change back." England - Britannia Angel - waved America away as he slumped back against the wall, slowly and unsteadily regaining control of his wobbly legs while generally trying his very best to ignore the warmth trailing down his thighs, likely staining his sparkling white toga.
Ignore! Ignore! There was nothing defiling his toga - not America's sex-crazed hands nor his... That. Not that, either. Definitely not.
Ah, who was he kidding? It was stringently impossible to ignore what was arguably the most embarrassing moment of his life since the Norman conquest. (Damn that French bastard! The 11th century was Not Fun.)
America, as always, easily ignored the things he didn't want to hear. "I think this time you should ride me."
England nearly choked. "Are you deaf? I said no angel sex, you insufferable git!"
"Chillax! You're returning to the prude you were in the Victorian-era!"
"I'm not taking that from the prude who instigated abstinence-only sex education in a third of his schools."
"Come to think of it, I'm pretty sure we had this conversation back in the late 1800s, and I said, 'Save a horse, ride a cowboy!' So, how about it?"
"You are deaf, aren't you? You've finally managed to remove the foot in your mouth by shoving it in your ear."
"Well, my ears are ringing a little bit, but I think that's because you screamed so loudly--"
"Excuse me?!"
"--but otherwise I'm totally fine! Yup, this hero is in top working condition! Ahahaha!"
"Ugh, save it. I'm going to-- I'm going to rest for a bit." He padded his way to the bed and immediately sank down into the covers. America followed suit, pulling England close and just holding him, trailing light kisses across his face.
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Ahem. I totally imagined France hitting puberty in the Middle Ages, so he was really horny and that's why he attacked cute widdle England and copped a feel. Thus was born their everlasting feud.
"Whoa! What the--! Britannia Angel?!"
"Huh?" Oh, yes, Arthur, very intelligent reply, he snarked to himself. His mind was still addled, so it took a little longer than usual for the Sinking Dread to catch up to him. Gulping, England looked down to see that his legs, still wrapped around his lover's waist, were swathed in white.
"That's so hilarious! Ahahaha! The way you transformed was just like one of those magical girl shows that Japan's been making me watch with him!"
At that, he snapped out of the daze. "Put me down! Put me down right this instant!" He shoved and tried to squirm off.
"All right, all right!"
England bit his lip so he wouldn't gasp at the sensation of America's cock slipping out of him. As he struggled out of the hold, he turned his head to hide the blush that had crept up into his face at that last sensual caress.
America was staring at him. Strangely silent, now. Just. Staring.
"What?!" he snapped.
The idiot finally managed to pick up his jaw. It dropped again. Then up, then down. America gaped like a fish for a while before he found the words. As he was about to speak, England prepared a multitude of snappy comebacks for the inevitable insults, but then...
"Wow, England. Has anyone ever told you how hot you are as an angel?" That...was unexpected, England thought. He had no idea that, in America's eyes, there was a temptingly debauched angel leaning against the wall, all pristine white toga and shimmering halo. The very picture of holy beauty, but for the kiss marks littered across his neck, collarbones, chest, and those places artfully concealed by the draped fabric. America gulped at the image. "I'm sure we can go for another round..."
"There is such a thing as a 'refractory period', I'll have you know. On top of that, we're not having sex while I'm dressed up as an angel! Britannia Angel is not to be defiled by your boorish hands. Just... let me catch my breath and I'll change back." England - Britannia Angel - waved America away as he slumped back against the wall, slowly and unsteadily regaining control of his wobbly legs while generally trying his very best to ignore the warmth trailing down his thighs, likely staining his sparkling white toga.
Ignore! Ignore! There was nothing defiling his toga - not America's sex-crazed hands nor his... That. Not that, either. Definitely not.
Ah, who was he kidding? It was stringently impossible to ignore what was arguably the most embarrassing moment of his life since the Norman conquest. (Damn that French bastard! The 11th century was Not Fun.)
America, as always, easily ignored the things he didn't want to hear. "I think this time you should ride me."
England nearly choked. "Are you deaf? I said no angel sex, you insufferable git!"
"Chillax! You're returning to the prude you were in the Victorian-era!"
"I'm not taking that from the prude who instigated abstinence-only sex education in a third of his schools."
"Come to think of it, I'm pretty sure we had this conversation back in the late 1800s, and I said, 'Save a horse, ride a cowboy!' So, how about it?"
"You are deaf, aren't you? You've finally managed to remove the foot in your mouth by shoving it in your ear."
"Well, my ears are ringing a little bit, but I think that's because you screamed so loudly--"
"Excuse me?!"
"--but otherwise I'm totally fine! Yup, this hero is in top working condition! Ahahaha!"
"Ugh, save it. I'm going to-- I'm going to rest for a bit." He padded his way to the bed and immediately sank down into the covers. America followed suit, pulling England close and just holding him, trailing light kisses across his face.
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Ahem. I totally imagined France hitting puberty in the Middle Ages, so he was really horny and that's why he attacked cute widdle England and copped a feel. Thus was born their everlasting feud.
I'm a slow writer, but I'll finish this!
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America: My cock has the fucking power of transformation!
/shot
Oh god, anon, that was hot. I can't wait for actual angel sex if the normal sex was that freaking good.
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(plugs nostrils with tissue)
By the way, anon, I love this line:
"You are deaf, aren't you? You've finally managed to remove the foot in your mouth by shoving it in your ear."
Made me LOL so hard.
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