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( Christmas Reveals )
“Are you ready, dear?” she asked.
Canada could only manage a weak nod in response.
Russia smiled, and quickly tugged the underwear completely off. Canada felt a fresh burst of mingled embarrassment and anticipation as Russia’s gaze settled appraisingly in between her legs. Then, she pressed the tip of her index finger to the center of the damp folds of skin, nestled in the patch of curly blonde hair. Canada gasped, her back arching off the bed, desperate to push Russia’s cold fingers further into her.
“Oh!” Russia cooed. “So pretty and soft and warm.” Her finger moved up to nudge something that sent sensation somewhere between pain and pleasure slamming into Canada’s stomach. She had to bite back a plea for Russia to stop. Seriously, Russia asked, “Has anyone ever been inside here before?”
Canada shook her head. “No, oh… God! No one!”
Russia’s smile returned. “Good.” Her finger slid one knuckle into Canada. “You’ll be just mine, then.”
Canada was nearly panicked as the cold thickness of Russia’s finger was removed from her body. However, only a second, it was replaced by something heavier settling over the bare, throbbing flesh. Russia pressed a paradoxically chaste kiss to the warm hole that seemed to have become the center of Canada’s body, her whole being.
Then, her tongue slid out and began to gently lap at the growing moisture, at the same point as her lips felt around the soft flesh.
A high, inarticulate groan was drawn from Canada’s throat. “Russia! M-miss… Oh, God!” At Russia’s prompting, she spread her legs further. The sound of Russia’s mouth, sucking and slurping away, would under any other circumstances turned Canada’s stomach, but now it made her heart pound in joy.
Russia’s tongue pushed through the small, wet ring of flesh into Canada. First, it was stiff and hard, then loose and wriggling.
The tongue felt incredibly deep inside her, continually pushing deeper. Russia’s mouth seemed to be the only warm part of her body. Canada felt waves of heat rushing though her, sweat running over her chest and down her forehead into her hair.
Then, cold rushed back as Russia’s tongue slid out of her. Canada sat up slightly, and looked down in confusion at the hazy nation going down on her. “Huh…?”
Russia giggled. “You’re so cute!” she enthused.
Before Canada could figure out some way to respond, Russia knelt and licked Canada with the wide flat of her tongue, pushing hard against her clitoris.
“Shit!” Canada sobbed quietly.
Russia pulled away again. “Dirty!” she laughed, and then went back to sucking.
Canada wasn’t aware of time, only the cannon fire of her heartbeat and the wet warmth of Russia’s lips and tongue. Suddenly, her stomach was burning, her head thrashed from side to side, her throat closed up, and a strangled cry was drawn from the depths of her chest, as pleasure took over her whole body.
After an infinitely long moment, normal sense settled back over her. She lay weak and panting in the damp blankets. Once her strength returned, she propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at Russia. The other nation licked at the last of the moisture, then pulled away and smiled up at Canada, hands on her knees, panting as well.
She pressed her hand to her mouth and looked in interest at the wet spot. “Did you enjoy it, dear?”
Canada nodded, her head lolling weakly. “Uh… uh-huh. Thank you, thank you so much, Russia.”
Russia hummed happily. She pressed one last kiss to the small patch of curly hair, and then slid back onto the bed, curling up next to Canada, her head resting on the younger nation’s chest. “You taste so sweet, Canada,” she said in a moony voice, nuzzling her cheek against Canada’s breast. She sighed beatifically.
Canada hesitated a moment, then murmured, “D-do you want me to… or… what should I…?
Russia seemed to understand her plainly despite her stammering. She smiled sweetly, almost angelically, Canada thought. “Here,” she said gently.
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The weak, pleasure-mad sounds issuing from the powerful nation bolstered Canada’s confidence. She lowered her head and met Russia’s lips in a deep kiss. The sharp, salty taste on her tongue wasn’t sweet, but it still managed to kindle fresh arousal in Canada.
An indeterminate few minutes later, Russia’s body tensed, her legs clamping tightly shut around Canada’s probing fingers, and she groaned in Canada’s mouth. Russia pulled away from the kiss to shut her eyes and pant in exhaustion. Canada didn’t want to pull her fingers away from their warm, wet resting place. Finally, Russia shifted slightly, and she moved her hand to the other nations’ hip.
“Canada,” Russia breathed. Her eyes opened and she looked at Canada appealingly. “You’ll be with me from now on?”
Without having to think, Canada nodded.
Russia’s face lit up. “Good! I’ll take you nice places, and buy you pretty clothes.”
“I don’t need anything.”
“I’ll make sure no one’s going to forget you,” she continued. Her smile widened. “Canada,” she repeated cheerfully. To punctuate the name, she pressed a little kiss to Canada’s throat. “Canada. Can I sleep here tonight?”
“Yes, of course,” Canada said. It felt odd to have Russia place so much control in her. She would never have thought this passive personality dwelt behind the nation’s imposing front.
Running her hand through Russia’s thin, sweat-dampened hair, Canada didn’t think that she minded.
For once, everyone’s eyes were on Canada as she walked into the conference room and took her seat at the table.
Canada ignored them, readjusting her glasses and shuffling her papers.
Finally, America took the initiative to hurry over and take a seat next to her. “Hey, sis.”
“Oh, hi, America,” she said pleasantly.
America frowned at her. “What’s up?”
Canada blinked in surprise. “What do you mean?”
“I mean…” he looked pointedly up and down Canada, “…that.”
“Oh.” Canada looked down at her new, deep blue, sundress. She laughed. “Yeah. That’s nothing big. I just thought it might be time for a change.”
On an impulse, she glanced over the conference room. Her eyes settled on Russia immediately. She sat near the back of the room, looking at Canada and smiling.
“Hey, what’s over there that you’re smiling about?”
Canada looked back at her brother. “Oh, nothing. Thank you for asking. Just wondering when we were going to start. Sorry.”
She saw the relief plain in America’s face: well, there’s our old Canada, dress or no.
Russia was the only one who could see the dirty secret hiding under her polite, self-effacing smile. That was how Canada liked it.
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So, what do you want author!anon? Internets, souls, my first born? What ever it is its yours
ReCaptcha-Klapper Over. Even captcha liked it!
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You gotta love a fic that makes you question your own sexuality. For like the zillionth time. Nnnngh.
In any case, this was a treat to read. I actually like this pairing best when it's genderbent, although this is the first time I've been able to find porn of it. I like how awkward Russia is in the beginning, just charging in their and groping Canada. Not particularly eloquent when it comes to declarations of luuurve, is she? =P Oh well. At least the feeling was mutual.
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