[Part 12][Threshold][fem!Sweden/fem!Finland][13/15]
anonymous
June 23 2010, 07:30:34 UTC
“Yes,” Finland answers simply, smiling up at Sweden. “We’re Nations, but we’re people too. I think it’s fine if it’s just between us. Even our kind has the right to some personal choice.”
Sweden doesn’t say anything back, but then she doesn’t really need to. Not with Finland. In any case, her actions are clear enough as she gently lifts up the Finn’s left hand and slides the piece of jewelry onto her ring finger. It fits perfectly as it had centuries ago, and for a heartbeat’s time it feels like she never took it off.
“I really should get it properly cleaned though,” Finland muses as Sweden still holds her hand. “You made it so well it held up through the years, but I want to take…” She trails off at the look the tall blonde is sending her way, her heart pounding hard again. She licks her lips as Sweden steps closer, pleasant tension starting to fill her body. “Sve?”
“W’sn’t done,” Sweden responds by way of explanation. Finland gets no more than that, but as the Swede pulls her into a kiss that has her knees grow weak in an instant, it’s not like she really needs it. Closing her eyes, she melts against Sweden and just lets the sensation that’s so familiar yet never tiresome take her away.
“Mama! Papa! Can-” The bright young voice halts abruptly, Finland and Sweden quickly pulling away from each other to see Sealand looking at them with a face like she wasn’t sure to be grossed out, embarrassed, or something else entirely.
“S-sea! I-” Finland blushes bright red, not quite sure how to handle this. She likes kids, always has, but fondness for children doesn’t always translate to knowing the best thing to do as a parent. Beside her, she can spot Sweden’s face going immobile, and realizes she’s getting no help on that front. She’s rattled enough she doesn’t even try to remind Sealand, for what has to be the millionth time, that Sweden isn’t a man and by extension not a father. “We, uh-”
“It’s alright,” Sealand says with a child’s ability to move past the strange world of adults, twirling one of the pigtails so like England’s around her finger. “I just wanted to know if I could go over to Latvia’s to play.”
“To Latvia’s?” Finland repeats, her steady tone at odds with the shakiness she’s still feeling. “If it’s fine with Sve, sure.”
They both look Sweden’s way, the blonde giving one of her minimal shrugs. “Spendin’ t’n’ght?”
Sweden doesn’t say anything back, but then she doesn’t really need to. Not with Finland. In any case, her actions are clear enough as she gently lifts up the Finn’s left hand and slides the piece of jewelry onto her ring finger. It fits perfectly as it had centuries ago, and for a heartbeat’s time it feels like she never took it off.
“I really should get it properly cleaned though,” Finland muses as Sweden still holds her hand. “You made it so well it held up through the years, but I want to take…” She trails off at the look the tall blonde is sending her way, her heart pounding hard again. She licks her lips as Sweden steps closer, pleasant tension starting to fill her body. “Sve?”
“W’sn’t done,” Sweden responds by way of explanation. Finland gets no more than that, but as the Swede pulls her into a kiss that has her knees grow weak in an instant, it’s not like she really needs it. Closing her eyes, she melts against Sweden and just lets the sensation that’s so familiar yet never tiresome take her away.
“Mama! Papa! Can-” The bright young voice halts abruptly, Finland and Sweden quickly pulling away from each other to see Sealand looking at them with a face like she wasn’t sure to be grossed out, embarrassed, or something else entirely.
“S-sea! I-” Finland blushes bright red, not quite sure how to handle this. She likes kids, always has, but fondness for children doesn’t always translate to knowing the best thing to do as a parent. Beside her, she can spot Sweden’s face going immobile, and realizes she’s getting no help on that front. She’s rattled enough she doesn’t even try to remind Sealand, for what has to be the millionth time, that Sweden isn’t a man and by extension not a father. “We, uh-”
“It’s alright,” Sealand says with a child’s ability to move past the strange world of adults, twirling one of the pigtails so like England’s around her finger. “I just wanted to know if I could go over to Latvia’s to play.”
“To Latvia’s?” Finland repeats, her steady tone at odds with the shakiness she’s still feeling. “If it’s fine with Sve, sure.”
They both look Sweden’s way, the blonde giving one of her minimal shrugs. “Spendin’ t’n’ght?”
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