Stilettos and Fishnets [2/5]
anonymous
June 25 2010, 09:36:49 UTC
“What’s your name?” Elizaveta asked, trying to sound polite.
“Call me Gil.” The name rolls off her tongue like a lyric, smooth and so, so beautiful to Elizaveta. It suited the mysterious dancer, and it felt just as fluid as the movement of the woman’s body.
“Gil,” she repeated quietly, and she took one more step forward, so that she was facing her, looking into those crimson eyes. Contacts? She could smell the smoke more prominently now; potent and distinct around Gil, even when she dropped the cigarette butt and rubbed it out with her stiletto.
“Something you want?” Gil asked as her hands moved into her pockets, her sharp eyes watching Elizaveta, sizing her up as she looked up and down her body, like she was taking in every detail of the brunette.
Elizaveta’s lips quirked in a smile as she reached out, lightly brushed her fingertips along Gil’s thigh. “Well…there are quite a few things I’d like.”
A frown settled on Gil’s features, and she grabbed Elizaveta’s hand firmly. “Just ‘cause I work here, don’t mean I’m a whore,” she growled. The way she reacted suggested to Elizaveta that more than one person had wanted something like this from the dancer in the past, and she was certain she’d been able to defend herself from someone who might’ve tried to take it; the grip on her hand was borderline painful. This woman was strong, and she knew it.
“I know that,” Elizaveta assured her in as soothing a voice as she could manage, leaning closer as she rested her other hand on Gil’s hips, rubbing the sloping curve through the tight leather. “I wouldn’t want to pay for this,” she whispered, and her lips were so close to Gil’s - so close that she could feel the woman’s breath and taste her scent.
Gil tensed, unsure of what to do with Elizaveta pressed almost completely against her, almost kissing her, and then…then she was. Soft but firm lips met smoky, supple lips, and Elizaveta kissed her deeply, slowly. Her tongue pressed forward, running over Gil’s lower lip until her mouth opened, slightly, and she was able to plunge her tongue inside to really taste her and experience her exotic flavor.
Elizaveta smiled against her lips when Gil’s hand released her own, and she rested it on her thigh. They broke away, panting, a silver string of saliva connecting their mouths together until Gil licked her lips. “You taste like cherries,” Gil purred breathlessly, and Elizaveta just smirked at her.
“And you taste like cigarettes,” she teased as she kissed at her throat, and then slipped down to her knees, running her hands up and down her fishnet-covered thighs.
God, her legs. They were beautiful on stage, but getting the chance to see them up close was so much more amazing, and they were even more stunning here. She could see her muscles, stretched tight and firm, and she squeezed to feel them properly. Gil trembled, and Elizaveta could feel it in her legs, under her hands, and she leaned in, just a bit, to press kisses to her thighs. The fishnet against her lips was an interesting texture, but it didn’t deter her as she kissed up and down her thighs, to her knees, and she brushed her lips against each kneecap, rubbing at the bony areas with her fingertips.
Gil gave a quiet moan, shivering. “Wh-what’re you…d-doing?” she gasped as Elizaveta lowered more, feeling along her calves and shins.
Stilettos and Fishnets [3/5]
anonymous
June 25 2010, 09:38:10 UTC
“Shhhh,” Elizaveta soothed as she kissed her shin, then laved her tongue along the side of her calf, tasting it and feeling the fishnet. She could detect the flavor of sweat on her skin, but it was pleasant, musky and it heightened everything else.
There was something so incredibly erotic for Elizaveta about being able to experience Gil’s amazing legs beneath her hands and mouth, and the way the woman above her shivered and shuddered and moaned. It was unbelievably hot.
Elizaveta lowered to Gil’s ankles, and she lifted her leg up, resting it on her shoulder so she could turn her head and press a kiss to the prominent bone. Somehow, her ankles were so delicate, so elegant, and yet strong; Elizaveta had seen that when Gil had performed. She showered her ankle with kisses, rubbing it with one hand, pressing the pads of her fingers against the skin and fishnet stockings. When she was satisfied that enough attention had been paid to that ankle, she lowered it, and did the same to the other, and while she was kissing, she sucked at the bone, licking, nipping. Elizaveta pulled away to look at the blooming mark, and the purpling skin made her smirk.
Tilting her head, she looked up at Gil, licking her lips. “Do you have a dressing room or something?” she asked as she brushed her fingers up and down her calves again.
Gil shook her head. “Uh-uh, but…the-there’s a closet just inside,” she offered with a cockeyed grin.
Elizaveta grinned right back at her, and nodded, getting to her feet. “Let’s go,” she purred, and she laced her fingers with Gil’s, allowing the other woman to lead them back through the door, inside the building and to a closet Elizaveta had passed by on her way out of the club; she had, however, been much too focused on the woman outside than the closet.
When they were both inside, and the closet door was closed, locked, Elizaveta backed Gil up onto a pile of tablecloths and leaned over her. She kissed down her chest, between her breasts, down over the leather of the corset, and down, down, back to her legs. She brushed her lips over her thighs again, then her shins, and finally to her stiletto-covered feet. Elizaveta sat back on her heels, and started to undo the shoes, pulling them off and setting them aside - within reach, for when Gil would need them later.
Elizaveta took one foot in her hand, lightly massaging it, slowly and soothingly. Gil groaned - for another reason now; it felt damn good, and was wonderfully relaxing. Elizaveta gave the other foot the same treatment, until Gil was practically a puddle of goo on the tablecloths, and then she pulled her foot up, and took her big toe between her lips. Gil gasped, her hips jerking as Elizaveta sucked firmly at her toe through the stockings, and then she moved to her next toe, doing the same as before - and then the next and the next, until she’d smothered each digit with wet attention. She lowered that foot, and repeated the worship, relishing the noises it drew from the woman in front of her as she knelt before her, almost venerating the beautiful dancer and her amazing, gorgeous legs.
“Wh-what’s…”
The sound of Gil’s voice made Elizaveta look up, blinking at her. “Yes?”
“What’s…your name?” she managed as she panted, looking down at her with heavily-lidded eyes, her sparkly eye shadow visible, even in the dark light of the closet.
Stilettos and Fishnets [4/5]
anonymous
June 25 2010, 09:39:25 UTC
“Elizaveta,” she replied smoothly, chuckling as she licked up the entire length of the sole of her foot.
“E-E-Elizaveta,” Gil repeated, and her voice was almost a whine. The pleasure of simply being licked and kissed on her feet was getting to her, in a way she’d never expected. She was slick between her thighs, almost soaking through her tight shorts, and she just wished Elizaveta would pull down the shorts and put that talented mouth to better use in places where she needed her.
The brunette chuckled as she ran her hands up and down the entirety of her legs now, sitting up a bit more, until she could grip her hips again. “May I?” she asked, politely, as she tugged at the waistband of the shorts.
Gil sighed with relief, nodding immediately. “Yeah…yeah, please,” she groaned, lifting her hips up to let Elizaveta pull the shorts away, and drop them with the shoes. “Fuck, this is so fucking awesome…”
Elizaveta kissed her thighs, spreading her legs apart so she could bite at her sensitive and strong inner thighs. Even here, she still had such impressive strength, and Elizaveta would have liked to give it much more attention…except Gil’s hot sex was right in front of her, mere inches away from her mouth, and the smell of her was intense.
“Please,” Gil growled through her teeth when Elizaveta hesitated, her hips bucking up in an attempt to prompt her to get on with it.
She seemed to get the hint, because the next thing Gil knew, Elizaveta’s mouth was pressed against her pussy, her tongue flickering out against her clit. The quickness of the pleasure shocked her to the point that she had to shove her fist against her mouth to stifle the loud “Fuck” that tried to escape; she didn’t want anyone to actually come in and see what they were doing.
Elizaveta laughed quietly, and the vibrations of it slid into Gil, making her whimper. She quite liked the dancer’s reactions to everything, especially when she suckled at her clit, kneading her thighs and hips as she did so, reveling in each mewl and moan she managed to draw from her. She slipped down further, until she could press her tongue deep inside the other woman, to actually taste that musky flavor. Lapping up her excess juices, she cleaned her with her tongue, her nose bumping against Gil’s clit.
Gil was getting close, and Elizaveta could tell - from the way she rolled and rocked her hips with each stroke over her tongue; from the keening whimpers she made, needy and loud; from the way her toes were curling in her fishnet stockings. It was a lovely display, and Elizaveta sucked harder at her clit, and pressed her tongue as deep as she could.
The dancer’s legs wrapped around Elizaveta’s head, firm and quivering as her orgasm built higher and higher and then…broke. She came with a loud shriek, and her legs tightened around Elizaveta, holding her in place as her climax rolled over her in waves. It took a few moments, but she finally collapsed back against the tablecloths, her breasts heaving with each breath.
“Th-that…that was…”
Elizaveta pulled Gil’s legs away so she could straighten up, licking her lips and chin clean. “Mmm,” she hummed, grinning down at her.
Stilettos and Fishnets [5/5]
anonymous
June 25 2010, 09:41:31 UTC
“Awesome,” Gil finished, and she managed to prop herself up on her elbows. “Want me to return the favor?” she asked smoothly.
Elizaveta opened her mouth to reply, and then Gil’s eyes went very wide, as if she’d just realized something.
“Fuck! What time is it?” she asked, looking around a bit frantically.
Elizaveta blinked, and glanced down at the watch on her wrist. “Uhh, about 12:25.”
“Shit, I have to be back on in five minutes,” Gil growled, reaching out and grabbing up her shorts, sliding them back up her thighs. She made sure they were in place - sticky or not - and then pulled her stilettos back on. “Hey, do you think you’ll still be around when I get off?”
“Of work, right?” Elizaveta asked with a grin.
Gil rolled her eyes. “Duh.”
“When are you done?”
“’Bout 2 o’clock.”
Elizaveta thought about it for a moment. That would put her there rather late, and she imagined her friends would head home before then…but then again, that also meant she’d be able to take this gorgeous creature home with her. “Sure, I’ll stick around,” she decided with a warm smile.
Gil grinned, and leaned over to press a quick kiss to Elizaveta’s lips. “Great!” and then she very quickly disappeared out of the closet, to head back on stage for her next set.
Elizaveta sighed quietly, and leaned back against the pile of tablecloths she’d previously had Gil stretched out across. Her night of fun and drinks had turned into so much more.
After that, Elizaveta found herself a regular of the Pussy Cat Club.
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It is nearing on 4 a.m. here, and I think I deserve a bit of sleep now. I hope this is what OP was looking for, as I find myself a bit fail at foot fetishes. At any rate, hope it's enjoyed!
hnghhh oh my ghsdghdsoighoihdsoighoih!!!!!!!!! ////
THAT WAS EVERYTHING I COULD EVER DREAM FOR, LOVELY AUTHOR
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I am. Guh. Having been in both of their shoes (no pun intended) foot fetish wise, I don't think you were fail at all. I could feel it from both their perspectives, getting and receiving the worship, and hnghhhhh Gil is just the sexiest thing - I loved that Prussia was still 'himself' even in the girl body. And the way you wrote Elizaveta was fucking hot. You didn't beat around the bush and you were so descriptive and hnghhhh
I'm so glad you liked it. I was terribly worried that Prussia would be too OOC as a woman, but I'm glad I nailed his -- or shall I say 'her' -- character.
I'm also delighted that you thought I got the foot fetish right. I've never been in either situation, so I hadn't any experience to draw from.
Re: Stilettos and Fishnets [5/5]
anonymous
June 27 2010, 01:31:04 UTC
There is just not enough femmeslash around in fandom, period. I don't expect much of it in Hetalia, but it's always a special treat when I do find it and oh, I love Hungary and Prussia. Wonderfully written to booth, to. Thank you ♥
“Call me Gil.” The name rolls off her tongue like a lyric, smooth and so, so beautiful to Elizaveta. It suited the mysterious dancer, and it felt just as fluid as the movement of the woman’s body.
“Gil,” she repeated quietly, and she took one more step forward, so that she was facing her, looking into those crimson eyes. Contacts? She could smell the smoke more prominently now; potent and distinct around Gil, even when she dropped the cigarette butt and rubbed it out with her stiletto.
“Something you want?” Gil asked as her hands moved into her pockets, her sharp eyes watching Elizaveta, sizing her up as she looked up and down her body, like she was taking in every detail of the brunette.
Elizaveta’s lips quirked in a smile as she reached out, lightly brushed her fingertips along Gil’s thigh. “Well…there are quite a few things I’d like.”
A frown settled on Gil’s features, and she grabbed Elizaveta’s hand firmly. “Just ‘cause I work here, don’t mean I’m a whore,” she growled. The way she reacted suggested to Elizaveta that more than one person had wanted something like this from the dancer in the past, and she was certain she’d been able to defend herself from someone who might’ve tried to take it; the grip on her hand was borderline painful. This woman was strong, and she knew it.
“I know that,” Elizaveta assured her in as soothing a voice as she could manage, leaning closer as she rested her other hand on Gil’s hips, rubbing the sloping curve through the tight leather. “I wouldn’t want to pay for this,” she whispered, and her lips were so close to Gil’s - so close that she could feel the woman’s breath and taste her scent.
Gil tensed, unsure of what to do with Elizaveta pressed almost completely against her, almost kissing her, and then…then she was. Soft but firm lips met smoky, supple lips, and Elizaveta kissed her deeply, slowly. Her tongue pressed forward, running over Gil’s lower lip until her mouth opened, slightly, and she was able to plunge her tongue inside to really taste her and experience her exotic flavor.
Elizaveta smiled against her lips when Gil’s hand released her own, and she rested it on her thigh. They broke away, panting, a silver string of saliva connecting their mouths together until Gil licked her lips. “You taste like cherries,” Gil purred breathlessly, and Elizaveta just smirked at her.
“And you taste like cigarettes,” she teased as she kissed at her throat, and then slipped down to her knees, running her hands up and down her fishnet-covered thighs.
God, her legs. They were beautiful on stage, but getting the chance to see them up close was so much more amazing, and they were even more stunning here. She could see her muscles, stretched tight and firm, and she squeezed to feel them properly. Gil trembled, and Elizaveta could feel it in her legs, under her hands, and she leaned in, just a bit, to press kisses to her thighs. The fishnet against her lips was an interesting texture, but it didn’t deter her as she kissed up and down her thighs, to her knees, and she brushed her lips against each kneecap, rubbing at the bony areas with her fingertips.
Gil gave a quiet moan, shivering. “Wh-what’re you…d-doing?” she gasped as Elizaveta lowered more, feeling along her calves and shins.
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There was something so incredibly erotic for Elizaveta about being able to experience Gil’s amazing legs beneath her hands and mouth, and the way the woman above her shivered and shuddered and moaned. It was unbelievably hot.
Elizaveta lowered to Gil’s ankles, and she lifted her leg up, resting it on her shoulder so she could turn her head and press a kiss to the prominent bone. Somehow, her ankles were so delicate, so elegant, and yet strong; Elizaveta had seen that when Gil had performed. She showered her ankle with kisses, rubbing it with one hand, pressing the pads of her fingers against the skin and fishnet stockings. When she was satisfied that enough attention had been paid to that ankle, she lowered it, and did the same to the other, and while she was kissing, she sucked at the bone, licking, nipping. Elizaveta pulled away to look at the blooming mark, and the purpling skin made her smirk.
Tilting her head, she looked up at Gil, licking her lips. “Do you have a dressing room or something?” she asked as she brushed her fingers up and down her calves again.
Gil shook her head. “Uh-uh, but…the-there’s a closet just inside,” she offered with a cockeyed grin.
Elizaveta grinned right back at her, and nodded, getting to her feet. “Let’s go,” she purred, and she laced her fingers with Gil’s, allowing the other woman to lead them back through the door, inside the building and to a closet Elizaveta had passed by on her way out of the club; she had, however, been much too focused on the woman outside than the closet.
When they were both inside, and the closet door was closed, locked, Elizaveta backed Gil up onto a pile of tablecloths and leaned over her. She kissed down her chest, between her breasts, down over the leather of the corset, and down, down, back to her legs. She brushed her lips over her thighs again, then her shins, and finally to her stiletto-covered feet. Elizaveta sat back on her heels, and started to undo the shoes, pulling them off and setting them aside - within reach, for when Gil would need them later.
Elizaveta took one foot in her hand, lightly massaging it, slowly and soothingly. Gil groaned - for another reason now; it felt damn good, and was wonderfully relaxing. Elizaveta gave the other foot the same treatment, until Gil was practically a puddle of goo on the tablecloths, and then she pulled her foot up, and took her big toe between her lips. Gil gasped, her hips jerking as Elizaveta sucked firmly at her toe through the stockings, and then she moved to her next toe, doing the same as before - and then the next and the next, until she’d smothered each digit with wet attention. She lowered that foot, and repeated the worship, relishing the noises it drew from the woman in front of her as she knelt before her, almost venerating the beautiful dancer and her amazing, gorgeous legs.
“Wh-what’s…”
The sound of Gil’s voice made Elizaveta look up, blinking at her. “Yes?”
“What’s…your name?” she managed as she panted, looking down at her with heavily-lidded eyes, her sparkly eye shadow visible, even in the dark light of the closet.
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“E-E-Elizaveta,” Gil repeated, and her voice was almost a whine. The pleasure of simply being licked and kissed on her feet was getting to her, in a way she’d never expected. She was slick between her thighs, almost soaking through her tight shorts, and she just wished Elizaveta would pull down the shorts and put that talented mouth to better use in places where she needed her.
The brunette chuckled as she ran her hands up and down the entirety of her legs now, sitting up a bit more, until she could grip her hips again. “May I?” she asked, politely, as she tugged at the waistband of the shorts.
Gil sighed with relief, nodding immediately. “Yeah…yeah, please,” she groaned, lifting her hips up to let Elizaveta pull the shorts away, and drop them with the shoes. “Fuck, this is so fucking awesome…”
Elizaveta kissed her thighs, spreading her legs apart so she could bite at her sensitive and strong inner thighs. Even here, she still had such impressive strength, and Elizaveta would have liked to give it much more attention…except Gil’s hot sex was right in front of her, mere inches away from her mouth, and the smell of her was intense.
“Please,” Gil growled through her teeth when Elizaveta hesitated, her hips bucking up in an attempt to prompt her to get on with it.
She seemed to get the hint, because the next thing Gil knew, Elizaveta’s mouth was pressed against her pussy, her tongue flickering out against her clit. The quickness of the pleasure shocked her to the point that she had to shove her fist against her mouth to stifle the loud “Fuck” that tried to escape; she didn’t want anyone to actually come in and see what they were doing.
Elizaveta laughed quietly, and the vibrations of it slid into Gil, making her whimper. She quite liked the dancer’s reactions to everything, especially when she suckled at her clit, kneading her thighs and hips as she did so, reveling in each mewl and moan she managed to draw from her. She slipped down further, until she could press her tongue deep inside the other woman, to actually taste that musky flavor. Lapping up her excess juices, she cleaned her with her tongue, her nose bumping against Gil’s clit.
Gil was getting close, and Elizaveta could tell - from the way she rolled and rocked her hips with each stroke over her tongue; from the keening whimpers she made, needy and loud; from the way her toes were curling in her fishnet stockings. It was a lovely display, and Elizaveta sucked harder at her clit, and pressed her tongue as deep as she could.
The dancer’s legs wrapped around Elizaveta’s head, firm and quivering as her orgasm built higher and higher and then…broke. She came with a loud shriek, and her legs tightened around Elizaveta, holding her in place as her climax rolled over her in waves. It took a few moments, but she finally collapsed back against the tablecloths, her breasts heaving with each breath.
“Th-that…that was…”
Elizaveta pulled Gil’s legs away so she could straighten up, licking her lips and chin clean. “Mmm,” she hummed, grinning down at her.
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Elizaveta opened her mouth to reply, and then Gil’s eyes went very wide, as if she’d just realized something.
“Fuck! What time is it?” she asked, looking around a bit frantically.
Elizaveta blinked, and glanced down at the watch on her wrist. “Uhh, about 12:25.”
“Shit, I have to be back on in five minutes,” Gil growled, reaching out and grabbing up her shorts, sliding them back up her thighs. She made sure they were in place - sticky or not - and then pulled her stilettos back on. “Hey, do you think you’ll still be around when I get off?”
“Of work, right?” Elizaveta asked with a grin.
Gil rolled her eyes. “Duh.”
“When are you done?”
“’Bout 2 o’clock.”
Elizaveta thought about it for a moment. That would put her there rather late, and she imagined her friends would head home before then…but then again, that also meant she’d be able to take this gorgeous creature home with her. “Sure, I’ll stick around,” she decided with a warm smile.
Gil grinned, and leaned over to press a quick kiss to Elizaveta’s lips. “Great!” and then she very quickly disappeared out of the closet, to head back on stage for her next set.
Elizaveta sighed quietly, and leaned back against the pile of tablecloths she’d previously had Gil stretched out across. Her night of fun and drinks had turned into so much more.
After that, Elizaveta found herself a regular of the Pussy Cat Club.
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It is nearing on 4 a.m. here, and I think I deserve a bit of sleep now. I hope this is what OP was looking for, as I find myself a bit fail at foot fetishes. At any rate, hope it's enjoyed!
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THAT WAS EVERYTHING I COULD EVER DREAM FOR, LOVELY AUTHOR
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I am. Guh. Having been in both of their shoes (no pun intended) foot fetish wise, I don't think you were fail at all. I could feel it from both their perspectives, getting and receiving the worship, and hnghhhhh Gil is just the sexiest thing - I loved that Prussia was still 'himself' even in the girl body. And the way you wrote Elizaveta was fucking hot. You didn't beat around the bush and you were so descriptive and hnghhhh
<3 thank you author anon
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I'm also delighted that you thought I got the foot fetish right. I've never been in either situation, so I hadn't any experience to draw from.
But, once again, glad you enjoyed it so much!
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