pour salt in my wounds 2/2
anonymous
October 2 2010, 21:37:30 UTC
Her mind fades from the vision of what she will attain to where she is now, writhing under his grasp. The warmth is still there, rising in her, and her panties are growing wet. She aches to rut against his thighs until she comes. Instead she reaches out with one hand to try and touch him. She's too far away, held too tight to stroke his face like she wants to, but his coat that smells like smoke and blood and him, she can feel that. Her other hand goes to the front of her dress to ease the aching in her clit. She grips tight at his coat as she opens her mouth and strains for breath. Perhaps she's turning blue, like someone frozen to death. Perhaps she's dying right in his arms. She's surprised her trachea hasn't been entirely crushed by the strength of him, but in an idle way.
And yet, there's a warmth, like the summer Russia so craves. It's spreading through her and feeling like a high, a drug in her veins. She rubs her fingers faster and faster against her clit through her clothes. Her eyes are half-closed and her neck is aching. Russia holds her life right there in his hands. He could snuff her out if he wished. The warmth rises until it comes in a crescendo, it's sharp and powerful as the feeling floods through her. She says his name, a hoarse gasp.
Just as her vision fades, he lets go of her and she collapses before him. Her chest heaves as she struggles for breath. She's never appreciated living more. This is another lesson her brother has taught her, and she is thankful for it.
"Have I....have I proven myself worthy?"
He doesn't respond. Just looks at her, with the face of a child, with mild interest at what he has done.
"I will....keep trying."
She will never give up. She picks herself up, sodden and dazed and reaches out for him to steady herself. She falls into him, into that dust and smoke and blood scent of him. She thinks he smells like death too, always there. She has never smelled anything so sweet.
Re: pour salt in my wounds 2/2
anonymous
October 3 2010, 00:03:31 UTC
Not OP, but...
Authoranon, I am amazed - that was the best Russia/Belarus fanfiction that I have ever read. In fact, that was probably the bes piece of fanfiction I've ever read - it was satisfying, complex, and arousing without overwhelming sexual detail. You really really captured Belarus in a way that I appreciate - not all "marrriage, marriage, marriage", but outstandingly devoted and utterly obsessed.
And Russia was great too - instead of his non-childlike side being portrayed as completely violent and out of control, it was actually very controlled, which I think fits him better. Also, it seemed like the whole experience was like an experiment for Russia and my headcanon says that Russia likes to test his environment to see what happens, so this was great.
Re: pour salt in my wounds 2/2
anonymous
October 3 2010, 23:11:38 UTC
As anon bove me said, this is the best story for this pairing I've ever read. The imagery was very powerful, the words you used ensnare you, and the writing was almost poetic and very beautiful, which is hard to do with such dark themes. Wonderful fill, authoranon ^^
Re: pour salt in my wounds 2/2
anonymous
October 8 2010, 02:57:57 UTC
OP here, and I loved this! The other anons pretty much said what I was thinking, only better than I could've, and this fill was nicely dark and sexy. Thank you very much!
And yet, there's a warmth, like the summer Russia so craves. It's spreading through her and feeling like a high, a drug in her veins. She rubs her fingers faster and faster against her clit through her clothes. Her eyes are half-closed and her neck is aching. Russia holds her life right there in his hands. He could snuff her out if he wished. The warmth rises until it comes in a crescendo, it's sharp and powerful as the feeling floods through her. She says his name, a hoarse gasp.
Just as her vision fades, he lets go of her and she collapses before him. Her chest heaves as she struggles for breath. She's never appreciated living more. This is another lesson her brother has taught her, and she is thankful for it.
"Have I....have I proven myself worthy?"
He doesn't respond. Just looks at her, with the face of a child, with mild interest at what he has done.
"I will....keep trying."
She will never give up. She picks herself up, sodden and dazed and reaches out for him to steady herself. She falls into him, into that dust and smoke and blood scent of him. She thinks he smells like death too, always there. She has never smelled anything so sweet.
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Authoranon, I am amazed - that was the best Russia/Belarus fanfiction that I have ever read. In fact, that was probably the bes piece of fanfiction I've ever read - it was satisfying, complex, and arousing without overwhelming sexual detail. You really really captured Belarus in a way that I appreciate - not all "marrriage, marriage, marriage", but outstandingly devoted and utterly obsessed.
And Russia was great too - instead of his non-childlike side being portrayed as completely violent and out of control, it was actually very controlled, which I think fits him better. Also, it seemed like the whole experience was like an experiment for Russia and my headcanon says that Russia likes to test his environment to see what happens, so this was great.
All in all, it was fantastic.<3
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