Re: Warm Whispers 1b/1
anonymous
January 21 2011, 04:03:45 UTC
“I missed you a lot, sweetheart.” America’s words brushed up and down his neck, along with his lips, which inspired England to hum in contentment and agreement (he didn’t really mind the pet-names America slipped into after sex…in fact he quite liked them). “A month is way too long; I’m vetoing month long gaps between visits from now on.”
“Really? And how exactly will you accomplish that?” England tilted his head to the side to give America more access to press soft, butterfly kisses up and down his neck. “It’s not like either of us could really control that.”
“I’ll kidnap you of course!”
England snorted and tugged America’s face away from his neck smirking at the younger nation as he gripped his face with his hands. “Kidnap me?”
“Yep!”
“That certainly doesn’t sound very heroic.”
America shook his head and smiled, pressing a soft kiss to England’s lips before he took England’s hands from where the cradled his face and tucked them both under his chin, wrapped in his hands tight. “No, it totally would be! See, I’d be rescuing you from all your boring work and your dying need to see me!”
England bent his knee upward, causing the sheet he was wrapped in to slip down to his navel, and frowned mockingly at the younger nation, who was looking so utterly adorable pressing kisses to his fingers that England nearly felt like giggling in happiness. “Dying need? Don’t be daft; unlike some, I can exercise a bit of self control.”
“Oh yeah?” America smiled mischievously and shifted his grip on England’s hands so that he held both of his wrists in one hand. England toyed briefly with the idea of pulling out of that grip but decided against it when America’s other hand slid up his exposed leg; he didn’t mind giving America control every now and then. “So, you’re saying that you didn’t miss me at all, sugar? All those lonely nights without me there to do this,” his fingers grazed up England’s leg to his hip, “or this?” he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to England’s sternum. “You were totally fine without any of that?”
England felt his face flush at the attention but he replied with his smirk fully intact. “I repeat, I have self-control.”
“Jeez, make a guy feel wanted why don’t ya! Maybe next time I’ll go Mattie’s to unwind after a month of hard work and let you just sit here and knit since you obviously don’t need me!” The younger nation pouted at him and shifted against England’s sated body, bare, still heated skin brushing against his own softly.
England tugged his hands free of America’s grip and wrapped them around his shoulders, tickling the nape of his neck and upper back. “You wouldn’t last an hour, love.”
America dropped the pout and smiled goofily. “Only because you’re so sexy, muffin.”
England couldn’t help it, he laughed. “‘Muffin,’ honestly?”
America laughed along with him before he settled back down across England’s chest, resting in between his legs. England kept the smile on even after his laughter died down and went back to combing through America’s hair. He felt sleepy, content, and comfortably warm; it had been a long time since he’d seen America, longer than he liked, no matter what he joked about or said out loud. It hadn’t meant to be a month long gap between when England visited America in the states and when the younger nation visited him on his land…but things had cropped up and got in the way. They were nations; it was wont to happen, as much as they disliked it.
Re: Warm Whispers 1c/1
anonymous
January 21 2011, 04:05:42 UTC
England knew that America was still upset over what had happened in Tucson; probably more upset than he was letting on to the other nations. On top of the multiple threats and bomb scares recently, the vitriol political climate, and a still concerning economy, the shooting had definitely been the tip of the iceberg. England remembered how angry the young nation had been with Russia over the comments his reporters had made regarding the incident and what it said about America’s people and government. England had been angry too and he’d had a private word with Russia regarding the comments; he may not be a super power any longer but he certainly did not take kindly to those who hurt what was his. And while Russia was unstable at best and terrifying at worst, England had felt a thrill of satisfaction that he had backed off a bit after a phone conversation with Arthur Kirkland.
Yes, there had been horribly valid reasons that kept America from visiting as scheduled, and England had been equally as busy it seemed, though with far less stressful things . But, England hated thinking about dark things when he had every reason to be cheerful, cozy, and content and America was cuddling him close. So he pushed the thoughts of why America had been delayed and focused that he was there now and that they were wrapped up in the afterglow; he smiled when he felt America hug him tighter and breathe out a pleased sigh across his bare chest. It was so terribly sappy that England daren’t say it aloud, but he loved it when America held him like this, as if England was his own personal teddy bear, all limbs and warm exhalations. He might have even love the cuddling and nonsense words more than the actual sex…maybe; it was hard to say really.
“Whatcha thinking about?” America’s words were quiet and muffled against his skin but England could still hear them.
“Nothing…”
“You’re such a bad liar, Iggy. I bet you’re thinking about me!”
“Must you always be such an egotistical wanker?”
“You like it.”
“You’re mental.”
“For you.”
England felt a tight feeling in his throat at the simple, straightforward, wonderful way America declared his affections; he tugged at America’s hair a little so he could meet the blue eyes he’d come to love again more than anything else. The younger nation gave him another dopey grin, which England took the liberty of kissing off his face, tugging the slightly larger body upwards so he didn’t have to crane his neck at a horrible angle. They shuffled around a bit, both still too spent to really get to worked up again, before England felt his equilibrium shift suddenly and he was straddling America’s lap, their sheet tangled and crumpled by their feet. He gave America an arch look and huffed at the smug expression.
“Well, now our sheet’s gone, isn’t it?”
“It’s okay, I like the view.”
“You’re incorrigible. Don’t know where you possibly could have gotten it from, certainly not me!” England tried to look affronted but it was hard to do so when America was looking at him like that and making the quintessential butterflies erupt in his stomach. That was something that never failed to cheer England up if he was feeling a bit gloomy, the fact that despite their years together and their troubles, America could always make him feel like new with just one look. He was turning into a bloody sap being with America, but frankly he didn’t give a damn if he was; they deserved a bit of happiness, didn’t they?
Re: Warm Whispers 1d/1
anonymous
January 21 2011, 04:07:59 UTC
“Oh please, I’m pretty sure we both know you’re the closet pervert here! Whose idea was it to play Dirty Cowboys again?”
England smirked at the memory. “I didn’t here you complaining at the time, love.”
“Well, like ANYONE would complain during Dirty Cowboys.” America laughed and tugged at England’s hands, silently trying to get him to lean down a bit. The older nation rolled his eyes good naturedly before adjusting himself so he was resting on his forearms, hovering slightly above America, his disgustingly messy hair brushing against his nose. “But still-pervert.”
“I take offense to that accusation. I haven’t seen you in a month and here you are, insulting me in my own bed no less.”
“Aww sweetheart, don’t be like that. You know I think you’re sexy as hell, perverted but fun games and all.” America caught England’s lip in a more heated kiss, his hands stroking up and down his back. England felt a small flare of heat lick at his spine and he kissed back, hard, pressing America back into the mattress. Both weren’t really up for taking it any further so England pulled away slowly, dropping small kisses along America’s skin before he settled down and rested his head against the younger nation’s heartbeat. Strong arms held him steady as America shifted beneath him so they were both comfortable, and England inhaled deeply, taking all the scents that surrounded America in like much needed breath of fresh air. He had missed the fool terribly.
“You’re going to be cold if you leave the sheets crumpled there. If you wake me with you’re incessant fidgeting again I can assure you I will find a way to close all the blasted McDonald’s in Britain for a day.” England grinned at the sharp gasp he felt America take beneath his ear and arched an eyebrow appreciatively at how he managed to maneuver the sheets back around them with only his feet and a very flexible leg. “Much better.”
“You really wouldn’t close down the Mickey D’s, would you, sweetheart?”
England gave a laugh and shook his head against America’s chest.
America tapped his head and flashed a bright smile as England scooted up and met his eyes. “Have I told you how much I love you yet?”
“I’m sure you might have mentioned it once or twice, but one can always hear it again.”
America smiled and kissed his temple, murmuring the words again and again into England’s ear until he fell asleep, a smile on his face, warm whispers in his heart.
If this is who I think it is, PFFFFFFFFFFT. You sure deliver one hell of a sappy fic. God, I love it. It gives me stronger tingles than actual porn fics.
Re: SAP-LOVING OP
anonymous
January 21 2011, 05:32:01 UTC
AWWW...why didn't I think of that?
Oh, btw, the title is taken from a song by Missy Higgins called, appropriately, Warm Whispers....I basically listened to it on loop while writing...you should check it out XD
Re: Warm Whispers 1d/1
anonymous
January 22 2011, 00:21:55 UTC
I have never had a cavity in my life before.
I think I may be getting one right now.
I am COMPLETELY FINE WITH THIS NEW DEVELOPMENT BECAUSE OMG. I love how comfortable they are with each other; I love how the whole piece feels so warm and cozy, and full of light (if that even makes any sense, but that's the impression I left with); I love what a TOTAL GOOF America is ("muffin?" Really, America? YOU BIG DORK ILU TO BIS!)...
“You really wouldn’t close down the Mickey D’s, would you, sweetheart?”
I read this in that funny '50s accent, like out of old movies, and I LOL'D AND LOL'D.
My only complaint is that it was a little soon to drop a huge Tuscon shooting angstbomb in the middle of the fluff [crosses fingers that wank won't start, but I thought I ought to say it]
Re: Warm Whispers 1d/1
anonymous
January 22 2011, 00:47:33 UTC
^^ AuthorAnon is happy you enjoyed!
I'm from AZ, Tucson hit incredibly close to home and my view is, this is my small way of dealing with what happened, and that the best way to overcome hate is through love. Sorry if this upset you, but I really don't think this will cause wank, and if it does, above is my answer :)
Re: Warm Whispers 1d/1
anonymous
January 22 2011, 04:34:28 UTC
I guess that's fair - maybe I just had a weirdly strong reaction to it (I actually live completely across the country; it's not like I'm from Arizona). Still would have appreciated a warning or something. But I know everyone's way of dealing with stuff is different and yours is as legit as mine.
“Really? And how exactly will you accomplish that?” England tilted his head to the side to give America more access to press soft, butterfly kisses up and down his neck. “It’s not like either of us could really control that.”
“I’ll kidnap you of course!”
England snorted and tugged America’s face away from his neck smirking at the younger nation as he gripped his face with his hands. “Kidnap me?”
“Yep!”
“That certainly doesn’t sound very heroic.”
America shook his head and smiled, pressing a soft kiss to England’s lips before he took England’s hands from where the cradled his face and tucked them both under his chin, wrapped in his hands tight. “No, it totally would be! See, I’d be rescuing you from all your boring work and your dying need to see me!”
England bent his knee upward, causing the sheet he was wrapped in to slip down to his navel, and frowned mockingly at the younger nation, who was looking so utterly adorable pressing kisses to his fingers that England nearly felt like giggling in happiness. “Dying need? Don’t be daft; unlike some, I can exercise a bit of self control.”
“Oh yeah?” America smiled mischievously and shifted his grip on England’s hands so that he held both of his wrists in one hand. England toyed briefly with the idea of pulling out of that grip but decided against it when America’s other hand slid up his exposed leg; he didn’t mind giving America control every now and then. “So, you’re saying that you didn’t miss me at all, sugar? All those lonely nights without me there to do this,” his fingers grazed up England’s leg to his hip, “or this?” he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to England’s sternum. “You were totally fine without any of that?”
England felt his face flush at the attention but he replied with his smirk fully intact. “I repeat, I have self-control.”
“Jeez, make a guy feel wanted why don’t ya! Maybe next time I’ll go Mattie’s to unwind after a month of hard work and let you just sit here and knit since you obviously don’t need me!” The younger nation pouted at him and shifted against England’s sated body, bare, still heated skin brushing against his own softly.
England tugged his hands free of America’s grip and wrapped them around his shoulders, tickling the nape of his neck and upper back. “You wouldn’t last an hour, love.”
America dropped the pout and smiled goofily. “Only because you’re so sexy, muffin.”
England couldn’t help it, he laughed. “‘Muffin,’ honestly?”
America laughed along with him before he settled back down across England’s chest, resting in between his legs. England kept the smile on even after his laughter died down and went back to combing through America’s hair. He felt sleepy, content, and comfortably warm; it had been a long time since he’d seen America, longer than he liked, no matter what he joked about or said out loud. It hadn’t meant to be a month long gap between when England visited America in the states and when the younger nation visited him on his land…but things had cropped up and got in the way. They were nations; it was wont to happen, as much as they disliked it.
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Yes, there had been horribly valid reasons that kept America from visiting as scheduled, and England had been equally as busy it seemed, though with far less stressful things . But, England hated thinking about dark things when he had every reason to be cheerful, cozy, and content and America was cuddling him close. So he pushed the thoughts of why America had been delayed and focused that he was there now and that they were wrapped up in the afterglow; he smiled when he felt America hug him tighter and breathe out a pleased sigh across his bare chest. It was so terribly sappy that England daren’t say it aloud, but he loved it when America held him like this, as if England was his own personal teddy bear, all limbs and warm exhalations. He might have even love the cuddling and nonsense words more than the actual sex…maybe; it was hard to say really.
“Whatcha thinking about?” America’s words were quiet and muffled against his skin but England could still hear them.
“Nothing…”
“You’re such a bad liar, Iggy. I bet you’re thinking about me!”
“Must you always be such an egotistical wanker?”
“You like it.”
“You’re mental.”
“For you.”
England felt a tight feeling in his throat at the simple, straightforward, wonderful way America declared his affections; he tugged at America’s hair a little so he could meet the blue eyes he’d come to love again more than anything else. The younger nation gave him another dopey grin, which England took the liberty of kissing off his face, tugging the slightly larger body upwards so he didn’t have to crane his neck at a horrible angle. They shuffled around a bit, both still too spent to really get to worked up again, before England felt his equilibrium shift suddenly and he was straddling America’s lap, their sheet tangled and crumpled by their feet. He gave America an arch look and huffed at the smug expression.
“Well, now our sheet’s gone, isn’t it?”
“It’s okay, I like the view.”
“You’re incorrigible. Don’t know where you possibly could have gotten it from, certainly not me!” England tried to look affronted but it was hard to do so when America was looking at him like that and making the quintessential butterflies erupt in his stomach. That was something that never failed to cheer England up if he was feeling a bit gloomy, the fact that despite their years together and their troubles, America could always make him feel like new with just one look. He was turning into a bloody sap being with America, but frankly he didn’t give a damn if he was; they deserved a bit of happiness, didn’t they?
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England smirked at the memory. “I didn’t here you complaining at the time, love.”
“Well, like ANYONE would complain during Dirty Cowboys.” America laughed and tugged at England’s hands, silently trying to get him to lean down a bit. The older nation rolled his eyes good naturedly before adjusting himself so he was resting on his forearms, hovering slightly above America, his disgustingly messy hair brushing against his nose. “But still-pervert.”
“I take offense to that accusation. I haven’t seen you in a month and here you are, insulting me in my own bed no less.”
“Aww sweetheart, don’t be like that. You know I think you’re sexy as hell, perverted but fun games and all.” America caught England’s lip in a more heated kiss, his hands stroking up and down his back. England felt a small flare of heat lick at his spine and he kissed back, hard, pressing America back into the mattress. Both weren’t really up for taking it any further so England pulled away slowly, dropping small kisses along America’s skin before he settled down and rested his head against the younger nation’s heartbeat. Strong arms held him steady as America shifted beneath him so they were both comfortable, and England inhaled deeply, taking all the scents that surrounded America in like much needed breath of fresh air. He had missed the fool terribly.
“You’re going to be cold if you leave the sheets crumpled there. If you wake me with you’re incessant fidgeting again I can assure you I will find a way to close all the blasted McDonald’s in Britain for a day.” England grinned at the sharp gasp he felt America take beneath his ear and arched an eyebrow appreciatively at how he managed to maneuver the sheets back around them with only his feet and a very flexible leg. “Much better.”
“You really wouldn’t close down the Mickey D’s, would you, sweetheart?”
England gave a laugh and shook his head against America’s chest.
America tapped his head and flashed a bright smile as England scooted up and met his eyes. “Have I told you how much I love you yet?”
“I’m sure you might have mentioned it once or twice, but one can always hear it again.”
America smiled and kissed his temple, murmuring the words again and again into England’s ear until he fell asleep, a smile on his face, warm whispers in his heart.
Fin.
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AnonAuthor hopes you liked it XD
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jus-- ...that wa-- ...it-- ...D'AWWWW~
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Happy you enjoyed!
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If this is who I think it is, PFFFFFFFFFFT. You sure deliver one hell of a sappy fic. God, I love it. It gives me stronger tingles than actual porn fics.
Thank you so much for writing this "anon". >U>b
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I was told today I am the go-to person for fluff...request for extra sap does not intimidate me XD
Writing this cheered me up :D
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/a sucker for that sap
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Oh, btw, the title is taken from a song by Missy Higgins called, appropriately, Warm Whispers....I basically listened to it on loop while writing...you should check it out XD
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And why yes, I would love some art
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I think I may be getting one right now.
I am COMPLETELY FINE WITH THIS NEW DEVELOPMENT BECAUSE OMG. I love how comfortable they are with each other; I love how the whole piece feels so warm and cozy, and full of light (if that even makes any sense, but that's the impression I left with); I love what a TOTAL GOOF America is ("muffin?" Really, America? YOU BIG DORK ILU TO BIS!)...
“You really wouldn’t close down the Mickey D’s, would you, sweetheart?”
I read this in that funny '50s accent, like out of old movies, and I LOL'D AND LOL'D.
My only complaint is that it was a little soon to drop a huge Tuscon shooting angstbomb in the middle of the fluff [crosses fingers that wank won't start, but I thought I ought to say it]
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I'm from AZ, Tucson hit incredibly close to home and my view is, this is my small way of dealing with what happened, and that the best way to overcome hate is through love. Sorry if this upset you, but I really don't think this will cause wank, and if it does, above is my answer :)
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