He swallowed thickly, but when he looked back at her, Alfred made sure to smile his typical oblivious smile.
“W-why? There’s nothing wrong, not with me anyway,” he chuckled shakily.
With eyes narrowed, Lizzie stood up and walked over to him, making Alfred panic and take a step back. That seems to make the English girl angrier, if the glint in her eyes is any indication, but she keeps walking forward until Alfred found himself backed up against a wall. He knew that he could easily move and get away from her, but for some reason his body wouldn’t move.
Knowing that she had Alfred basically trapped, Lizzie stood in front of him, her body just inches from his own, and glared at him.
“Now, listen here, Mr. Jones, you may fool the rest of the school, but I will not take that shite from you,” she poked his chest in irritation. “For the past week, you’ve been either too irritable or too quiet-”
“I thought you’d like it if I was quieter,” Alfred teased evasively.
“Don’t change the subject, git! The fact is that you’ve been acting really odd this week-and it’s not just with everyone else in the school, but with me as well!” When his eyes widened, Lizzie smirked smugly, though her eyes held no humor. “Oh, you didn’t think I noticed, did you? That you’ve been avoiding me, that you’ve barely talked to me, that you won’t even look me in the eye anymore!”
To make her point, Lizzie took his chin in her hands and guided him to lock his guilty blue eyes with her frustrated green eyes. As the two of them stared at each other, the girl’s eyes softened, and she loosened her grip on his chin.
“Listen, it’s not that I care or anything, but,” she bit her lip, looking away hesitantly, and then she looked back at him, her cheeks flushing slightly. “As your Student Council President, it’s my job to make sure that the students of World Academy aren’t having any…problems.”
Problems? Alfred blushed.
“And if there are problems, well, it’s my job to help in any way I can.” Despite the pink on her cheeks, nothing on Lizzie’s face implied a deeper meaning to her words.
But her way too soft voice…and the way her hands burned against his skin…. He briefly looked up at the ceiling pleadingly. Why me?
“So, Alfred,” Lizzie said softly, almost purring as her eyes misted over slightly. “If there’s anything you need, anything at all, just know that I’m right here to help you.”
Oh, fuck me.
(Yes, please, a lusty voice cried in his head.
Not. Now!)
As he looked down at her, Alfred couldn’t help but gape in disbelief. Did Elizabeth not realize the sexual connotations behind her words? Or how she had said them? Or how she was still touching his face, as if she was going to pull him down for a kiss? No, she couldn’t have-there was no way Elizabeth Kirkland would flirt with him so blatantly, let alone at all. This must have been another dream, Alfred thought almost desperately. Or just wishful thinking on my part…
He cleared his throat and forced on a smile. “Really, Lizzie, I…”
What the hell are you doing? That same voice cried out from the recesses of his mind. She said that she’ll help you with “anything”; she’s practically offering herself on a silver platter!
Which is all the more reason not to do anything.
Or at least, that’s what Alfred has been telling himself for the past week. It was all he could do to prevent himself from pulling Lizzie into a secluded area and having his way with her, and yet…
“Alfred?”
There was still that nagging in the back of his mind, an incredibly weak part, begging out for flesh, heat, and release.
Lizzie moved one hand to rest on his elbow, while the other cupped his hot cheek, stroking the skin with her thumb.
A part of Alfred that was currently screaming, what with Lizzie so close to him-and weakening his resolve more and more.
“Is everything all right?” Though she both sounded and looked concerned, Alfred was certain he detected a smug, almost teasing tone in Lizzie’s voice, which was still as soft and low as before.
“I, um, well…” He quickly averted his gaze, licking his dry lips. “Lizzie…”
The hand on his cheek moved towards his shirt collar, the soft knuckles brushing against his skin, making it break out in goose bumps.
He then felt Lizzie lean up to whisper in his ear, “Yes?”
“I want you.”
Alfred stiffened, just as Lizzie picked up her head and looked up at him with a quirked eyebrow.
“I…said that out loud, didn’t I?” The American laughed nervously, his cheeks bright red.
Much to his surprise, the British girl replied with a wide smirk and narrowed eyes, looking very much like a cat cornering a canary-
Which should NOT make me hot! Even as he thought it, though, Alfred felt his blood flow down south, causing his cock to twitch and his pants to tighten. He couldn’t help but glare down at himself, one of his eyebrows twitching. Damn it, why aren’t you listening to me?!
A soft giggle brought his eyes back up to lock on sultry green, and his heart jumped. Then Lizzie leaned up to get her face towards his, her eyes fluttering closed. Against his better judgment, Alfred leaned towards her also, his eyes closing automatically as he blocked out everything except Lizzie’s warmth and the roaring in his ears.
Just one kiss…No harm can come from one kiss, right?
As their lips brushed against each other, Alfred was certain: Right.
BAM! The door was thrown open, making the two hormonal teenagers freeze in place.
“Ah, I’m sorry to have kept you two waiting so long!” The young nurse cried out worriedly, her ample chest bouncing almost obnoxiously as she ran inside the room. She looked at the two teens, noticing how close they were, but oblivious to the fact that she’d interrupted something.
“Um,” Alfred smiled awkwardly at the nurse. “It’s okay, Ms. Braginski.”
Meanwhile, Elizabeth’s hands were braced on the wall, on either side of him, as her head bent down, hiding her expression.
“Yes, Ms. Braginski, it’s fine. You just had impeccable timing, is all.”
Even though her voice sounded pleasant, Alfred became clearly aware of the fact that Lizzie had started scratching down the wall when she’d said “impeccable”, looking similar to when that Natalya chick had once tried to get through a locked room where Ivan had hidden.
…Well, at least she’s not saying ‘Marry me’, he thought wryly.
Katyusha looked at them, her eyes full of concern. “Did either of you get sick or hurt?”
That suddenly gave Alfred an idea, and he gave the young woman a smile. “Actually, I hit my head a while ago, and it really hurt. Is it okay if I just go home and rest?”
The nurse blinked, and then nodded with a small smile. “If you think that’s best.”
He winked at her, grinning. “Thanks, Miss B.”
Then Alfred gently pried one of Lizzie’s arms away from the wall and walked around the Brit to get his messenger bag. Before he walked out, he paused to awkwardly look at Lizzie, who was still looking down at the floor, her bangs covering her eyes and hiding her expression. The sight still made his chest clench, but his conscience (which got off from that little break it seemed to have taken a few minutes ago) told him that this was the right thing to do. If he stayed around her for the rest of the day, he wasn’t sure what he’d do to her-and he didn’t want to risk finding out.
“Hey, Lizzie,” he ruffled her hair playfully, though lightly. “I’ll see you later, okay?”
“Yeah, sure,” went her monotone voice. “Later.”
Alfred cringed at the emotionless tone (I think I prefer it when she yells at me), but looked away as he walked out of the room. This is for your own good, Lizzie, I promise.
Even as he said that, though, that primal voice in his mind was yelling for him to go back and claim…claim…claim!
The door to the Student Council office was kicked open, revealing one extremely red and very, very pissed off British girl, who promptly slammed it closed behind her as she stomped around the room.
“The nerve of him, getting up and walking out just before we…before we…” Elizabeth let out a frustrated scream from clenched teeth and grasped at her hair, nearly tugging the blonde strands out.
Finally, she sat on the sofa, staring off into space angrily, though also looking confused. “I don’t understand. Why is he hesitating?”
A soft tinkle, sounding somewhat like a bell, rang near her ear as a familiar voice said, “Maybe he’s shy?”
Lizzie scoffed. “That’s a load of bollocks, Flying Mint Bunny. I mean, Alfred’s been teasing me for years-and now, all of a sudden, he gets shy? It just doesn’t make any sense!”
“Well, think about it, Elizabeth,” said the rabbit shaped fairy in a knowing tone, “he’s probably feeling an influx of hormones that are too much for him to control, and that combined with the dreams, and the lust he feels for you as a result, which just gets worse whenever you’re in the room…It probably scares him.”
“Perhaps, but those uncontrollable hormones should be enough to make him want to…to…ugh, you know,” Lizzie turned away, her cheeks blushing. “I mean, that’s what the pollen is supposed to do-maximize your libido, make you lose all inhibitions, and all that crap. That should be more than enough for Alfred to act.”
“Yeah, but do you remember the previous cases we told you about,” Flying Mint Bunny replied, sounding slightly worried. “About how all the other people who used the pollen reacted, and what the usual end result was?”
Lizzie contemplated for a moment, and then snorted sarcastically. “Bunny, darling, it wouldn’t really be rape since I’m more than willing.”
(O-only because I want to get my life back to normal, where there are no constant dreams of Alfred kissing me, holding me, loving me and…and…Yes, I just want to get my life back to normal. That’s the only reason I want to fuck him…of course.)
She clicked her tongue against her teeth and stood up, putting her hands on her hips. “It doesn’t matter. I’ve got another plan anyway.”
Bunny blinked. “What do you mean?”
“Well, you know where my brother Seamus keeps the rum, right?”
“Yeah, in the cellar, but what does-?” The fairy’s eyes widened at Lizzie. “No.”
She smirked back. “Oh, yes.”
“B-but, Lizzie, you know what happens when you drink, especially if it’s rum!”
“Oh, lovey, of course I do.” Lizzie’s smirk grew, and her green eyes glinted.
And soon, so will Alfred.
**
That night, Alfred was alone in his house. His parents had left to attend some party with their friends, and Mattie was currently staying at Beilscmidt’s house (much to his chagrin), and probably would stay the night, if Alfred knew his brother as well as he thought he did.
Which means that Alfred was alone in his huge, empty house, and bored (N-n-not scared! I have no idea how you could think that! Heroes never get scared, heh-heh…).
Now, for one such as Alfred, boredom usually led to either playing videogames, or sleeping.
And, since our hero wanted to avoid sleeping and/or dreaming possibly for the rest of his life…
“Maybe I can call Kiku up to play Dante’s Inferno,” he spoke lightly, as if he wasn’t trying to avoid thinking about…that girl. “He could probably be a lot of help with that part in the Greed level…”
(Once again, no, I’m not scared! It’s just…those freaky winged demons are really hard to kill………Stop it, I can see you smiling.)
Just as he was about to pick up his phone, however, Alfred heard doorbell ring.
He paled slightly, recalling a scene from a horror movie, when a teenager had been left alone in their house, and when they opened their door and there was the killer…!
Oh, wait, that had been a teenage girl, though. False alarm! Alfred grinned to himself and walked downstairs to answer the door.
But then the comedy relief guy had been killed soon after…
Well, it’s a good thing I’m the hero, and not the comedy relief. He grinned to himself confidently as he approached his door.
Even though I’m loud, constantly making jokes, am vying for the affections of a girl with a more reserved personality (what happened in the nurse’s office didn’t count!)...
Oh, crap, I’m a comedy relief character.
Alfred gulped harshly. This really isn’t my day, is it?
The doorbell rang again, followed by a hard pounding on the door, and the American felt a shiver go up his spine. Despite his (Not fear!) nervousness, Alfred took a deep breath and slowly opened the door.
Suddenly his heart stopped, but not because the person was a killer or something. Instead, standing there was a familiar blonde girl with dazed green eyes and extremely flushed cheeks. Her hair was still loose, but was now all messed up, and her uniform was still on, though slightly ruffled up in some places. She glared up at Alfred, her lips drawn into a pout that was probably meant to intimidate him.
“Well, it’s ‘bout time ya blooming wanker!”
Alfred blinked for a beat. “Lizzie?”
“Well, duh, who else would it be?” Lizzie slurred and, despite her wobbly stance, managed to walk passed him. Alfred watched after her, still feeling shocked, as well as an odd aura of foreboding.
“Uh, please come in,” he said, almost sarcastically, as he closed and re-locked the door. He then turned to stare at Lizzie, his head tilted to the side slightly. The British girl hummed and looked at the house with a critical eye and her hands on her hips…
God, her legs look nice-GAH!
Alfred shook his head and tried to focus his thoughts.
“Lizzie, what are you doing here?” He asked seriously, causing the girl to turn around to look at him, her expression unreadable.
She shrugged. “You said that you would see me later, and here I am.”
“Well, yeah, but I meant on Monday,” he replied awkwardly. “You know, after this weekend?”
Lizzie clicked her teeth and waved it off. “Technicalities. Besides…”
A smirk appeared on her face, making Alfred tense up (in more ways than one), and he only became tenser as Lizzie sauntered over to him until she was a mere inch away. Alfred didn’t even move (probably didn’t want to move) as she brushed her lips against his earlobe.
“I didn’t want to wait,” she purred.
He swallowed. “W-wait for what?”
Though, really, as if he didn’t know.
“For this.”
Before Alfred realized it, two delicate hands grasped at the collar of his t-shirt and pulled him down to crash his lips against another pair that was as soft and warmed as he’d imagined they would be. For a moment, he just stood there as she languidly moved her lips against his, wide-eyed and unresponsive. Then Lizzie released a soft moan and ran a hand through his hair, and Alfred’s heart thumped.
Needless to say, any restraint the American had went out the window at that point.
“Mmph!” Lizzie’s eyes shot open when she felt herself being picked up by strong arms and she gasped as her back impacted against the front door. Then Lizzie meshed her lips against Alfred’s again, her head buzzing with excitement when she realized that the American was responding with a fervor that made her feel weak in the knees. She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, causing friction between their bodies, though not the friction Lizzie had desired for the past few weeks (perhaps even longer).
Alfred groaned against Lizzie’s lips as he eagerly ran his hands up her thighs, caressing the taut, heated skin that had been teasing him for God knew how long, possibly even before this weird “Lizzie dreams” phase of his. But even those sexy, sometimes borderline sordid dreams-along with the guilt they brought-didn’t matter to him now. Because as Alfred pried her lips open to deepen the kiss, all he could think about was Lizzie, and everything about her; how strong she managed to be, despite being so tiny; how she adorable she was when she blushed, even if it was out of anger; how she smiled when she thought no one (especially him) was looking; how she smelled (even though he’d always make fun of that perfume she wore, because, well, he was Alfred); how warm she was in his arms; how she tasted…
Wait. He focused on the taste on his tongue, the taste of sweet yet burning alcohol, and his stomach plummeted.
Hey, don’t tell me you’re actually gonna…? That voice in his head again. (I’m starting to think I’ve really gone crazy…) Don’t you fucking dare!
She’s drunk, Alfred told himself.
So?
It’s not right!
Come on, this is what we’ve been waiting for, though, isn’t it?
…I can wait a little longer, he assured himself with determination.
With that said, Alfred broke off the kiss, leaving both him and Lizzie panting harshly, their breaths mingling.
“What’s wrong?” Lizzie asked him gently, caressing his cheek.
He looked at her, at her soft eyes, her swollen lips and flushed face, and Alfred almost felt tempted to continue.
He groaned longingly and leaned his forehead against hers. Almost.
“I can’t.”
A beat.
“…What.”
“I’m sorry.” Without looking at her, Alfred put her down and pinned his arms to his sides. “I just…I can’t.”
As he turned his head away, he heard her let out a shuddering breath that was almost a sob, and his chest tightened.
“It’s…it’s because I’m not pretty, isn’t it?”
Alfred’s eyes widened and he whipped his head back to look at her, and his chest panged. Though she was glaring at him, Lizzie couldn’t hide the bitter tears that blurred her eyes.
“Well, gee, I’m sorry if I’m not beautiful like all those damned cheerleaders that you jock types seem to worship!” She yelled, her lips drawn back into a snarl as she stepped toward him.
Alfred opened his mouth to say the first thing that popped in his mind (You’re more than they’ll ever be!), but the words caught in his throat, which allowed Lizzie to go on.
“Or, or that my eyebrows are still too bushy for you! I wanted to pluck ‘em, but those damned pixies just told me: ‘But Elizabeth, love, he’ll love you for who you are, you’ll see’!” She mocked their voices by clasping her hands, making her voice go a few octaves higher, and fluttering her eyes in the air, before scowling, “Which I now know is a load of shite!”
(No, it’s not. I love your eyebrows, hell I love everything about you…wait, pixies?) Once again, though, Alfred couldn’t find the confidence to say the words.
“Or is it that I’m too British for you, you bloody git?” Lizzie sneered, her eyes narrowed into slits. “Well, guess what, you stupid Yank: that’s not going to change any time soon! So, if I have to put up with your hamburgers, your poor manners, your fat American arse, in general-then, trust me; you can at least put in the effort to put up with me and my culture!”
And that’s when Alfred’s mouth chooses to start working again: “Hey, I’m not fat!”
Lizzie threw her head back and screamed sharply, “I don’t care!”
Alfred promptly shut his mouth up and stared at her with wide blue eyes.
“Sit down!” When he didn’t move, she demanded louder, “Now!”
The American practically ran to his couch and sat down on the cushions.
The enraged girl then stepped up to him and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him up slightly so that their faces were millimeters from each other, Elizabeth glaring down at him, while Alfred looked up at her with a stunned look.
“You selfish git,” she hissed, “Do you have any idea what these past few weeks have been like for me?”
He blinked. “Past few weeks…?”
“Dreams of you, every night-doing things to me that are so bloody wonderful I sometimes woke up crying.”
Alfred’s eyes widened even more, just as his cheeks flushed. Wait…what?!
“Though the dreams in the beginning were rather…scandalous,” Lizzie smirked when she saw his cheeks redden more and continued, “The recent ones have been nothing but pure, lovemaking bliss-and the bloody things haven’t stopped.”
Her eyes darkened and her smirk widened, and just looking at that hungry look caused Alfred’s throat to dry.
“Oh, but of course you know how it feels, don’t you, darling,” she purred as she leaned over him, her eyes narrowing just the slightest. “Because you’ve been having the same problem.”
Alfred swallowed and tried to smile. “W-what are you talking about, Lizzie? I’m not…”
His voice faltered just as Lizzie placed herself on his lap, straddling him, and then cradled his head in her hands, looking down at him with that cat-like smile. The close proximity alone was enough to cause his breathing to become irregular.
“Alfred, darling, why are you lying to me?” She giggled, somewhat deviously, as she loosely wrapped around her arms around his neck. “We both know what we want.”
To emphasize her point, Lizzie grinded her hips against Alfred’s, brushing against the hardness that had started to form in his loose jeans.
“Shit!” He hissed, his eyes automatically clenching shut.
Lizzie giggled again, relishing in the control she had over the boy. She leaned over and kissed his neck, lingering on his pulse point, which quivered at her touch.
“How long has that been there?” She grinded against him at a more teasing pace, which caused Alfred to throw his head back against the couch and pant harshly.
Since you started talking about your dreams involving me, he bit back mentally. And sounding all seductive and shit, you crazy, sexy, drunk Brit…
Alfred immediately placed his hands on her hips and looked her in the eye. “Lizzie, you don’t know what you’re doing.”
Lizzie blinked, scowling slightly. “What’re you talking about?” Then, with a knowing look in her eye, she snorted derisively. “Listen, here, boy; just because I’m a virgin doesn’t mean I don’t know what to do, so you don’t have to worry about that.”
Wait, what? Alfred hadn’t known that, and his heart pounded at the thought of being Elizabeth’s first (and, hopefully, only). As titillating as this new information was, however, somehow, Alfred’s resolve strengthened.
“You’re drunk.”
“Why, yes, I am,” she smiled, almost mockingly. “I was kind of hoping that damned pollen in your system would finally kick in, and that you would take advantage of me in my ‘vulnerable’ state.”
Though he was wondering what the hell “that damned pollen” meant, Alfred couldn’t help but concentrate on the second part.
He blinked at her, feeling his chest pang slightly. “…Is that really what you thought?”
“I suspected so.” She shrugged nonchalantly. “I mean, it’s what any guy would have done in your position-”
“Do you really think that low of me?”
This time Lizzie blinked, and as she stared at Alfred, she noticed how hurt he looked. A lump formed in her throat, and she averted her eyes awkwardly. “W-well, I-”
Alfred grabbed her shoulders, coaxing her to look at him; she was shocked to see the anger in those beautiful blue eyes.
“Do you have any idea what these past few weeks have been like for me?” He mirrored her previous question, squeezing her shoulders slightly.
Lizzie was almost going to say that she did know, because of the Fae’s weird pollen, but she was immediately interrupted.
“It’s been hell, and not just because of my dreams of fucking you senseless!” He ignored her blush as his eyes hardened. “Because let me tell you a little secret, Miss Kirkland: I could have already taken you at anytime, anywhere during these few weeks-and you wouldn’t have been able to stop me. You know you wouldn’t have.
“But you know what? I didn’t. Hell, I don’t think I could ever do something like that, not to you.”
“…Why?”
“Because I don’t want to hurt you, okay!” Alfred admitted, blushing brightly. When he saw her eyes widen, he averted his gaze, feeling his ears going red. “And I’m not saying that because you’re a virgin, I just found that out today! I mean that what I’ve been feeling for you lately hasn’t been…healthy. I mean, the dreams are sometimes fun and all, and I do like kissing you, trust me, I do (And I would love to do much, much more with you, but that’s neither here nor there)-but when I’m around you, or thinking about you, I feel like a fucking…rapist or something, and it makes feel a little sick.
“Yeah, and as for the ‘taking advantage of a drunk’ thing? That’s just…not what a hero does.” (Not me, anyway.)
With all that said, followed by the eerie silence, Alfred finally turned back to look at Lizzie-who greeted him with a soft smile and green eyes containing an emotion that he couldn’t name. For some reason, though, it made him feel warm inside.
“You really are good aren’t you?”
He tilted his head. “What?”
She laughed slightly at the boy’s bemused expression and shrugged his hands off to replace her arms around his neck.
“You’re loud, obnoxious; you insult my cooking, and you tease me,” Lizzie nuzzled his neck, smiling as she brushed her lips against the skin. “But you’re still a good person, through and through.”
Alfred tried to cover his nervousness with a quiet laugh. “Duh, I could have told you that…”
“Unfortunately, love, that’s not going to help us.” At that, she sat up and snapped her fingers, making a resounding cracking sound that seemed to make the atmosphere tremble.
Huh?
Before he could voice his confusion, a mysterious force grabbed hold of Alfred’s wrists and bound them together behind his back.
“Hey!” Alfred pulled on the bonds indignantly, only to find them unyielding. He didn’t even know what the bonds were; they didn’t feel like rope, or metal-they were just there.
“What the fu-?” His exclaim was cut off by a pair of lips on his own, drawing him into a mind numbing kiss.
Lizzie broke the kiss to smile down at him as Alfred stammered. “Lizzie, w-what are you doing?”
“What I should have done days ago,” she replied with a roll of her eyes. “Because since you’re not going to take care of it, then it’s obvious that I have to.”
With that said Lizzie sat back on his thighs and swiftly took off her sweater. When she noticed how red Alfred got, she smirked and, moving more slowly, rolled down the straps of her plaid jumper before she removed the small bow tie on her collar. Then Lizzie started to unbutton her shirt at a teasing pace as the boy’s mouth gaped open. She bit her bottom lip coyly, once again enjoying his reactions, while also reveling in the heated sensations pulsing through her body.
Alfred licked his dry lips as his eyes darkened with want. As each inch of creamy skin was revealed to him, the need to touch, to taste, to just let his senses go wild, rose higher and higher, and he found it hard to resist his conscience’s cries.
“Lizzie, stop,” he strained. “I-I really don’t think…”
“You’re not actually going to deny that you like it,” Lizzie interjected with a giggle, as if she heard a joke. “But how could you, Alfred? When this obviously says it all…”
The back of her knuckles brushed against his hardness, which twitched at the contact, just as Alfred gasped. Then Lizzie boldly ran a finger down the bulge, blushing slightly, but smirking nonetheless. Alfred hissed at the pleasurable sensations and shut his eyes, shaking his head furiously.
“That’s not fair!” He whined.
She quirked an eyebrow, “Who said life was fair?”
The teenage boy just glared at her.
“Oh, love, calm down.” Elizabeth grinned as she shrugged off her shirt (now in only her bra), acting as if she didn’t acknowledge the way Alfred stared at her lustfully. “What are you so afraid of? You want me, don’t you?”
He swallowed, and breathed out shakily, “You know I do.”
“Well, then, you stupid Yank,” Lizzie paused to cup the back of his head, stroking the blond locks as tenderly as the expression on her face. “Just shut up, and enjoy it.”
Once again, those lips fell on his, and Alfred’s resolve once again snapped like an overstretched rubber band as he returned the gesture. He couldn’t help it; though he would prefer if his hands were free, Alfred found the situation too tempting to resist. Sure, the guilt still poked his brain, but-one night couldn’t hurt, right?
As Lizzie sucked lightly on his tongue, making him groan and shudder slightly, Alfred couldn’t help but mentally cry: Hells no!
When they both came up for air, he leaned his head back to stare up at the ceiling, his cheeks flushed heavily. As a smile broke out on his face, he let out a low whistle.
“Damn.”
Lizzie smirked, eyed the American’s heaving chest for a moment, and then reached down to pull out something from her shoe.
“Alfred, this shirt isn’t important to you or anything, is it?”
“Uh, no,” said the dazed blonde. “Why?”
“Oh, no reason.”
Despite the innocent tone, however, Alfred clearly felt his shirt being lifted and then sliced up the middle by an object that was cool and sharp, but luckily only brushed against his skin. Indignant, he picked his head up to glare at Lizzie, who ignored his gaze and just rolled the ripped shirt down his arms until the bound wrists, allowing his abdomen to be completely bare.
“That didn’t mean you could rip it off,” he exclaimed.
Ignoring him, Lizzie’s eyes narrowed as she took in the flesh hungrily. She placed her hands on his muscular arms, moved them up to his shoulders, and then stroked the broad chest. The movement caused made Alfred shudder, despite his heated skin, as well as the scowl on his face.
Lizzie finally looked at him and licked his lips. “Have I ever mentioned how much I love looking at you, especially when you’re playing a game?”
Alfred blushed, but still made sure to look as mad as he could (even though he didn’t really feel it anymore). He turned away, pouting slightly.
“Don’t even dare to flatter me. You owe me a shirt.”
She rolled her eyes, though her small smirk remained. Then Lizzie stood up from his lap and finally removed her jumper/skirt, wearing officially nothing but her undergarments. Alfred’s eyes widened as blood flowed up to his cheeks, and down south.
Oh, fuck. She’s really serious. He swallowed, feeling slightly nervous, though mostly anticipation.
Lizzie sat back down on him, but this time with her back facing him. She looked at him over her shoulder and blinked.
“Remove my bra,” she demanded softly.
Alfred quirked an eyebrow wryly, despite the way her order aroused him. (Once again, this should NOT get me hot!……Oh, but it is…shit.)
“How am I supposed to do that with my hands behind my back?”
“Use your mouth.”
Lizzie turned back around and leaned forward to make the access easier for him. Feeling his blood roaring in his ears, Alfred leaned down until his mouth came in contact with the bra snap. He paused in his movements, allowing his senses to savor Lizzie’s presence. Then, smirking mischievously, he kissed the smooth skin surrounding the cloth, making sure to graze his teeth against the heated flesh.
“Ah!” The British girl gasped and arched her back, shuddering at the sensations.
Huh, so she’s sensitive there. Interesting, Alfred chuckled to himself, but then choked slightly when he felt Lizzie begin to grind against his erection languidly.
“Fuck!”
“Bloody hell, Jones, are you actually trying to make me wait?!” Lizzie cried out as she continued her motions.
Despite his clenched teeth, Alfred still managed to smile. “How can I concentrate when you’re doing that to me?”
“Think of it this way, the faster you get done, the closer we’ll be to doing…it.”
“You mean fucking?” He couldn’t help but tease. Though she didn’t turn to face him, Alfred still saw the blush that rose to her cheeks.
“Yes, that!”
He chuckled, trying to ignore the delicious friction Lizzie still imposed on him, and then he kissed the girl’s shoulder softly. “Right away, ma’am.”
As Alfred latched his mouth to her bra snap, Lizzie paused in her movements, her eyes blinking for a few stunned seconds. Then one of her eyebrows started to twitch.
“Are you insinuating that I’m old?”
“Done.” Alfred grinned as he watched the bra fall loose from Lizzie’s body.
Lizzie tossed the bra to the floor and brought her arms to cover her chest, blushing slightly. She looked back at Alfred with something akin to hesitation in her eyes, which he blinked back at with confusion. Then, as she looked ahead, Lizzie slid off his lap and twisted around to kneel on the floor, staring up at him with wide green eyes and pink cheeks.
Alfred stared at her. “Uh, Lizzie, what are you doing?”
In place of an answer, Lizzie just rolled her eyes, and then leaned forward to bite the zipper of his jeans. She looked up at him through her eyelashes, and then slowly pulled the pants open by her teeth. Alfred’s eyes widened in realization, and he gulped.
“H-hey, you don’t have to do-”
“What did I say about just shutting up and enjoying it?” Lizzie cut him off with a sultry smirk, before she kissed his still constrained arousal.
“Nngh!” Alfred groaned through clenched teeth, and his hips bucked slightly in need, and he immediately decided to stop complaining. He was getting too desperate at this point.
Elizabeth giggled and inserted a searching hand through his boxers until she gently pulled him out, and she blushed, slightly wide eyed.
Looking slightly nervous, she looked up at Alfred, who stared back down at her with something akin to amazement in his eyes, as he panted harshly. Lizzie’s eyes hardened with determination, and she directed her gaze back to her goal-and then promptly opened her mouth to take in the tip of the heated flesh. The taste is strange and unfamiliar, but as Lizzie runs her tongue along it and sucks it lightly, she found she could easily tolerate it.
“Ah,” Alfred gasped and threw his head back, bucking his hips again. “Damn it!”
As she bobbed her head a little, Lizzie put one hand on his hip to hold him down, while her other hand stroked him from the shuddering, twitching base. There was no way she was going to swallow him whole (she really didn’t have the nerve), but that didn’t mean that she couldn’t give him a little taste of pleasure before it really began.
Alfred felt her hum around him as she removed her hot, moist mouth, and he almost lost it. He suddenly wanted to touch her, to feel her hot skin and make her tremble with pleasure, the way she was doing to him. The desire only got stronger when he saw Lizzie remove her underwear, her tongue flickering in and out to lick him. Growling, he began to struggle against the bonds.
Lizzie’s eyes glinted with amusement. “What’s the matter, love? Impatient already?”
“God damn it, Lizzie, untie me!” He stared at her desperately. “Please!”
Elizabeth propped her arm on his leg to lean her chin against her palm, humming contemplatively as she eyed him.
“Mm, I don’t think I will,” she purred hungrily. “I kind of like you this way.”
He stared at her. …Wow, Lizzie is really kinky when she’s drunk and horny (and possibly vice versa)…Why am I liking that?!
“Then can you at least hurry a bit, please,” Alfred begged.
She feigned a pout. “Why? I’m having so much fun.”
“I’m not!”
“You sure about that, Alfred?” Lizzie wrapped her hand around his arousal again, stroking it gently. “This one seems to like it a lot.”
“That’s because it’s a traitorous bastard,” he strained. “Please, Lizzie, I want…I need…”
She hummed, smirking deviously. “Well, I suppose that since you’ve been so good for this long…”
Then Lizzie was on Alfred’s lap again, her knees on either side of him as she hovered her moist sex above his. Alfred gulped and was almost tempted to just thrust into that heat, but resisted when he remembered that Lizzie was a virgin. It would be better for her (and maybe him as well) if she went at her own pace.
“Oi, git, my eyes are up here.”
Alfred blushed and his eyes darted upwards to see a smirking Lizzie. She braced her hands on his shoulders and looked at him with one thick eyebrow raised.
“Is there anything else you need to say?”
He thought for a moment, and then realized something that worried him. “Shouldn’t I be wearing a condom?”
She smiled. “First of all, that’s the magic of birth control pills, love. I’ve been on it for the past week and a half, so I’m pretty sure we’re good.”
Alfred balked. “What?”
“I had to be prepared, in case the pollen took complete control over your mind.”
Okay, this curiosity is really killing me. What “pollen” is she talking about?
“Second of all, I highly doubt either of us is sick. Though I’m pretty sure you have some mental problems…”
“Hey, that’s not-”
“And finally,” Lizzie leaned over to whisper hotly into his ear, “I wanted to feel you.”
That automatically shut Alfred’s mind down, leaving him with wide eyes and a racing heart.
Now comes the difficult part, Elizabeth thought with a shuddering breath. Despite her confidence prior, she could feel her heart trembling in her rib cage, and it was almost enough to tempt her to stop. But then she felt her arousal pulse through her, heating her body and preparing it for the moment to come, and she knew she not only wanted it, she needed it.
And, as she looked at the American boy (who had begun to stare at her wide, unreadable blue eyes), Lizzie knew that it had to be him.
(O-o-only because of that damned sex pollen! It wouldn’t have worked if it was another guy…It’s not because I love like Alfred or anything, heh-heh…………*ahem* Carry on.)
Lizzie quickly wrapped her arms around Alfred’s neck and hid her face in the hollow of his shoulder. She took a few deep breaths and then slowly sank down, taking Alfred in inch by painful inch.
.....this is just starting to get really hot again, and you stop? Such a tease, author!anon XD
Anyway, I'm glad this is continuing again. I had been afraid it had been abandoned. And I'm pleased with your America!hero!values. Drunk is no way to do it. Except, of course, England thinks otherwise.
Shit. I usually avoid gender-bent fic like the plague. But this? This story is hot. I love how America and England are in this story. The underlying tension and hotness between the two is so very hot.
Lizzie replied with a pained whimper, and then she clenched her teeth to muffle her cries.
The two teenagers stayed like that for a few minutes, shuddering against each other as the new sensations coursed through their bodies. For Alfred, it was the obvious pleasure of being engulfed in a tight, wet heat; for Elizabeth, it was the pain of her hymen being broken and having to adjust to the intrusion.
Alfred panted harshly, his blue eyes hazy as he felt the temptation to just fill Lizzie to the hilt. When he took notice of how tense she was, however, he blinked away his dazed look and observed her. Then, as he saw a tear roll down her cheek, he panicked.
“Lizzie, are you okay?” He turned to her worriedly. When he was greeted with silence, Alfred gulped. “You don’t have to do this, you know. We can stop-especially you, since you’re kind of in charge and all,” he joked, nodding to his still bound hands. “I mean, it’s not like I’d be able to stop you if you stopped, well, you know, and-”
“Shut up, you idiot,” she whispered without any harshness. “You’re rambling.”
“Oh, am I? Heh, sorry.” He leaned his head back, trying to see her expression. “You all right?”
Lizzie breathed out shakily. “I’ll be fine, just…Just give me a moment.”
Alfred nodded and watched the British girl as she breathed shallowly against his shoulder. He wanted to hold her, to soothe out her tense muscles, but, as he quickly found out, the mysterious bonds on his wrists remained relentless. As a way to make up for it, he comforted her by leaning forward and gently pressing his lips against her shoulder. Lizzie shivered, but didn’t react negatively (such as slapping him, like she’d usually do), so Alfred continued his ministrations up to her neck and wherever else he could reach.
When he sucked lightly on the nape of her neck, Lizzie moaned softly and leaned into the touch. She picked her head up and gave him a long look, her green eyes darkening, and then she smiled softly. One of her hands reached to remove Alfred’s glasses and put them on the shelf next to the arm of the couch.
“You won’t need these,” Elizabeth said to his bemused look. Then she braced one hand on his shoulder and with the other she cupped his face. She then surprised Alfred by giving him a slow but deep kiss, which he instinctively returned, his eyes closing at the contact.
Lizzie watched him through hooded eyes, and she inwardly smirked as she moved her hips forward experimentally. His eyes flew wide open, and she couldn’t help but giggle against his stunned lips. Lizzie slowly moved back upward until Alfred’s length was half way inside her, and then promptly thrust back down, taking him in to the hilt.
Alfred broke the kiss with a groan, leaning his head back against the couch, and Lizzie wasted no time in moving her hips up and down against his. What started out as hesitant movements soon became a steady rhythm of flesh against flesh that sent shots of liquid fire through the veins of both participants, one that didn’t allow any pause or restraint.
Now bracing both hands on his shoulders, Elizabeth moaned loudly as she grinded and impaled herself onto Alfred, taking him in as deep as she could. The initial pain she’d felt had already faded, being replaced by the pleasurable sense of being filled and having him inside her, a feeling that she was quickly becoming just a little too addicted to.
As Lizzie threw her head back and let out lustful cries, a foggy eyed Alfred watched her while breathing heavily and groaning at the hot pressure that encased him over and over. His blue eyes roved her body, taking in how her skin glistened with beads of sweat; how the moonlight seeping in through the windows reflected on her in an almost ethereal glow; how strands of her blonde hair clung to said skin, especially to her flushed cheeks; and, of course, how her breasts bounced with each movement she made, all pert with arousal and just begging to be touched…
Once again, he felt that irresistible urge to touch her. Unfortunately for Alfred, the mysterious grip on his hands still refused to yield, despite his squirms. So, with little irritation, he realized that he would just have to compromise.
When Lizzie rose up again, he immediately saw his chance, and then Alfred leaned forward to latch his mouth to one of her mounds. He didn’t land perfectly on a dusky nipple, like your average hero from a romance novel, but the American couldn’t bring himself to care as he started nibbling on the flesh.
“A-Alfred,” Lizzie gasped, her eyes flying open, and she stared down at the boy in shock. He looked back at her with eyes that glinted heatedly, causing a pleasant shiver to go up her spine.
Though he couldn’t use his hands to touch or hold her, Alfred quickly came up with a way they could still be of some use. From behind him, he laid his palms flat on the couch and used his arms as leverage as he bucked his hips up and pushed into Lizzie.
Her mouth fell open in a silent scream as her body shuddered at the rather hard thrust. Oh, blimey!
When Alfred pulled back and thrust in again, Elizabeth released a whimper from the back of her throat and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, while her other hand threaded through his hair. Alfred replied by moving his ministrations up to her neck and suckling on the skin there, while also continuing to roll his hips upward into hers.
“Oh, love, yes! Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned in his ear in one breath, tugging on his blonde locks a little.
Alfred almost lost it when he heard Lizzie’s lustful voice in his ear, crying out praise and demanding for him to give her “More, more…”. Since any romantic/dirty words he was thinking of saying seemed to be choked out of him, Alfred just replied by latching his teeth to the base of the Brit’s neck and grunted against it as he began to thrust harder into her.
A tight feeling coiled in Lizzie’s abdomen, causing her body to clench, and Lizzie began to slam her hips down on Alfred’s, meeting his thrusts with her own, at a more desperate pace than before. Tears pricked her eyes and she closed them to prevent herself from crying. All the sensations going through her body were overwhelming her, to the point that Lizzie was raking her fingernails across the Alfred’s muscular back, on the area near his shoulders.
“Alfred, I…I,” Lizzie whimpered in his ear, to which Alfred muffled a groan against her. Then he removed his teeth and began kissing up her neck gently.
“I know. I know,” he said hoarsely as he kissed her chin. Alfred then continued his thrusting, groaning, “God, Elizabeth…”
Green eyes opened wide.
Lizzie immediately grinded her hips against Alfred one final time and her back arched tautly as she threw her head back and let out a soft, choked cry.
Alfred stared up at her face, all contorted with pleasure, and before he knew it, his vision was flooded with a white hot haze…
Afterwards, Lizzie lay flush on top of Alfred, shuddering and panting harshly against his shoulder, as the bonds holding his wrists hostage disappeared as mysteriously as they reappeared. For a good few minutes, his arms were limp at his sides, and they remained that way until Alfred regained some semblance of a proper breathing pattern.
Alfred stared up at his ceiling and couldn’t help but smile. “Wow.”
“…How very articulate of you.” Nice to know that, despite everything, Lizzie never lost that dry tone.
He glanced at her and raised an eyebrow, though he couldn’t see her expression (her face was still buried on his shoulder). “Are you always this wild when you’re drunk?”
“Actually, believe it or not, I think I’m becoming sober.”
“Really? How can you tell?”
“Because I just realized that I lost my virginity…on a sodding couch.”
Alfred blinked at the distaste in Lizzie’s tone, and he imagined that she was scowling deeply as one of her thick eyebrows twitched. The image caused him to let out an almost breathless laugh, and he brought a hand up to tenderly stroke the small of the British girl’s soaked back-while he placed his other hand on the arm of the couch, stroking the fabric in an almost loving manner.
“I’m pretty sure it could’ve been worse,” he smiled.
“True. I could have lost it to Francis, with my usual luck.” Lizzie shuddered in disgust. “Bloody hell, I don’t even want to think about it.”
“Then don’t, for both our sakes.”
Lizzie snickered at that, and then nuzzled Alfred’s shoulder; her lithe body still laying flush against him in a languid manner. His goofy smile dropped into an awkward frown as he realized that he was still inside her, and he blushed furiously.
“So, uh,” Alfred cleared his throat and averted his eyes, trying not to think of the moist heat still surrounding him. (No, that was totally not the sound of my erection coming back to life! Tch, come on, dude, get real, heh-heh.) “I guess this means we’re done or whatever.”
A beat.
“…Done?”
Alfred completely froze at the familiar tone, despite his heart thumping again.
Lizzie picked up her head and looked into his eyes with a familiar cat-like smirk and glinting eyes.
“Alfred, darling, what ever made you think we were done?” She giggled at his stunned expression and leaned forward to nuzzle his chin. “You should realize that once won’t be enough to appease me for the rest of tonight.”
Sweet Jesus, that voice. Alfred gulped, and he felt himself begin to harden against his will.
Lizzie leaned closer to his flushed face, smiling sweetly. “Can’t you feel me, love? I want you so badly.” To emphasize her point, she clenched her body around his hardness.
“Fuck,” Alfred hissed, his blue eyes remaining locked onto darkening green.
She giggled at his reaction, and then leaned to moan hungrily into his ear, “Please, darling. I want more.”
His eyes darkened, glinting in the moonlight.
Before Lizzie realized it, she was on her back against the couch, her hair splayed out on the cushions. When she stared up, she was greeted by Alfred on his hands and knees above her, a predatory smirk on his face.
“You really should have kept me tied up, Lizzie,” he chuckled huskily.
Lizzie blinked for a few stunned seconds, and then she smirked back, one bushy eyebrow raised.
“Oh, really?” She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down until he was close enough to kiss, and she purred, “Prove it to me.”
“W-why? There’s nothing wrong, not with me anyway,” he chuckled shakily.
With eyes narrowed, Lizzie stood up and walked over to him, making Alfred panic and take a step back. That seems to make the English girl angrier, if the glint in her eyes is any indication, but she keeps walking forward until Alfred found himself backed up against a wall. He knew that he could easily move and get away from her, but for some reason his body wouldn’t move.
Knowing that she had Alfred basically trapped, Lizzie stood in front of him, her body just inches from his own, and glared at him.
“Now, listen here, Mr. Jones, you may fool the rest of the school, but I will not take that shite from you,” she poked his chest in irritation. “For the past week, you’ve been either too irritable or too quiet-”
“I thought you’d like it if I was quieter,” Alfred teased evasively.
“Don’t change the subject, git! The fact is that you’ve been acting really odd this week-and it’s not just with everyone else in the school, but with me as well!” When his eyes widened, Lizzie smirked smugly, though her eyes held no humor. “Oh, you didn’t think I noticed, did you? That you’ve been avoiding me, that you’ve barely talked to me, that you won’t even look me in the eye anymore!”
To make her point, Lizzie took his chin in her hands and guided him to lock his guilty blue eyes with her frustrated green eyes. As the two of them stared at each other, the girl’s eyes softened, and she loosened her grip on his chin.
“Listen, it’s not that I care or anything, but,” she bit her lip, looking away hesitantly, and then she looked back at him, her cheeks flushing slightly. “As your Student Council President, it’s my job to make sure that the students of World Academy aren’t having any…problems.”
Problems? Alfred blushed.
“And if there are problems, well, it’s my job to help in any way I can.” Despite the pink on her cheeks, nothing on Lizzie’s face implied a deeper meaning to her words.
But her way too soft voice…and the way her hands burned against his skin…. He briefly looked up at the ceiling pleadingly. Why me?
“So, Alfred,” Lizzie said softly, almost purring as her eyes misted over slightly. “If there’s anything you need, anything at all, just know that I’m right here to help you.”
Oh, fuck me.
(Yes, please, a lusty voice cried in his head.
Not. Now!)
As he looked down at her, Alfred couldn’t help but gape in disbelief. Did Elizabeth not realize the sexual connotations behind her words? Or how she had said them? Or how she was still touching his face, as if she was going to pull him down for a kiss? No, she couldn’t have-there was no way Elizabeth Kirkland would flirt with him so blatantly, let alone at all. This must have been another dream, Alfred thought almost desperately. Or just wishful thinking on my part…
He cleared his throat and forced on a smile. “Really, Lizzie, I…”
What the hell are you doing? That same voice cried out from the recesses of his mind. She said that she’ll help you with “anything”; she’s practically offering herself on a silver platter!
Which is all the more reason not to do anything.
Or at least, that’s what Alfred has been telling himself for the past week. It was all he could do to prevent himself from pulling Lizzie into a secluded area and having his way with her, and yet…
“Alfred?”
There was still that nagging in the back of his mind, an incredibly weak part, begging out for flesh, heat, and release.
Lizzie moved one hand to rest on his elbow, while the other cupped his hot cheek, stroking the skin with her thumb.
A part of Alfred that was currently screaming, what with Lizzie so close to him-and weakening his resolve more and more.
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“I, um, well…” He quickly averted his gaze, licking his dry lips. “Lizzie…”
The hand on his cheek moved towards his shirt collar, the soft knuckles brushing against his skin, making it break out in goose bumps.
He then felt Lizzie lean up to whisper in his ear, “Yes?”
“I want you.”
Alfred stiffened, just as Lizzie picked up her head and looked up at him with a quirked eyebrow.
“I…said that out loud, didn’t I?” The American laughed nervously, his cheeks bright red.
Much to his surprise, the British girl replied with a wide smirk and narrowed eyes, looking very much like a cat cornering a canary-
Which should NOT make me hot! Even as he thought it, though, Alfred felt his blood flow down south, causing his cock to twitch and his pants to tighten. He couldn’t help but glare down at himself, one of his eyebrows twitching. Damn it, why aren’t you listening to me?!
A soft giggle brought his eyes back up to lock on sultry green, and his heart jumped. Then Lizzie leaned up to get her face towards his, her eyes fluttering closed. Against his better judgment, Alfred leaned towards her also, his eyes closing automatically as he blocked out everything except Lizzie’s warmth and the roaring in his ears.
Just one kiss…No harm can come from one kiss, right?
As their lips brushed against each other, Alfred was certain: Right.
BAM! The door was thrown open, making the two hormonal teenagers freeze in place.
“Ah, I’m sorry to have kept you two waiting so long!” The young nurse cried out worriedly, her ample chest bouncing almost obnoxiously as she ran inside the room. She looked at the two teens, noticing how close they were, but oblivious to the fact that she’d interrupted something.
“Um,” Alfred smiled awkwardly at the nurse. “It’s okay, Ms. Braginski.”
Meanwhile, Elizabeth’s hands were braced on the wall, on either side of him, as her head bent down, hiding her expression.
“Yes, Ms. Braginski, it’s fine. You just had impeccable timing, is all.”
Even though her voice sounded pleasant, Alfred became clearly aware of the fact that Lizzie had started scratching down the wall when she’d said “impeccable”, looking similar to when that Natalya chick had once tried to get through a locked room where Ivan had hidden.
…Well, at least she’s not saying ‘Marry me’, he thought wryly.
Katyusha looked at them, her eyes full of concern. “Did either of you get sick or hurt?”
That suddenly gave Alfred an idea, and he gave the young woman a smile. “Actually, I hit my head a while ago, and it really hurt. Is it okay if I just go home and rest?”
The nurse blinked, and then nodded with a small smile. “If you think that’s best.”
He winked at her, grinning. “Thanks, Miss B.”
Then Alfred gently pried one of Lizzie’s arms away from the wall and walked around the Brit to get his messenger bag. Before he walked out, he paused to awkwardly look at Lizzie, who was still looking down at the floor, her bangs covering her eyes and hiding her expression. The sight still made his chest clench, but his conscience (which got off from that little break it seemed to have taken a few minutes ago) told him that this was the right thing to do. If he stayed around her for the rest of the day, he wasn’t sure what he’d do to her-and he didn’t want to risk finding out.
“Hey, Lizzie,” he ruffled her hair playfully, though lightly. “I’ll see you later, okay?”
“Yeah, sure,” went her monotone voice. “Later.”
Alfred cringed at the emotionless tone (I think I prefer it when she yells at me), but looked away as he walked out of the room. This is for your own good, Lizzie, I promise.
Even as he said that, though, that primal voice in his mind was yelling for him to go back and claim…claim…claim!
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The door to the Student Council office was kicked open, revealing one extremely red and very, very pissed off British girl, who promptly slammed it closed behind her as she stomped around the room.
“The nerve of him, getting up and walking out just before we…before we…” Elizabeth let out a frustrated scream from clenched teeth and grasped at her hair, nearly tugging the blonde strands out.
Finally, she sat on the sofa, staring off into space angrily, though also looking confused. “I don’t understand. Why is he hesitating?”
A soft tinkle, sounding somewhat like a bell, rang near her ear as a familiar voice said, “Maybe he’s shy?”
Lizzie scoffed. “That’s a load of bollocks, Flying Mint Bunny. I mean, Alfred’s been teasing me for years-and now, all of a sudden, he gets shy? It just doesn’t make any sense!”
“Well, think about it, Elizabeth,” said the rabbit shaped fairy in a knowing tone, “he’s probably feeling an influx of hormones that are too much for him to control, and that combined with the dreams, and the lust he feels for you as a result, which just gets worse whenever you’re in the room…It probably scares him.”
“Perhaps, but those uncontrollable hormones should be enough to make him want to…to…ugh, you know,” Lizzie turned away, her cheeks blushing. “I mean, that’s what the pollen is supposed to do-maximize your libido, make you lose all inhibitions, and all that crap. That should be more than enough for Alfred to act.”
“Yeah, but do you remember the previous cases we told you about,” Flying Mint Bunny replied, sounding slightly worried. “About how all the other people who used the pollen reacted, and what the usual end result was?”
Lizzie contemplated for a moment, and then snorted sarcastically. “Bunny, darling, it wouldn’t really be rape since I’m more than willing.”
(O-only because I want to get my life back to normal, where there are no constant dreams of Alfred kissing me, holding me, loving me and…and…Yes, I just want to get my life back to normal. That’s the only reason I want to fuck him…of course.)
She clicked her tongue against her teeth and stood up, putting her hands on her hips. “It doesn’t matter. I’ve got another plan anyway.”
Bunny blinked. “What do you mean?”
“Well, you know where my brother Seamus keeps the rum, right?”
“Yeah, in the cellar, but what does-?” The fairy’s eyes widened at Lizzie. “No.”
She smirked back. “Oh, yes.”
“B-but, Lizzie, you know what happens when you drink, especially if it’s rum!”
“Oh, lovey, of course I do.” Lizzie’s smirk grew, and her green eyes glinted.
And soon, so will Alfred.
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That night, Alfred was alone in his house. His parents had left to attend some party with their friends, and Mattie was currently staying at Beilscmidt’s house (much to his chagrin), and probably would stay the night, if Alfred knew his brother as well as he thought he did.
Which means that Alfred was alone in his huge, empty house, and bored (N-n-not scared! I have no idea how you could think that! Heroes never get scared, heh-heh…).
Now, for one such as Alfred, boredom usually led to either playing videogames, or sleeping.
And, since our hero wanted to avoid sleeping and/or dreaming possibly for the rest of his life…
“Maybe I can call Kiku up to play Dante’s Inferno,” he spoke lightly, as if he wasn’t trying to avoid thinking about…that girl. “He could probably be a lot of help with that part in the Greed level…”
(Once again, no, I’m not scared! It’s just…those freaky winged demons are really hard to kill………Stop it, I can see you smiling.)
Just as he was about to pick up his phone, however, Alfred heard doorbell ring.
He paled slightly, recalling a scene from a horror movie, when a teenager had been left alone in their house, and when they opened their door and there was the killer…!
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But then the comedy relief guy had been killed soon after…
Well, it’s a good thing I’m the hero, and not the comedy relief. He grinned to himself confidently as he approached his door.
Even though I’m loud, constantly making jokes, am vying for the affections of a girl with a more reserved personality (what happened in the nurse’s office didn’t count!)...
Oh, crap, I’m a comedy relief character.
Alfred gulped harshly. This really isn’t my day, is it?
The doorbell rang again, followed by a hard pounding on the door, and the American felt a shiver go up his spine. Despite his (Not fear!) nervousness, Alfred took a deep breath and slowly opened the door.
Suddenly his heart stopped, but not because the person was a killer or something. Instead, standing there was a familiar blonde girl with dazed green eyes and extremely flushed cheeks. Her hair was still loose, but was now all messed up, and her uniform was still on, though slightly ruffled up in some places. She glared up at Alfred, her lips drawn into a pout that was probably meant to intimidate him.
“Well, it’s ‘bout time ya blooming wanker!”
Alfred blinked for a beat. “Lizzie?”
“Well, duh, who else would it be?” Lizzie slurred and, despite her wobbly stance, managed to walk passed him. Alfred watched after her, still feeling shocked, as well as an odd aura of foreboding.
“Uh, please come in,” he said, almost sarcastically, as he closed and re-locked the door. He then turned to stare at Lizzie, his head tilted to the side slightly. The British girl hummed and looked at the house with a critical eye and her hands on her hips…
God, her legs look nice-GAH!
Alfred shook his head and tried to focus his thoughts.
“Lizzie, what are you doing here?” He asked seriously, causing the girl to turn around to look at him, her expression unreadable.
She shrugged. “You said that you would see me later, and here I am.”
“Well, yeah, but I meant on Monday,” he replied awkwardly. “You know, after this weekend?”
Lizzie clicked her teeth and waved it off. “Technicalities. Besides…”
A smirk appeared on her face, making Alfred tense up (in more ways than one), and he only became tenser as Lizzie sauntered over to him until she was a mere inch away. Alfred didn’t even move (probably didn’t want to move) as she brushed her lips against his earlobe.
“I didn’t want to wait,” she purred.
He swallowed. “W-wait for what?”
Though, really, as if he didn’t know.
“For this.”
Before Alfred realized it, two delicate hands grasped at the collar of his t-shirt and pulled him down to crash his lips against another pair that was as soft and warmed as he’d imagined they would be. For a moment, he just stood there as she languidly moved her lips against his, wide-eyed and unresponsive. Then Lizzie released a soft moan and ran a hand through his hair, and Alfred’s heart thumped.
Needless to say, any restraint the American had went out the window at that point.
“Mmph!” Lizzie’s eyes shot open when she felt herself being picked up by strong arms and she gasped as her back impacted against the front door. Then Lizzie meshed her lips against Alfred’s again, her head buzzing with excitement when she realized that the American was responding with a fervor that made her feel weak in the knees. She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, causing friction between their bodies, though not the friction Lizzie had desired for the past few weeks (perhaps even longer).
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Wait. He focused on the taste on his tongue, the taste of sweet yet burning alcohol, and his stomach plummeted.
Hey, don’t tell me you’re actually gonna…? That voice in his head again. (I’m starting to think I’ve really gone crazy…) Don’t you fucking dare!
She’s drunk, Alfred told himself.
So?
It’s not right!
Come on, this is what we’ve been waiting for, though, isn’t it?
…I can wait a little longer, he assured himself with determination.
With that said, Alfred broke off the kiss, leaving both him and Lizzie panting harshly, their breaths mingling.
“What’s wrong?” Lizzie asked him gently, caressing his cheek.
He looked at her, at her soft eyes, her swollen lips and flushed face, and Alfred almost felt tempted to continue.
He groaned longingly and leaned his forehead against hers. Almost.
“I can’t.”
A beat.
“…What.”
“I’m sorry.” Without looking at her, Alfred put her down and pinned his arms to his sides. “I just…I can’t.”
As he turned his head away, he heard her let out a shuddering breath that was almost a sob, and his chest tightened.
“It’s…it’s because I’m not pretty, isn’t it?”
Alfred’s eyes widened and he whipped his head back to look at her, and his chest panged. Though she was glaring at him, Lizzie couldn’t hide the bitter tears that blurred her eyes.
“Well, gee, I’m sorry if I’m not beautiful like all those damned cheerleaders that you jock types seem to worship!” She yelled, her lips drawn back into a snarl as she stepped toward him.
Alfred opened his mouth to say the first thing that popped in his mind (You’re more than they’ll ever be!), but the words caught in his throat, which allowed Lizzie to go on.
“Or, or that my eyebrows are still too bushy for you! I wanted to pluck ‘em, but those damned pixies just told me: ‘But Elizabeth, love, he’ll love you for who you are, you’ll see’!” She mocked their voices by clasping her hands, making her voice go a few octaves higher, and fluttering her eyes in the air, before scowling, “Which I now know is a load of shite!”
(No, it’s not. I love your eyebrows, hell I love everything about you…wait, pixies?) Once again, though, Alfred couldn’t find the confidence to say the words.
“Or is it that I’m too British for you, you bloody git?” Lizzie sneered, her eyes narrowed into slits. “Well, guess what, you stupid Yank: that’s not going to change any time soon! So, if I have to put up with your hamburgers, your poor manners, your fat American arse, in general-then, trust me; you can at least put in the effort to put up with me and my culture!”
And that’s when Alfred’s mouth chooses to start working again: “Hey, I’m not fat!”
Lizzie threw her head back and screamed sharply, “I don’t care!”
Alfred promptly shut his mouth up and stared at her with wide blue eyes.
“Sit down!” When he didn’t move, she demanded louder, “Now!”
The American practically ran to his couch and sat down on the cushions.
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“You selfish git,” she hissed, “Do you have any idea what these past few weeks have been like for me?”
He blinked. “Past few weeks…?”
“Dreams of you, every night-doing things to me that are so bloody wonderful I sometimes woke up crying.”
Alfred’s eyes widened even more, just as his cheeks flushed. Wait…what?!
“Though the dreams in the beginning were rather…scandalous,” Lizzie smirked when she saw his cheeks redden more and continued, “The recent ones have been nothing but pure, lovemaking bliss-and the bloody things haven’t stopped.”
Her eyes darkened and her smirk widened, and just looking at that hungry look caused Alfred’s throat to dry.
“Oh, but of course you know how it feels, don’t you, darling,” she purred as she leaned over him, her eyes narrowing just the slightest. “Because you’ve been having the same problem.”
Alfred swallowed and tried to smile. “W-what are you talking about, Lizzie? I’m not…”
His voice faltered just as Lizzie placed herself on his lap, straddling him, and then cradled his head in her hands, looking down at him with that cat-like smile. The close proximity alone was enough to cause his breathing to become irregular.
“Alfred, darling, why are you lying to me?” She giggled, somewhat deviously, as she loosely wrapped around her arms around his neck. “We both know what we want.”
To emphasize her point, Lizzie grinded her hips against Alfred’s, brushing against the hardness that had started to form in his loose jeans.
“Shit!” He hissed, his eyes automatically clenching shut.
Lizzie giggled again, relishing in the control she had over the boy. She leaned over and kissed his neck, lingering on his pulse point, which quivered at her touch.
“How long has that been there?” She grinded against him at a more teasing pace, which caused Alfred to throw his head back against the couch and pant harshly.
Since you started talking about your dreams involving me, he bit back mentally. And sounding all seductive and shit, you crazy, sexy, drunk Brit…
Alfred immediately placed his hands on her hips and looked her in the eye. “Lizzie, you don’t know what you’re doing.”
Lizzie blinked, scowling slightly. “What’re you talking about?” Then, with a knowing look in her eye, she snorted derisively. “Listen, here, boy; just because I’m a virgin doesn’t mean I don’t know what to do, so you don’t have to worry about that.”
Wait, what? Alfred hadn’t known that, and his heart pounded at the thought of being Elizabeth’s first (and, hopefully, only). As titillating as this new information was, however, somehow, Alfred’s resolve strengthened.
“You’re drunk.”
“Why, yes, I am,” she smiled, almost mockingly. “I was kind of hoping that damned pollen in your system would finally kick in, and that you would take advantage of me in my ‘vulnerable’ state.”
Though he was wondering what the hell “that damned pollen” meant, Alfred couldn’t help but concentrate on the second part.
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“I suspected so.” She shrugged nonchalantly. “I mean, it’s what any guy would have done in your position-”
“Do you really think that low of me?”
This time Lizzie blinked, and as she stared at Alfred, she noticed how hurt he looked. A lump formed in her throat, and she averted her eyes awkwardly. “W-well, I-”
Alfred grabbed her shoulders, coaxing her to look at him; she was shocked to see the anger in those beautiful blue eyes.
“Do you have any idea what these past few weeks have been like for me?” He mirrored her previous question, squeezing her shoulders slightly.
Lizzie was almost going to say that she did know, because of the Fae’s weird pollen, but she was immediately interrupted.
“It’s been hell, and not just because of my dreams of fucking you senseless!” He ignored her blush as his eyes hardened. “Because let me tell you a little secret, Miss Kirkland: I could have already taken you at anytime, anywhere during these few weeks-and you wouldn’t have been able to stop me. You know you wouldn’t have.
“But you know what? I didn’t. Hell, I don’t think I could ever do something like that, not to you.”
“…Why?”
“Because I don’t want to hurt you, okay!” Alfred admitted, blushing brightly. When he saw her eyes widen, he averted his gaze, feeling his ears going red. “And I’m not saying that because you’re a virgin, I just found that out today! I mean that what I’ve been feeling for you lately hasn’t been…healthy. I mean, the dreams are sometimes fun and all, and I do like kissing you, trust me, I do (And I would love to do much, much more with you, but that’s neither here nor there)-but when I’m around you, or thinking about you, I feel like a fucking…rapist or something, and it makes feel a little sick.
“Yeah, and as for the ‘taking advantage of a drunk’ thing? That’s just…not what a hero does.” (Not me, anyway.)
With all that said, followed by the eerie silence, Alfred finally turned back to look at Lizzie-who greeted him with a soft smile and green eyes containing an emotion that he couldn’t name. For some reason, though, it made him feel warm inside.
“You really are good aren’t you?”
He tilted his head. “What?”
She laughed slightly at the boy’s bemused expression and shrugged his hands off to replace her arms around his neck.
“You’re loud, obnoxious; you insult my cooking, and you tease me,” Lizzie nuzzled his neck, smiling as she brushed her lips against the skin. “But you’re still a good person, through and through.”
Alfred tried to cover his nervousness with a quiet laugh. “Duh, I could have told you that…”
“Unfortunately, love, that’s not going to help us.” At that, she sat up and snapped her fingers, making a resounding cracking sound that seemed to make the atmosphere tremble.
Huh?
Before he could voice his confusion, a mysterious force grabbed hold of Alfred’s wrists and bound them together behind his back.
“Hey!” Alfred pulled on the bonds indignantly, only to find them unyielding. He didn’t even know what the bonds were; they didn’t feel like rope, or metal-they were just there.
“What the fu-?” His exclaim was cut off by a pair of lips on his own, drawing him into a mind numbing kiss.
Lizzie broke the kiss to smile down at him as Alfred stammered. “Lizzie, w-what are you doing?”
“What I should have done days ago,” she replied with a roll of her eyes. “Because since you’re not going to take care of it, then it’s obvious that I have to.”
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Alfred licked his dry lips as his eyes darkened with want. As each inch of creamy skin was revealed to him, the need to touch, to taste, to just let his senses go wild, rose higher and higher, and he found it hard to resist his conscience’s cries.
“Lizzie, stop,” he strained. “I-I really don’t think…”
“You’re not actually going to deny that you like it,” Lizzie interjected with a giggle, as if she heard a joke. “But how could you, Alfred? When this obviously says it all…”
The back of her knuckles brushed against his hardness, which twitched at the contact, just as Alfred gasped. Then Lizzie boldly ran a finger down the bulge, blushing slightly, but smirking nonetheless. Alfred hissed at the pleasurable sensations and shut his eyes, shaking his head furiously.
“That’s not fair!” He whined.
She quirked an eyebrow, “Who said life was fair?”
The teenage boy just glared at her.
“Oh, love, calm down.” Elizabeth grinned as she shrugged off her shirt (now in only her bra), acting as if she didn’t acknowledge the way Alfred stared at her lustfully. “What are you so afraid of? You want me, don’t you?”
He swallowed, and breathed out shakily, “You know I do.”
“Well, then, you stupid Yank,” Lizzie paused to cup the back of his head, stroking the blond locks as tenderly as the expression on her face. “Just shut up, and enjoy it.”
Once again, those lips fell on his, and Alfred’s resolve once again snapped like an overstretched rubber band as he returned the gesture. He couldn’t help it; though he would prefer if his hands were free, Alfred found the situation too tempting to resist. Sure, the guilt still poked his brain, but-one night couldn’t hurt, right?
As Lizzie sucked lightly on his tongue, making him groan and shudder slightly, Alfred couldn’t help but mentally cry: Hells no!
When they both came up for air, he leaned his head back to stare up at the ceiling, his cheeks flushed heavily. As a smile broke out on his face, he let out a low whistle.
“Damn.”
Lizzie smirked, eyed the American’s heaving chest for a moment, and then reached down to pull out something from her shoe.
“Alfred, this shirt isn’t important to you or anything, is it?”
“Uh, no,” said the dazed blonde. “Why?”
“Oh, no reason.”
Despite the innocent tone, however, Alfred clearly felt his shirt being lifted and then sliced up the middle by an object that was cool and sharp, but luckily only brushed against his skin. Indignant, he picked his head up to glare at Lizzie, who ignored his gaze and just rolled the ripped shirt down his arms until the bound wrists, allowing his abdomen to be completely bare.
“That didn’t mean you could rip it off,” he exclaimed.
Ignoring him, Lizzie’s eyes narrowed as she took in the flesh hungrily. She placed her hands on his muscular arms, moved them up to his shoulders, and then stroked the broad chest. The movement caused made Alfred shudder, despite his heated skin, as well as the scowl on his face.
Lizzie finally looked at him and licked his lips. “Have I ever mentioned how much I love looking at you, especially when you’re playing a game?”
Alfred blushed, but still made sure to look as mad as he could (even though he didn’t really feel it anymore). He turned away, pouting slightly.
“Don’t even dare to flatter me. You owe me a shirt.”
She rolled her eyes, though her small smirk remained. Then Lizzie stood up from his lap and finally removed her jumper/skirt, wearing officially nothing but her undergarments. Alfred’s eyes widened as blood flowed up to his cheeks, and down south.
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Lizzie sat back down on him, but this time with her back facing him. She looked at him over her shoulder and blinked.
“Remove my bra,” she demanded softly.
Alfred quirked an eyebrow wryly, despite the way her order aroused him. (Once again, this should NOT get me hot!……Oh, but it is…shit.)
“How am I supposed to do that with my hands behind my back?”
“Use your mouth.”
Lizzie turned back around and leaned forward to make the access easier for him. Feeling his blood roaring in his ears, Alfred leaned down until his mouth came in contact with the bra snap. He paused in his movements, allowing his senses to savor Lizzie’s presence. Then, smirking mischievously, he kissed the smooth skin surrounding the cloth, making sure to graze his teeth against the heated flesh.
“Ah!” The British girl gasped and arched her back, shuddering at the sensations.
Huh, so she’s sensitive there. Interesting, Alfred chuckled to himself, but then choked slightly when he felt Lizzie begin to grind against his erection languidly.
“Fuck!”
“Bloody hell, Jones, are you actually trying to make me wait?!” Lizzie cried out as she continued her motions.
Despite his clenched teeth, Alfred still managed to smile. “How can I concentrate when you’re doing that to me?”
“Think of it this way, the faster you get done, the closer we’ll be to doing…it.”
“You mean fucking?” He couldn’t help but tease. Though she didn’t turn to face him, Alfred still saw the blush that rose to her cheeks.
“Yes, that!”
He chuckled, trying to ignore the delicious friction Lizzie still imposed on him, and then he kissed the girl’s shoulder softly. “Right away, ma’am.”
As Alfred latched his mouth to her bra snap, Lizzie paused in her movements, her eyes blinking for a few stunned seconds. Then one of her eyebrows started to twitch.
“Are you insinuating that I’m old?”
“Done.” Alfred grinned as he watched the bra fall loose from Lizzie’s body.
Lizzie tossed the bra to the floor and brought her arms to cover her chest, blushing slightly. She looked back at Alfred with something akin to hesitation in her eyes, which he blinked back at with confusion. Then, as she looked ahead, Lizzie slid off his lap and twisted around to kneel on the floor, staring up at him with wide green eyes and pink cheeks.
Alfred stared at her. “Uh, Lizzie, what are you doing?”
In place of an answer, Lizzie just rolled her eyes, and then leaned forward to bite the zipper of his jeans. She looked up at him through her eyelashes, and then slowly pulled the pants open by her teeth. Alfred’s eyes widened in realization, and he gulped.
“H-hey, you don’t have to do-”
“What did I say about just shutting up and enjoying it?” Lizzie cut him off with a sultry smirk, before she kissed his still constrained arousal.
“Nngh!” Alfred groaned through clenched teeth, and his hips bucked slightly in need, and he immediately decided to stop complaining. He was getting too desperate at this point.
Elizabeth giggled and inserted a searching hand through his boxers until she gently pulled him out, and she blushed, slightly wide eyed.
Looking slightly nervous, she looked up at Alfred, who stared back down at her with something akin to amazement in his eyes, as he panted harshly. Lizzie’s eyes hardened with determination, and she directed her gaze back to her goal-and then promptly opened her mouth to take in the tip of the heated flesh. The taste is strange and unfamiliar, but as Lizzie runs her tongue along it and sucks it lightly, she found she could easily tolerate it.
“Ah,” Alfred gasped and threw his head back, bucking his hips again. “Damn it!”
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Alfred felt her hum around him as she removed her hot, moist mouth, and he almost lost it. He suddenly wanted to touch her, to feel her hot skin and make her tremble with pleasure, the way she was doing to him. The desire only got stronger when he saw Lizzie remove her underwear, her tongue flickering in and out to lick him. Growling, he began to struggle against the bonds.
Lizzie’s eyes glinted with amusement. “What’s the matter, love? Impatient already?”
“God damn it, Lizzie, untie me!” He stared at her desperately. “Please!”
Elizabeth propped her arm on his leg to lean her chin against her palm, humming contemplatively as she eyed him.
“Mm, I don’t think I will,” she purred hungrily. “I kind of like you this way.”
He stared at her. …Wow, Lizzie is really kinky when she’s drunk and horny (and possibly vice versa)…Why am I liking that?!
“Then can you at least hurry a bit, please,” Alfred begged.
She feigned a pout. “Why? I’m having so much fun.”
“I’m not!”
“You sure about that, Alfred?” Lizzie wrapped her hand around his arousal again, stroking it gently. “This one seems to like it a lot.”
“That’s because it’s a traitorous bastard,” he strained. “Please, Lizzie, I want…I need…”
She hummed, smirking deviously. “Well, I suppose that since you’ve been so good for this long…”
Then Lizzie was on Alfred’s lap again, her knees on either side of him as she hovered her moist sex above his. Alfred gulped and was almost tempted to just thrust into that heat, but resisted when he remembered that Lizzie was a virgin. It would be better for her (and maybe him as well) if she went at her own pace.
“Oi, git, my eyes are up here.”
Alfred blushed and his eyes darted upwards to see a smirking Lizzie. She braced her hands on his shoulders and looked at him with one thick eyebrow raised.
“Is there anything else you need to say?”
He thought for a moment, and then realized something that worried him. “Shouldn’t I be wearing a condom?”
She smiled. “First of all, that’s the magic of birth control pills, love. I’ve been on it for the past week and a half, so I’m pretty sure we’re good.”
Alfred balked. “What?”
“I had to be prepared, in case the pollen took complete control over your mind.”
Okay, this curiosity is really killing me. What “pollen” is she talking about?
“Second of all, I highly doubt either of us is sick. Though I’m pretty sure you have some mental problems…”
“Hey, that’s not-”
“And finally,” Lizzie leaned over to whisper hotly into his ear, “I wanted to feel you.”
That automatically shut Alfred’s mind down, leaving him with wide eyes and a racing heart.
Now comes the difficult part, Elizabeth thought with a shuddering breath. Despite her confidence prior, she could feel her heart trembling in her rib cage, and it was almost enough to tempt her to stop. But then she felt her arousal pulse through her, heating her body and preparing it for the moment to come, and she knew she not only wanted it, she needed it.
And, as she looked at the American boy (who had begun to stare at her wide, unreadable blue eyes), Lizzie knew that it had to be him.
(O-o-only because of that damned sex pollen! It wouldn’t have worked if it was another guy…It’s not because I love like Alfred or anything, heh-heh…………*ahem* Carry on.)
Lizzie quickly wrapped her arms around Alfred’s neck and hid her face in the hollow of his shoulder. She took a few deep breaths and then slowly sank down, taking Alfred in inch by painful inch.
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Anyway, I'm glad this is continuing again. I had been afraid it had been abandoned. And I'm pleased with your America!hero!values. Drunk is no way to do it. Except, of course, England thinks otherwise.
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Lizzie replied with a pained whimper, and then she clenched her teeth to muffle her cries.
The two teenagers stayed like that for a few minutes, shuddering against each other as the new sensations coursed through their bodies. For Alfred, it was the obvious pleasure of being engulfed in a tight, wet heat; for Elizabeth, it was the pain of her hymen being broken and having to adjust to the intrusion.
Alfred panted harshly, his blue eyes hazy as he felt the temptation to just fill Lizzie to the hilt. When he took notice of how tense she was, however, he blinked away his dazed look and observed her. Then, as he saw a tear roll down her cheek, he panicked.
“Lizzie, are you okay?” He turned to her worriedly. When he was greeted with silence, Alfred gulped. “You don’t have to do this, you know. We can stop-especially you, since you’re kind of in charge and all,” he joked, nodding to his still bound hands. “I mean, it’s not like I’d be able to stop you if you stopped, well, you know, and-”
“Shut up, you idiot,” she whispered without any harshness. “You’re rambling.”
“Oh, am I? Heh, sorry.” He leaned his head back, trying to see her expression. “You all right?”
Lizzie breathed out shakily. “I’ll be fine, just…Just give me a moment.”
Alfred nodded and watched the British girl as she breathed shallowly against his shoulder. He wanted to hold her, to soothe out her tense muscles, but, as he quickly found out, the mysterious bonds on his wrists remained relentless. As a way to make up for it, he comforted her by leaning forward and gently pressing his lips against her shoulder. Lizzie shivered, but didn’t react negatively (such as slapping him, like she’d usually do), so Alfred continued his ministrations up to her neck and wherever else he could reach.
When he sucked lightly on the nape of her neck, Lizzie moaned softly and leaned into the touch. She picked her head up and gave him a long look, her green eyes darkening, and then she smiled softly. One of her hands reached to remove Alfred’s glasses and put them on the shelf next to the arm of the couch.
“You won’t need these,” Elizabeth said to his bemused look. Then she braced one hand on his shoulder and with the other she cupped his face. She then surprised Alfred by giving him a slow but deep kiss, which he instinctively returned, his eyes closing at the contact.
Lizzie watched him through hooded eyes, and she inwardly smirked as she moved her hips forward experimentally. His eyes flew wide open, and she couldn’t help but giggle against his stunned lips. Lizzie slowly moved back upward until Alfred’s length was half way inside her, and then promptly thrust back down, taking him in to the hilt.
Alfred broke the kiss with a groan, leaning his head back against the couch, and Lizzie wasted no time in moving her hips up and down against his. What started out as hesitant movements soon became a steady rhythm of flesh against flesh that sent shots of liquid fire through the veins of both participants, one that didn’t allow any pause or restraint.
Now bracing both hands on his shoulders, Elizabeth moaned loudly as she grinded and impaled herself onto Alfred, taking him in as deep as she could. The initial pain she’d felt had already faded, being replaced by the pleasurable sense of being filled and having him inside her, a feeling that she was quickly becoming just a little too addicted to.
As Lizzie threw her head back and let out lustful cries, a foggy eyed Alfred watched her while breathing heavily and groaning at the hot pressure that encased him over and over. His blue eyes roved her body, taking in how her skin glistened with beads of sweat; how the moonlight seeping in through the windows reflected on her in an almost ethereal glow; how strands of her blonde hair clung to said skin, especially to her flushed cheeks; and, of course, how her breasts bounced with each movement she made, all pert with arousal and just begging to be touched…
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When Lizzie rose up again, he immediately saw his chance, and then Alfred leaned forward to latch his mouth to one of her mounds. He didn’t land perfectly on a dusky nipple, like your average hero from a romance novel, but the American couldn’t bring himself to care as he started nibbling on the flesh.
“A-Alfred,” Lizzie gasped, her eyes flying open, and she stared down at the boy in shock. He looked back at her with eyes that glinted heatedly, causing a pleasant shiver to go up her spine.
Though he couldn’t use his hands to touch or hold her, Alfred quickly came up with a way they could still be of some use. From behind him, he laid his palms flat on the couch and used his arms as leverage as he bucked his hips up and pushed into Lizzie.
Her mouth fell open in a silent scream as her body shuddered at the rather hard thrust. Oh, blimey!
When Alfred pulled back and thrust in again, Elizabeth released a whimper from the back of her throat and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, while her other hand threaded through his hair. Alfred replied by moving his ministrations up to her neck and suckling on the skin there, while also continuing to roll his hips upward into hers.
“Oh, love, yes! Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned in his ear in one breath, tugging on his blonde locks a little.
Alfred almost lost it when he heard Lizzie’s lustful voice in his ear, crying out praise and demanding for him to give her “More, more…”. Since any romantic/dirty words he was thinking of saying seemed to be choked out of him, Alfred just replied by latching his teeth to the base of the Brit’s neck and grunted against it as he began to thrust harder into her.
A tight feeling coiled in Lizzie’s abdomen, causing her body to clench, and Lizzie began to slam her hips down on Alfred’s, meeting his thrusts with her own, at a more desperate pace than before. Tears pricked her eyes and she closed them to prevent herself from crying. All the sensations going through her body were overwhelming her, to the point that Lizzie was raking her fingernails across the Alfred’s muscular back, on the area near his shoulders.
“Alfred, I…I,” Lizzie whimpered in his ear, to which Alfred muffled a groan against her. Then he removed his teeth and began kissing up her neck gently.
“I know. I know,” he said hoarsely as he kissed her chin. Alfred then continued his thrusting, groaning, “God, Elizabeth…”
Green eyes opened wide.
Lizzie immediately grinded her hips against Alfred one final time and her back arched tautly as she threw her head back and let out a soft, choked cry.
Alfred stared up at her face, all contorted with pleasure, and before he knew it, his vision was flooded with a white hot haze…
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Afterwards, Lizzie lay flush on top of Alfred, shuddering and panting harshly against his shoulder, as the bonds holding his wrists hostage disappeared as mysteriously as they reappeared. For a good few minutes, his arms were limp at his sides, and they remained that way until Alfred regained some semblance of a proper breathing pattern.
Alfred stared up at his ceiling and couldn’t help but smile. “Wow.”
“…How very articulate of you.” Nice to know that, despite everything, Lizzie never lost that dry tone.
He glanced at her and raised an eyebrow, though he couldn’t see her expression (her face was still buried on his shoulder). “Are you always this wild when you’re drunk?”
“Actually, believe it or not, I think I’m becoming sober.”
“Really? How can you tell?”
“Because I just realized that I lost my virginity…on a sodding couch.”
Alfred blinked at the distaste in Lizzie’s tone, and he imagined that she was scowling deeply as one of her thick eyebrows twitched. The image caused him to let out an almost breathless laugh, and he brought a hand up to tenderly stroke the small of the British girl’s soaked back-while he placed his other hand on the arm of the couch, stroking the fabric in an almost loving manner.
“I’m pretty sure it could’ve been worse,” he smiled.
“True. I could have lost it to Francis, with my usual luck.” Lizzie shuddered in disgust. “Bloody hell, I don’t even want to think about it.”
“Then don’t, for both our sakes.”
Lizzie snickered at that, and then nuzzled Alfred’s shoulder; her lithe body still laying flush against him in a languid manner. His goofy smile dropped into an awkward frown as he realized that he was still inside her, and he blushed furiously.
“So, uh,” Alfred cleared his throat and averted his eyes, trying not to think of the moist heat still surrounding him. (No, that was totally not the sound of my erection coming back to life! Tch, come on, dude, get real, heh-heh.) “I guess this means we’re done or whatever.”
A beat.
“…Done?”
Alfred completely froze at the familiar tone, despite his heart thumping again.
Lizzie picked up her head and looked into his eyes with a familiar cat-like smirk and glinting eyes.
“Alfred, darling, what ever made you think we were done?” She giggled at his stunned expression and leaned forward to nuzzle his chin. “You should realize that once won’t be enough to appease me for the rest of tonight.”
Sweet Jesus, that voice. Alfred gulped, and he felt himself begin to harden against his will.
Lizzie leaned closer to his flushed face, smiling sweetly. “Can’t you feel me, love? I want you so badly.” To emphasize her point, she clenched her body around his hardness.
“Fuck,” Alfred hissed, his blue eyes remaining locked onto darkening green.
She giggled at his reaction, and then leaned to moan hungrily into his ear, “Please, darling. I want more.”
His eyes darkened, glinting in the moonlight.
Before Lizzie realized it, she was on her back against the couch, her hair splayed out on the cushions. When she stared up, she was greeted by Alfred on his hands and knees above her, a predatory smirk on his face.
“You really should have kept me tied up, Lizzie,” he chuckled huskily.
Lizzie blinked for a few stunned seconds, and then she smirked back, one bushy eyebrow raised.
“Oh, really?” She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down until he was close enough to kiss, and she purred, “Prove it to me.”
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