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.”
I was just checking to see if this fill was updated today (doesn't check the fill page regularly) and when I saw the massive updates, I squealed. I love how Alfred and Lizzie play off each other. Now that Alfred has the use of his arms, omg is that going to be super hot love dominant!Alfred.
Epilogue: 1/?
anonymous
February 3 2011, 03:09:28 UTC
To everyone who wanted dom!America: Please don't hate me. TxT There's an omake, though, if you really want to see him in action.
Epilogue:
When Alfred F. Jones woke up in his bed the next morning, it was to the sight of a certain Elizabeth Kirkland sleeping soundly beside him. For a few moments he just blinked, his mind slowly catching up with his situation-and then his eyes widened.
“AH!” He quickly scrambled out of bed, falling down in the process.
Lizzie’s thick brows furrowed, and Alfred tensed, thinking that she had woken up.
“Peter, you little wanker, stop stealing my unicorn,” she murmured as she nuzzled further into his pillow. “You know Aisling hates getting mud on her coat…”
Alfred stared at her for a few moments, and then smiled, shaking his head slightly. Then he frowned when he realized he had no idea what happened the night before. He looked at Lizzie, as if she would have all the answers, despite being dead to the world at the moment. Then Lizzie moaned sleepily, stretched out her body, and then went lax again, causing the blanket to slide off her to reveal completely bare shoulders and arms. His eyes widened and he leaned forward to observe more closely, quickly realizing that the only thing covering Lizzie was the blanket, and his mind reeled as memories rushed back.
Oh. Now I remember.
And like any teenage boy who got lucky (especially with a girl they liked), a victorious smirk grew on Alfred’s face as he sat back on his hands lazily. He would have stood up and done a little victory dance, but he knew that Lizzie probably wouldn’t appreciate waking up to seeing him in only his boxers. Hell, she probably wouldn’t appreciate getting woken up, period, since she seemed so dead to the world and all.
His eyes softened as he took in the Brit’s sleeping face, noticing how peaceful (not to mention sated) Lizzie looked, especially with the early morning sunlight seeping in and dancing on her face. He couldn’t help but smile.
Alfred quietly stood up and got dressed. He needed to get out of the house and think for a while, and he always thought his best when his stomach was full of McDonald’s egg muffin and hash browns.
After he threw on his trademark bomber jacket, Alfred walked over to the bed and pulled the blanket over Lizzie’s shoulders, a warm look in his eyes. Then he walked downstairs quietly, so he wouldn’t disturb his parents, whom he assumed were sleeping in their room. For a brief moment, Alfred worried that they noticed Lizzie’s clothes and his torn shirt on the living room floor, and his heart raced at the thought of his parents interrogating him. Ugh…
Luckily, when he was on the first floor, the phone caught his eye with its blinking red light, indicating that there was a new message. Curious, Alfred pressed the button and listened to the message:
“Hey, boys, it’s me,” his mom’s voice chirped. “I’m really sorry about this, but your father and I are staying at a hotel tonight, because of the snow storm, and we probably won’t make it back until later tomorrow evening, when they clear the road up here. Love you, be careful, and Alfred, don’t live completely on McDonald’s while we’re gone! I know how you get. Oh, and your father says hi!”
The message stopped there. Alfred blinked at it, then went into the living room and turned on the T.V. He went on the weather channel, just as the weather man was making a report about how the town his parents were in, where people were living the aftermath of a mysterious snow storm that accosted only the town where his parents had gone…
After turning off the television, he blinked some more, and then narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “Well, that’s…oddly convenient.”
Actually, when you stop to think about it, this whole situation is nothing but bizarre, Alfred began to contemplate as he picked up Lizzie’s clothes and put them in a hamper. I mean, seriously, I’ve liked Lizzie for a while now-but those dreams and that…lust practically came out of nowhere. Then it turns out Lizzie must have been feeling it too, from what she rambled yesterday. It’s way too much of a coincidence…
Epilogue: 2/?
anonymous
February 3 2011, 03:16:08 UTC
His thoughts skidded to a stop when he caught sight of a familiar glass bottle that had fallen out of Lizzie’s sweater pocket.
“Hey, I remember this thing,” Alfred mused, smiling lightly. “It contained that weird yellow powder stuff that I let out weeks ago…”
He turned the small bottle in his palm, and saw two yellow words written in an ornate manner, which he hadn’t seen when he’d first picked it up and opened it, because the color was the same shade as the powder. The words were: Sex Pollen.
For a moment, the words brought back a faint memory of a conversation he’d had online with his mysterious friend Tony (who he’d never met), who had once randomly ranted about how “it isn’t the aliens’ fucking fault that humans are too fucking stupid to not notice their fucking feelings for each other that they have to depend on a special, aphrodisiac pollen in order to fucking fuck each other”. (Yeah, Tony’s an odd one…but that’s a story for another day.)
Alfred blinked at the bottle, his face blank.
Then, after a few silent beats, he sighed and tossed the bottle in the waste basket.
I’m not even gonna bother, he resolved as he walked out of the house.
--
When Elizabeth Kirkland woke up, she was laying alone on a bed, in a room that wasn’t her own.
That was enough to make her eyes shoot wide open, and she immediately sat up. Then she moaned softly, realizing that parts of her body were aching slightly, more specifically her head.
“Ow,” Lizzie moaned softly, grasping her head. Dear, God, what did I do last night…?
As she tried to get hangover dulled mind back in focus, Lizzie observed the room. For one, it was obvious that it was a boy’s room, from the mess of clothes and other miscellaneous objects that were on the floor (living with brothers such as Seamus and Peter, she would know). Now, the only question was whose room she was in…
Wait a minute, Lizzie paused as images flashed through her mind; memories of a haze of want, heat, skin on skin contact, cries of pleasure and heated whispers that speak of a dark promise for a release that had been desired for weeks, ever since…
…Oh shite.
Elizabeth dared to peak down at herself from under the blanket, and she blushed, her eyes widening to the size of plates.
Oh, shite.
She looks closely at the room, and her gaze catches a glimpse of a picture on the nightstand beside her. It’s a picture of a blond man and woman, along with two familiar blond teenage boys, one with a pair of shy violet eyes, and the other a pair of sky blue eyes. A choked sound escaped her mouth as she focused on the blue eyed boy, whose smile in the picture looked so innocent, in a boyish sort of way, that it was a little difficult for Lizzie to recall that same boy above her as he set her body on fire with each touch, each sensual movement, each whisper and pleasured sound that he would pour into her ear…
“Oh my God.” Lizzie grasped her head on either side, her face turning scarlet as the memories became more vivid. “Oh-my God.”
Flying Mint Bunny appeared next to her, along with a pink pixie in a sparkly dress that hugged her figure, who was named Luxuria. Bunny looked at Lizzie and her eyes widened slightly in realization, while the pixie grew a smirk that could probably rival Francis’ own.
“Well, I guess this means the pollen wore off on you,” Luxuria spoke up smugly.
“Good thing too,” Bunny mused, chuckling nervously. “You were a little scary…”
“Well, Bunny, that’s what happens when one is so randy. Funny thing, though, it’s usually the guys who go insane first; it’s rare a female will take the first initiative, at least, in the way you did, Elizabeth…”
Epilogue: 3/?
anonymous
February 3 2011, 03:26:19 UTC
Lizzie pulled the blanket over her head and tried to sink into the mattress, trying to muffle her soft, mortified whimpers. Bunny glared at the pixie, who shrugged sheepishly, and she floated over to the lump in the sheets.
“Oh, Elizabeth, it’s okay,” she said.
“Yeah, you’re totally a woman now!” Luxuria chirped cheerfully.
Bunny pulled on the smaller one's hair, her eye twitching. “Not that you had to have sex to be a woman in the first place.”
“Ow, okay! Sorry…”
Meanwhile, Lizzie was still having her little mental break down.
I…I can’t believe I acted that way last night, she thought manically. I mean, I might as well have told Alfred, “You’re going to shag me senseless, and you’re going to sit there and take it like a man, you tosser”. I knew that the pollen was a powerful force, but I didn’t think it was that…serious.
Lizzie recalled how she’d been feeling the past week or so, how her need had reached such a peak that the previous night had happened in the first place. The pollen was like a drug, she realized; it was a substance that pulsed through her veins, injecting her with a liquid desire that would only react when she was near or thinking about Alfred. This desire soon manifested itself through dreams-dreams she will not describe, because her sanity was close to the edge already-dreams that Lizzie had been growing desperate to make into a reality.
However, she had never thought that desperation would turn her into such a sexual deviant…a pretty aggressive sexual deviant, if her memory served correctly. Lizzie had no idea if it was the liquid courage, or the haze of the sex pollen dulling her inhibitions, but either way she had no idea what got into her last night.
Well, besides Alfred, I mean…
Lizzie blinked at the thought, and then she groaned with self-disgust. One night of sex and my mind’s already in the gutter.
She thought for a moment. …One night of incredibly hot sex…
“God, Elizabeth…”
One night of incredibly hot sex with a guy I’ve…liked for a long time now…
…The guy who just so happens to sleep in this room, on this very bed…
Lizzie blushed, and then narrowed her eyes. “That’s it, I need to get out of here,” she whispered.
She immediately lifted the blanket off her and stood up from the bed, wincing slightly when she walked over to the drawers. She opened them up and started searching for something she could wear until she got her clothes-because there was no way she was walking around Alfred’s house with just a sheet on.
Flying Mint Bunny’s brow was drawn with concern. “You all right, Elizabeth?”
“Yeah, Bunny, it’s just,” Lizzie hesitated, her cheeks darkening. “My hips hurt a little, that’s all.”
Bunny’s eyes widened, as a little blush rose to her cheeks. Luxuria just smirked.
“I-is that normal?” Bunny stammered, looking at the pixie, who shrugged nonchalantly.
“Well, those two did go at it until, like, three in the morning.”
“Once again, is that normal?!”
“Well, by regular human standards, no, I don’t think so,” Luxuria replied. “But for someone hyped up on sex pollen, logic kind of takes a vacation in the ninth dimension.”
“Tell me about it,” Lizzie muttered, recalling her behavior from the previous night.
“It also doesn’t help that you two were kind of…rough with each other last night.”
Lizzie blinked, and then glared heatedly at the pixie. “You watched?!”
“Well, yeah,” she glared back, pouting. “I wanted to make sure you wouldn’t get hurt. Guys can get forceful when it comes to sex pollen…” Luxuria blushed slightly and mumbled, “Plus, I wanted to see what would happen if you two did have sex.”
Elizabeth let out an annoyed sigh and rolled her eyes, her gaze inadvertently landing on the mirror in front of the drawers. She observed her reflection closely, her eyes narrowing on her pale neck, where numerous red marks were, the most noticeable being the spot where Alfred had bitten her during the first round. Her eyebrows shot up past her hair line, and a blush rose to her cheeks.
Epilogue: 4/?
anonymous
February 3 2011, 03:34:32 UTC
Luxuria hovered next to her and let out a low whistle, her pale cheeks pinking slightly. “Damn, he might have been tied up at one point, but that boy was aggressive…”
A memory came to Lizzie’s mind, of Alfred suckling on her neck and pinning her wrists to the wall behind her as he pushed in and out of her at an almost relentless, and yet nonetheless, extremely pleasurable pace that she had demanded through gasps and cries of ecstasy…
“Luxuria, darling,” Lizzie smiled at the pixie acidly. “You are not helping.”
Luxuria paled at the look, and she flew over to hide behind Flying Mint Bunny, who regarded Lizzie worriedly as the girl straightened out her hair, making the blonde strands somewhat hide the marks on her neck.
“Elizabeth, what are you going to do now?”
Lizzie contemplated the question as she looked through Alfred’s top drawer. After a few moments, she pulled out a huge, navy t-shirt that she quickly put on, and then turned to look at her fairy friends with stern green eyes.
“I’m going to go down there, get my clothes, get out of this house, and pretend that last night never happened.”
The two fairies stared at her, stunned, as Lizzie walked out the door and headed for downstairs.
Luxuria growled, forgetting her previous fear, and she zoomed after the British girl, immediately hovering on the left side of her head as she walked down the stairs.
“How can you just say that?” She yelled angrily. “What about Alfred, do you even care what he feels?”
Bunny appeared on Lizzie’s other side. “As much as I hate to say it, she has a point. Maybe it would be best if you talked to him first.”
“There’s nothing to talk about,” Lizzie ground out. “We were hyped up on sex pollen; I turned into some sex crazed madwoman; we fucked; I lost my virginity on a fucking couch to a boy I l-l,” she blushed and stopped herself, then sighed, “Look, I don’t think I need to humiliate myself further.”
Lizzie walked into the living room, only to find that her clothes were gone. Her eyes narrowed and she looked around the room with suspicion.
“Where could they have gone?” She wondered, putting her hands on her hips.
“Oh,” Flying Mint Bunny cried, as if remembering something. “Alfred put them in the wash when he woke up.”
“What?” Lizzie blushed. “W-why would the git do that?”
“Gee, I don’t know,” Luxuria snarked. “It could be that he might actually like you, or something. But you’ll never know, because you, Elizabeth Rose Kirkland, are too much of a coward to ask.”
One green eye twitched as she snarled up at the pixie. Then with a restrained scream, Lizzie pulled on her hair.
“Yes, okay, yes! But don’t you dare say that there aren’t any good reasons for it!
“I mean, for one thing, there’s a good chance that things will now be completely awkward between us. Second of all, there’s the worst case scenario where he will want nothing to do with me anymore, for some reason or another,” Lizzie counted on her fingers as she paced the floor, her face slowly contorting into one of panic. “Then there’s the fact that-oh yeah-I was fucking pissed drunk, and completely uninhibited to the point of madness, and oh my God, who knows what Alfred thinks of me now, after seeing me like that?”
She suddenly let out a gasp, and tugged on her hair nervously. “What if I said something weird? Something like-”
“‘I love you’?” Bunny provided.
“Oh my God, yes!” Lizzie exclaimed, her face blushing with embarrassment. “That would ruin everything!”
“But you do love him,” Luxuria said, irritated.
Lizzie blushed and turned her head away with a frown. “Love…is a strong word, Luxie.”
(Strongly dislike most of the time, yes; occasionally admire, yes; lust for, oh most definitely-but love? No, definitely not, negative, absolutely, positively…………Oh, bugger this; I’m not fooling anyone.)
Epilogue: 5/?
anonymous
February 3 2011, 03:40:03 UTC
“It wouldn’t matter anyway. Alfred probably wants to forget last night too, especially after that whole ‘tie him up’ thing.” She sighed wearily and ran her fingers through her hair. “God, who knows what he’s going to say to me the next time we see each other…”
“Well, I know the first thing would be: Damn, you look good in my shirt.”
Elizabeth froze, and she quickly glanced to the side to see Alfred leaning against the doorway leading to the kitchen, smiling brightly as he held weird, brown thing that was covered in a McDonald’s wrapper.
“The second thing would be,” he raised an eyebrow, his blue eyes twinkling with amusement. “Who the hell are you talking to?”
Lizzie stared at him for a moment, her eyes as wide as plates; then she let out something akin to a squeak and dived on top of the couch (yes, folks, that damned couch), immediately hiding her now scarlet face on a pillow.
Alfred blinked at her, and his eyes softened in concern. He walked over to the couch and crouched on the floor so he was level with her. Then he put a hand on her shoulder, his thumb rubbing it soothingly.
“Lizzie,” he said gently. “Are you okay?”
Lizzie shook her head and said something that was muffled by the pillow.
“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”
She lifted her head off the pillow, but kept her head turned away so she wouldn’t look him in the eye.
“I said that you see that I’m having a bit of an episode, horribly combined with a hangover, and you ask me if I’m okay, Alfred?”
He winced slightly and scratched his cheek. She had a point there.
“And on top of everything else, my body’s still aching from…last night,” Lizzie grumbled, blushing furiously.
Alfred also blushed and his eyes shifted to the side awkwardly.
“Heh, really,” he smiled nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Funny thing, last night.”
“Oh, it was absolutely hilarious.”
The venom in the Brit’s voice caused Alfred to wince again, wishing he had thought before he spoke. Glancing away nervously, he took a bite out of his hash brown, and then slowly looked back at Lizzie, who was curling in on herself, the movement causing the huge t-shirt to ride up her legs slightly.
He shook his head, trying to will his blush down. Out of the gutter now, you; this is serious.
With that thought, Alfred cleared his throat and regarded Lizzie sternly.
“Lizzie,” he spoke again, in that same soft tone. “All jokes aside, we really need to talk about what happened.”
A small whimper was released, and Lizzie curled up more. Alfred wasn’t willing to give up though.
“We could talk about it over breakfast,” he offered with a smile. “There’re some painkillers in the cabinet.”
The petite girl stayed silent.
“I’m already boiling the water for your tea, and I just bought a few scones to go along with it.”
Her shoulder twitched slightly, and Alfred smiled wider, knowing he had her.
“Did I happen to mention that the scones have blueberries in them?”
Finally, Lizzie turned her head to look at him, her green eyes clouded with anger, yet also with other conflicting emotions. For a moment, she regarded him silently, and then:
Epilogue: 6/?
anonymous
February 3 2011, 03:47:24 UTC
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From where he sat across the table, Alfred watched as she ate her scone and drank her tea. Lizzie made sure to avoid his gaze as much as possible, but no matter what she did, she still felt the unnerving burn of his eyes on her. Despite her scowl, Lizzie couldn’t help but feel extremely self-conscious, not only because she was in only a t-shirt that went down to a few inches above her knee, but because of, well…last night. Elizabeth wasn’t sure who was supposed to break the tension, but it most certainly wasn’t going to be her. She nodded silently in resolve, while also adjusting the shirt on her, in order to look somewhat modest. Alfred took notice of the gesture, and he smiled widely.
Lizzie noticed the smile, and without looking at him, she scowled. “What are you looking at?”
“Oh, nothing,” he replied nonchalantly. “Just thinking how cute you look in my shirt, that’s all.”
She blushed and glared at him heatedly. “That’s not funny!”
“That’s good; I wasn’t really making a joke.”
“This was the only shirt I saw that covered most of my legs!”
“Okay.”
“S-so, it’s not as if I wanted to wear it or anything! I just couldn’t find my clothes.”
Alfred smirked, and then raised an eyebrow wryly. “Why are you so quick to make excuses, Lizzie?”
“I-I, um, well, that is…” The red on the girl’s cheeks got worse, even as her glare deepened. “God bloody damn it, Jones, you said we were going to discuss last night!”
At the sound of his last name, Alfred pouted, his eyes going wide and glassy, like a sad puppy. “But Lizzie, I prefer it when you say my real name, just like last night…”
“ALFRED!”
“Yeah, like that.”
Elizabeth then gave the beaming American her deadliest glare, complete with her left eyebrow twitching. Alfred chuckled at her reaction and waved off her anger with an air of nonchalance.
“Oh, calm down, Lizzie, I’m only kidding,” he paused, suddenly looking a little nervous as he shifted his gaze. After a few contemplative moments, Alfred coughed lightly into his fist, and then took a breath. “So, uh, anyway, about what happened-”
“I’ll forget about it if you will.”
Alfred blinked. “…What.”
Flushing, Lizzie shifted in her seat awkwardly and averted her gaze to stare at the wall next to her. “I mean that, if you don’t want to make a big deal or anything, that’s fine. It will probably make things less…uncomfortable between us.” Unnerved by his silence, she scoffed and flipped her hair, trying to look nonchalant (even though her cheeks were still pink). “I mean, it was just a good round of shagging. No big deal or anything.”
Now, if the circumstances had been different, Alfred probably would have gotten angry at Lizzie’s seemingly indifference and heartlessness, enough to say damaging words that he wouldn’t truly mean (which would just cause a whole lot of unhealthy drama for the both of them).
Fortunately for him, however, Alfred had heard Elizabeth’s complete rant to the air (I just had to fall for the crazy one, didn’t I?…Ah, well.), in a voice that had grown laced with an almost irrational (at least, in his mind) insecurity as she went on.
Alfred also remembered how Lizzie had looked at him the previous night, even as she’d made harsh demands of him as he fucked her; there was no way he could forget that indistinguishable soft look that would occasionally sparkle in her eyes, an emotion which caused him to feel both elation and a sliver of fear (again, this is another story).
Which is why his reply was:
“Actually, I was going to talk about what pet names you’d want.”
Elizabeth nearly choked on the tea she was sipping. She coughed into her hand for a few moments, and then stared at him with wide green eyes. “W-what did you just say?”
Alfred shrugged at her shock, and continued, “See, I was thinking about what pet names I could call you. Nothing I’ve thought of sounded right for you; they’re either too cliché, or too…cutesy. But if you’re into that kind of thing, I guess I wouldn’t mind-”
Epilogue: 7/?
anonymous
February 3 2011, 03:56:47 UTC
“Wait, wait, wait,” Lizzie interrupted, pinching the bridge of her nose as her mind reeled. “What does that have to do with last night?
“Everything. Everything concerning us, anyway.”
“…Us?” She stared at him, unsure that she’d heard correctly.
Alfred stared at her and nodded, smiling softly. “Yeah.”
Lizzie sat back against her seat, her heart beating rapidly. “Us”? What could that mean…? She wondered anxiously, even though deep down she had an idea-she didn’t allow herself to hope though.
“Because, unlike whatever you might think,” he continued. “I don’t want to forget last night.”
Ladies and gentleman, congratulations, you’ve just heard the loudest jaw drop in the history of, well, ever-courtesy of Elizabeth Kirkland.
“W-w-w-WHAT?”
Alfred cringed and grabbed his ears. “Lizzie, not so loud! I still need to hear, you know.”
“You don’t…but…last night,” she stammered, her cheeks red. “…You’re not freaked out?”
“Freaked out? About what?”
Lizzie turned away, her blush getting worse. “…About me.”
For a moment, Alfred didn’t know what she was talking about, and then he blushed just as brightly, if not more.
“Oh, right, that,” he laughed shakily as he rubbed the back of his neck-but when he saw how Lizzie’s fisted hand trembled on the table, Alfred gathered up his nerve and gently put a hand over hers.
“I liked it,” he replied softly.
Lizzie blinked and slowly looked up at him hesitantly. “You don’t think I’m too…freaky, or something?”
“What? Oh, no; definitely not.” Alfred blushed again, but his smile didn’t waver. Not enough to be unhealthy, anyway.
“Oh…”
An awkward pause settled between the two teenagers. Lizzie kept her head down and was shifting her eyes back and forth, trying not to show how flustered she was, while Alfred was still blushing heatedly, but didn’t remove his hand. Subconsciously, he started to rub his thumb across the tense muscles, causing a heated blush to rise to Lizzie’s cheeks. Even though the pollen was definitely out of her system by now, Alfred’s touch still made her skin tingle.
Suddenly, as if her hand burned him, Alfred removed his hand and formed it into a fist that he coughed into, as a way to ease the tension. Lizzie picked her head up to look at him, curious about what he would do, and was surprised to see Alfred stand up and smile down at her as he clapped his hands.
“Okay, first thing’s first: We need to make some rules, if we want to make this work.”
Rules…? Lizzie tilted her head, her eyes narrowing suspiciously as the American started pacing the room.
“Yeah, I know. Usually it’s supposed to be the girl who does this sort of thing, but after last night…” He let out a strained laugh before he cleared his throat, and tried to look serious, “I believe I’m obligated to be the first to set up the rules for this relationship.”
Relationship? Her heart jumped (Certainly not with joy, get that out of your head! Bloody wankers…*blush*), and her tongue suddenly felt like lead in her mouth.
“Rule number one: No more drunk sex,” he stated firmly. “I don’t care whether you initiated the sex or not, or if you somehow managed to get semi-sober last night, Lizzie, it still made me feel really awful when I actually spent time thinking about it. So, to conclude, no more drunk sex-no exceptions.”
Okay, that’s fair enough. Lizzie found herself nodding before she could stop herself. Wait, I didn’t even agree to be his girlfriend…!
“Rule number two: If we ever have sex again-and I don’t know about you, but I definitely want to do it again-and you ever feel extra…kinky,” Alfred blushed and swallowed as his smile twitched. “Warn me a little next time before you do anything, okay.”
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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Epilogue:
When Alfred F. Jones woke up in his bed the next morning, it was to the sight of a certain Elizabeth Kirkland sleeping soundly beside him. For a few moments he just blinked, his mind slowly catching up with his situation-and then his eyes widened.
“AH!” He quickly scrambled out of bed, falling down in the process.
Lizzie’s thick brows furrowed, and Alfred tensed, thinking that she had woken up.
“Peter, you little wanker, stop stealing my unicorn,” she murmured as she nuzzled further into his pillow. “You know Aisling hates getting mud on her coat…”
Alfred stared at her for a few moments, and then smiled, shaking his head slightly. Then he frowned when he realized he had no idea what happened the night before. He looked at Lizzie, as if she would have all the answers, despite being dead to the world at the moment. Then Lizzie moaned sleepily, stretched out her body, and then went lax again, causing the blanket to slide off her to reveal completely bare shoulders and arms. His eyes widened and he leaned forward to observe more closely, quickly realizing that the only thing covering Lizzie was the blanket, and his mind reeled as memories rushed back.
Oh. Now I remember.
And like any teenage boy who got lucky (especially with a girl they liked), a victorious smirk grew on Alfred’s face as he sat back on his hands lazily. He would have stood up and done a little victory dance, but he knew that Lizzie probably wouldn’t appreciate waking up to seeing him in only his boxers. Hell, she probably wouldn’t appreciate getting woken up, period, since she seemed so dead to the world and all.
His eyes softened as he took in the Brit’s sleeping face, noticing how peaceful (not to mention sated) Lizzie looked, especially with the early morning sunlight seeping in and dancing on her face. He couldn’t help but smile.
Alfred quietly stood up and got dressed. He needed to get out of the house and think for a while, and he always thought his best when his stomach was full of McDonald’s egg muffin and hash browns.
After he threw on his trademark bomber jacket, Alfred walked over to the bed and pulled the blanket over Lizzie’s shoulders, a warm look in his eyes. Then he walked downstairs quietly, so he wouldn’t disturb his parents, whom he assumed were sleeping in their room. For a brief moment, Alfred worried that they noticed Lizzie’s clothes and his torn shirt on the living room floor, and his heart raced at the thought of his parents interrogating him. Ugh…
Luckily, when he was on the first floor, the phone caught his eye with its blinking red light, indicating that there was a new message. Curious, Alfred pressed the button and listened to the message:
“Hey, boys, it’s me,” his mom’s voice chirped. “I’m really sorry about this, but your father and I are staying at a hotel tonight, because of the snow storm, and we probably won’t make it back until later tomorrow evening, when they clear the road up here. Love you, be careful, and Alfred, don’t live completely on McDonald’s while we’re gone! I know how you get. Oh, and your father says hi!”
The message stopped there. Alfred blinked at it, then went into the living room and turned on the T.V. He went on the weather channel, just as the weather man was making a report about how the town his parents were in, where people were living the aftermath of a mysterious snow storm that accosted only the town where his parents had gone…
After turning off the television, he blinked some more, and then narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “Well, that’s…oddly convenient.”
Actually, when you stop to think about it, this whole situation is nothing but bizarre, Alfred began to contemplate as he picked up Lizzie’s clothes and put them in a hamper. I mean, seriously, I’ve liked Lizzie for a while now-but those dreams and that…lust practically came out of nowhere. Then it turns out Lizzie must have been feeling it too, from what she rambled yesterday. It’s way too much of a coincidence…
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“Hey, I remember this thing,” Alfred mused, smiling lightly. “It contained that weird yellow powder stuff that I let out weeks ago…”
He turned the small bottle in his palm, and saw two yellow words written in an ornate manner, which he hadn’t seen when he’d first picked it up and opened it, because the color was the same shade as the powder. The words were: Sex Pollen.
For a moment, the words brought back a faint memory of a conversation he’d had online with his mysterious friend Tony (who he’d never met), who had once randomly ranted about how “it isn’t the aliens’ fucking fault that humans are too fucking stupid to not notice their fucking feelings for each other that they have to depend on a special, aphrodisiac pollen in order to fucking fuck each other”. (Yeah, Tony’s an odd one…but that’s a story for another day.)
Alfred blinked at the bottle, his face blank.
Then, after a few silent beats, he sighed and tossed the bottle in the waste basket.
I’m not even gonna bother, he resolved as he walked out of the house.
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When Elizabeth Kirkland woke up, she was laying alone on a bed, in a room that wasn’t her own.
That was enough to make her eyes shoot wide open, and she immediately sat up. Then she moaned softly, realizing that parts of her body were aching slightly, more specifically her head.
“Ow,” Lizzie moaned softly, grasping her head. Dear, God, what did I do last night…?
As she tried to get hangover dulled mind back in focus, Lizzie observed the room. For one, it was obvious that it was a boy’s room, from the mess of clothes and other miscellaneous objects that were on the floor (living with brothers such as Seamus and Peter, she would know). Now, the only question was whose room she was in…
Wait a minute, Lizzie paused as images flashed through her mind; memories of a haze of want, heat, skin on skin contact, cries of pleasure and heated whispers that speak of a dark promise for a release that had been desired for weeks, ever since…
…Oh shite.
Elizabeth dared to peak down at herself from under the blanket, and she blushed, her eyes widening to the size of plates.
Oh, shite.
She looks closely at the room, and her gaze catches a glimpse of a picture on the nightstand beside her. It’s a picture of a blond man and woman, along with two familiar blond teenage boys, one with a pair of shy violet eyes, and the other a pair of sky blue eyes. A choked sound escaped her mouth as she focused on the blue eyed boy, whose smile in the picture looked so innocent, in a boyish sort of way, that it was a little difficult for Lizzie to recall that same boy above her as he set her body on fire with each touch, each sensual movement, each whisper and pleasured sound that he would pour into her ear…
“Oh my God.” Lizzie grasped her head on either side, her face turning scarlet as the memories became more vivid. “Oh-my God.”
Flying Mint Bunny appeared next to her, along with a pink pixie in a sparkly dress that hugged her figure, who was named Luxuria. Bunny looked at Lizzie and her eyes widened slightly in realization, while the pixie grew a smirk that could probably rival Francis’ own.
“Well, I guess this means the pollen wore off on you,” Luxuria spoke up smugly.
“Good thing too,” Bunny mused, chuckling nervously. “You were a little scary…”
“Well, Bunny, that’s what happens when one is so randy. Funny thing, though, it’s usually the guys who go insane first; it’s rare a female will take the first initiative, at least, in the way you did, Elizabeth…”
“Oh. My. God!”
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“Oh, Elizabeth, it’s okay,” she said.
“Yeah, you’re totally a woman now!” Luxuria chirped cheerfully.
Bunny pulled on the smaller one's hair, her eye twitching. “Not that you had to have sex to be a woman in the first place.”
“Ow, okay! Sorry…”
Meanwhile, Lizzie was still having her little mental break down.
I…I can’t believe I acted that way last night, she thought manically. I mean, I might as well have told Alfred, “You’re going to shag me senseless, and you’re going to sit there and take it like a man, you tosser”. I knew that the pollen was a powerful force, but I didn’t think it was that…serious.
Lizzie recalled how she’d been feeling the past week or so, how her need had reached such a peak that the previous night had happened in the first place. The pollen was like a drug, she realized; it was a substance that pulsed through her veins, injecting her with a liquid desire that would only react when she was near or thinking about Alfred. This desire soon manifested itself through dreams-dreams she will not describe, because her sanity was close to the edge already-dreams that Lizzie had been growing desperate to make into a reality.
However, she had never thought that desperation would turn her into such a sexual deviant…a pretty aggressive sexual deviant, if her memory served correctly. Lizzie had no idea if it was the liquid courage, or the haze of the sex pollen dulling her inhibitions, but either way she had no idea what got into her last night.
Well, besides Alfred, I mean…
Lizzie blinked at the thought, and then she groaned with self-disgust. One night of sex and my mind’s already in the gutter.
She thought for a moment. …One night of incredibly hot sex…
“God, Elizabeth…”
One night of incredibly hot sex with a guy I’ve…liked for a long time now…
…The guy who just so happens to sleep in this room, on this very bed…
Lizzie blushed, and then narrowed her eyes. “That’s it, I need to get out of here,” she whispered.
She immediately lifted the blanket off her and stood up from the bed, wincing slightly when she walked over to the drawers. She opened them up and started searching for something she could wear until she got her clothes-because there was no way she was walking around Alfred’s house with just a sheet on.
Flying Mint Bunny’s brow was drawn with concern. “You all right, Elizabeth?”
“Yeah, Bunny, it’s just,” Lizzie hesitated, her cheeks darkening. “My hips hurt a little, that’s all.”
Bunny’s eyes widened, as a little blush rose to her cheeks. Luxuria just smirked.
“I-is that normal?” Bunny stammered, looking at the pixie, who shrugged nonchalantly.
“Well, those two did go at it until, like, three in the morning.”
“Once again, is that normal?!”
“Well, by regular human standards, no, I don’t think so,” Luxuria replied. “But for someone hyped up on sex pollen, logic kind of takes a vacation in the ninth dimension.”
“Tell me about it,” Lizzie muttered, recalling her behavior from the previous night.
“It also doesn’t help that you two were kind of…rough with each other last night.”
Lizzie blinked, and then glared heatedly at the pixie. “You watched?!”
“Well, yeah,” she glared back, pouting. “I wanted to make sure you wouldn’t get hurt. Guys can get forceful when it comes to sex pollen…” Luxuria blushed slightly and mumbled, “Plus, I wanted to see what would happen if you two did have sex.”
Elizabeth let out an annoyed sigh and rolled her eyes, her gaze inadvertently landing on the mirror in front of the drawers. She observed her reflection closely, her eyes narrowing on her pale neck, where numerous red marks were, the most noticeable being the spot where Alfred had bitten her during the first round. Her eyebrows shot up past her hair line, and a blush rose to her cheeks.
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A memory came to Lizzie’s mind, of Alfred suckling on her neck and pinning her wrists to the wall behind her as he pushed in and out of her at an almost relentless, and yet nonetheless, extremely pleasurable pace that she had demanded through gasps and cries of ecstasy…
“Luxuria, darling,” Lizzie smiled at the pixie acidly. “You are not helping.”
Luxuria paled at the look, and she flew over to hide behind Flying Mint Bunny, who regarded Lizzie worriedly as the girl straightened out her hair, making the blonde strands somewhat hide the marks on her neck.
“Elizabeth, what are you going to do now?”
Lizzie contemplated the question as she looked through Alfred’s top drawer. After a few moments, she pulled out a huge, navy t-shirt that she quickly put on, and then turned to look at her fairy friends with stern green eyes.
“I’m going to go down there, get my clothes, get out of this house, and pretend that last night never happened.”
The two fairies stared at her, stunned, as Lizzie walked out the door and headed for downstairs.
Luxuria growled, forgetting her previous fear, and she zoomed after the British girl, immediately hovering on the left side of her head as she walked down the stairs.
“How can you just say that?” She yelled angrily. “What about Alfred, do you even care what he feels?”
Bunny appeared on Lizzie’s other side. “As much as I hate to say it, she has a point. Maybe it would be best if you talked to him first.”
“There’s nothing to talk about,” Lizzie ground out. “We were hyped up on sex pollen; I turned into some sex crazed madwoman; we fucked; I lost my virginity on a fucking couch to a boy I l-l,” she blushed and stopped herself, then sighed, “Look, I don’t think I need to humiliate myself further.”
Lizzie walked into the living room, only to find that her clothes were gone. Her eyes narrowed and she looked around the room with suspicion.
“Where could they have gone?” She wondered, putting her hands on her hips.
“Oh,” Flying Mint Bunny cried, as if remembering something. “Alfred put them in the wash when he woke up.”
“What?” Lizzie blushed. “W-why would the git do that?”
“Gee, I don’t know,” Luxuria snarked. “It could be that he might actually like you, or something. But you’ll never know, because you, Elizabeth Rose Kirkland, are too much of a coward to ask.”
One green eye twitched as she snarled up at the pixie. Then with a restrained scream, Lizzie pulled on her hair.
“Yes, okay, yes! But don’t you dare say that there aren’t any good reasons for it!
“I mean, for one thing, there’s a good chance that things will now be completely awkward between us. Second of all, there’s the worst case scenario where he will want nothing to do with me anymore, for some reason or another,” Lizzie counted on her fingers as she paced the floor, her face slowly contorting into one of panic. “Then there’s the fact that-oh yeah-I was fucking pissed drunk, and completely uninhibited to the point of madness, and oh my God, who knows what Alfred thinks of me now, after seeing me like that?”
She suddenly let out a gasp, and tugged on her hair nervously. “What if I said something weird? Something like-”
“‘I love you’?” Bunny provided.
“Oh my God, yes!” Lizzie exclaimed, her face blushing with embarrassment. “That would ruin everything!”
“But you do love him,” Luxuria said, irritated.
Lizzie blushed and turned her head away with a frown. “Love…is a strong word, Luxie.”
(Strongly dislike most of the time, yes; occasionally admire, yes; lust for, oh most definitely-but love? No, definitely not, negative, absolutely, positively…………Oh, bugger this; I’m not fooling anyone.)
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“Well, I know the first thing would be: Damn, you look good in my shirt.”
Elizabeth froze, and she quickly glanced to the side to see Alfred leaning against the doorway leading to the kitchen, smiling brightly as he held weird, brown thing that was covered in a McDonald’s wrapper.
“The second thing would be,” he raised an eyebrow, his blue eyes twinkling with amusement. “Who the hell are you talking to?”
Lizzie stared at him for a moment, her eyes as wide as plates; then she let out something akin to a squeak and dived on top of the couch (yes, folks, that damned couch), immediately hiding her now scarlet face on a pillow.
Alfred blinked at her, and his eyes softened in concern. He walked over to the couch and crouched on the floor so he was level with her. Then he put a hand on her shoulder, his thumb rubbing it soothingly.
“Lizzie,” he said gently. “Are you okay?”
Lizzie shook her head and said something that was muffled by the pillow.
“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”
She lifted her head off the pillow, but kept her head turned away so she wouldn’t look him in the eye.
“I said that you see that I’m having a bit of an episode, horribly combined with a hangover, and you ask me if I’m okay, Alfred?”
He winced slightly and scratched his cheek. She had a point there.
“And on top of everything else, my body’s still aching from…last night,” Lizzie grumbled, blushing furiously.
Alfred also blushed and his eyes shifted to the side awkwardly.
“Heh, really,” he smiled nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Funny thing, last night.”
“Oh, it was absolutely hilarious.”
The venom in the Brit’s voice caused Alfred to wince again, wishing he had thought before he spoke. Glancing away nervously, he took a bite out of his hash brown, and then slowly looked back at Lizzie, who was curling in on herself, the movement causing the huge t-shirt to ride up her legs slightly.
He shook his head, trying to will his blush down. Out of the gutter now, you; this is serious.
With that thought, Alfred cleared his throat and regarded Lizzie sternly.
“Lizzie,” he spoke again, in that same soft tone. “All jokes aside, we really need to talk about what happened.”
A small whimper was released, and Lizzie curled up more. Alfred wasn’t willing to give up though.
“We could talk about it over breakfast,” he offered with a smile. “There’re some painkillers in the cabinet.”
The petite girl stayed silent.
“I’m already boiling the water for your tea, and I just bought a few scones to go along with it.”
Her shoulder twitched slightly, and Alfred smiled wider, knowing he had her.
“Did I happen to mention that the scones have blueberries in them?”
Finally, Lizzie turned her head to look at him, her green eyes clouded with anger, yet also with other conflicting emotions. For a moment, she regarded him silently, and then:
“What kind of tea?”
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From where he sat across the table, Alfred watched as she ate her scone and drank her tea. Lizzie made sure to avoid his gaze as much as possible, but no matter what she did, she still felt the unnerving burn of his eyes on her. Despite her scowl, Lizzie couldn’t help but feel extremely self-conscious, not only because she was in only a t-shirt that went down to a few inches above her knee, but because of, well…last night. Elizabeth wasn’t sure who was supposed to break the tension, but it most certainly wasn’t going to be her. She nodded silently in resolve, while also adjusting the shirt on her, in order to look somewhat modest. Alfred took notice of the gesture, and he smiled widely.
Lizzie noticed the smile, and without looking at him, she scowled. “What are you looking at?”
“Oh, nothing,” he replied nonchalantly. “Just thinking how cute you look in my shirt, that’s all.”
She blushed and glared at him heatedly. “That’s not funny!”
“That’s good; I wasn’t really making a joke.”
“This was the only shirt I saw that covered most of my legs!”
“Okay.”
“S-so, it’s not as if I wanted to wear it or anything! I just couldn’t find my clothes.”
Alfred smirked, and then raised an eyebrow wryly. “Why are you so quick to make excuses, Lizzie?”
“I-I, um, well, that is…” The red on the girl’s cheeks got worse, even as her glare deepened. “God bloody damn it, Jones, you said we were going to discuss last night!”
At the sound of his last name, Alfred pouted, his eyes going wide and glassy, like a sad puppy. “But Lizzie, I prefer it when you say my real name, just like last night…”
“ALFRED!”
“Yeah, like that.”
Elizabeth then gave the beaming American her deadliest glare, complete with her left eyebrow twitching. Alfred chuckled at her reaction and waved off her anger with an air of nonchalance.
“Oh, calm down, Lizzie, I’m only kidding,” he paused, suddenly looking a little nervous as he shifted his gaze. After a few contemplative moments, Alfred coughed lightly into his fist, and then took a breath. “So, uh, anyway, about what happened-”
“I’ll forget about it if you will.”
Alfred blinked. “…What.”
Flushing, Lizzie shifted in her seat awkwardly and averted her gaze to stare at the wall next to her. “I mean that, if you don’t want to make a big deal or anything, that’s fine. It will probably make things less…uncomfortable between us.” Unnerved by his silence, she scoffed and flipped her hair, trying to look nonchalant (even though her cheeks were still pink). “I mean, it was just a good round of shagging. No big deal or anything.”
Now, if the circumstances had been different, Alfred probably would have gotten angry at Lizzie’s seemingly indifference and heartlessness, enough to say damaging words that he wouldn’t truly mean (which would just cause a whole lot of unhealthy drama for the both of them).
Fortunately for him, however, Alfred had heard Elizabeth’s complete rant to the air (I just had to fall for the crazy one, didn’t I?…Ah, well.), in a voice that had grown laced with an almost irrational (at least, in his mind) insecurity as she went on.
Alfred also remembered how Lizzie had looked at him the previous night, even as she’d made harsh demands of him as he fucked her; there was no way he could forget that indistinguishable soft look that would occasionally sparkle in her eyes, an emotion which caused him to feel both elation and a sliver of fear (again, this is another story).
Which is why his reply was:
“Actually, I was going to talk about what pet names you’d want.”
Elizabeth nearly choked on the tea she was sipping. She coughed into her hand for a few moments, and then stared at him with wide green eyes. “W-what did you just say?”
Alfred shrugged at her shock, and continued, “See, I was thinking about what pet names I could call you. Nothing I’ve thought of sounded right for you; they’re either too cliché, or too…cutesy. But if you’re into that kind of thing, I guess I wouldn’t mind-”
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“Everything. Everything concerning us, anyway.”
“…Us?” She stared at him, unsure that she’d heard correctly.
Alfred stared at her and nodded, smiling softly. “Yeah.”
Lizzie sat back against her seat, her heart beating rapidly. “Us”? What could that mean…? She wondered anxiously, even though deep down she had an idea-she didn’t allow herself to hope though.
“Because, unlike whatever you might think,” he continued. “I don’t want to forget last night.”
Ladies and gentleman, congratulations, you’ve just heard the loudest jaw drop in the history of, well, ever-courtesy of Elizabeth Kirkland.
“W-w-w-WHAT?”
Alfred cringed and grabbed his ears. “Lizzie, not so loud! I still need to hear, you know.”
“You don’t…but…last night,” she stammered, her cheeks red. “…You’re not freaked out?”
“Freaked out? About what?”
Lizzie turned away, her blush getting worse. “…About me.”
For a moment, Alfred didn’t know what she was talking about, and then he blushed just as brightly, if not more.
“Oh, right, that,” he laughed shakily as he rubbed the back of his neck-but when he saw how Lizzie’s fisted hand trembled on the table, Alfred gathered up his nerve and gently put a hand over hers.
“I liked it,” he replied softly.
Lizzie blinked and slowly looked up at him hesitantly. “You don’t think I’m too…freaky, or something?”
“What? Oh, no; definitely not.” Alfred blushed again, but his smile didn’t waver. Not enough to be unhealthy, anyway.
“Oh…”
An awkward pause settled between the two teenagers. Lizzie kept her head down and was shifting her eyes back and forth, trying not to show how flustered she was, while Alfred was still blushing heatedly, but didn’t remove his hand. Subconsciously, he started to rub his thumb across the tense muscles, causing a heated blush to rise to Lizzie’s cheeks. Even though the pollen was definitely out of her system by now, Alfred’s touch still made her skin tingle.
Suddenly, as if her hand burned him, Alfred removed his hand and formed it into a fist that he coughed into, as a way to ease the tension. Lizzie picked her head up to look at him, curious about what he would do, and was surprised to see Alfred stand up and smile down at her as he clapped his hands.
“Okay, first thing’s first: We need to make some rules, if we want to make this work.”
Rules…? Lizzie tilted her head, her eyes narrowing suspiciously as the American started pacing the room.
“Yeah, I know. Usually it’s supposed to be the girl who does this sort of thing, but after last night…” He let out a strained laugh before he cleared his throat, and tried to look serious, “I believe I’m obligated to be the first to set up the rules for this relationship.”
Relationship? Her heart jumped (Certainly not with joy, get that out of your head! Bloody wankers…*blush*), and her tongue suddenly felt like lead in her mouth.
“Rule number one: No more drunk sex,” he stated firmly. “I don’t care whether you initiated the sex or not, or if you somehow managed to get semi-sober last night, Lizzie, it still made me feel really awful when I actually spent time thinking about it. So, to conclude, no more drunk sex-no exceptions.”
Okay, that’s fair enough. Lizzie found herself nodding before she could stop herself. Wait, I didn’t even agree to be his girlfriend…!
“Rule number two: If we ever have sex again-and I don’t know about you, but I definitely want to do it again-and you ever feel extra…kinky,” Alfred blushed and swallowed as his smile twitched. “Warn me a little next time before you do anything, okay.”
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