Fools Fall 2/3
anonymous
December 20 2010, 05:42:46 UTC
It goes without saying that America really likes having sex with England, because England is usually so repressed that of course he becomes wild and horny when they’re together. They’re both loud and sometimes destructive, so much that America has made it a point to keep priceless antiques and keepsakes in a room that he’s 65% sure he’ll never have sex with England in (the 35% left over because he’s never sure when and where England will jump him). He loves the way England is untamed and how amazingly hot he is when he’s begging for more or making America beg for more.
But if America is completely honest, he likes their reunion after separation sex most of all.
England shows up on his doorstep, or he shows up on England’s, and then they come together gently, holding on and breathing each other in as a reminder that they’re together again, so any separation was worth bearing. They’re quiet, except for the rustling of fabric or the sound of lips against lips as they relish in touch, taste, smell, England after being apart. Even if he doesn’t like tea, America loves the taste of it in England’s mouth, because he simply loves kissing England. England is sinfully good at it, too, even when the kisses are tender and loving instead of sloppy and demanding.
It’s become an unspoken agreement that their arrangement is that England tops first, and America doesn’t mind being beneath England when he’s stared at with such unbridled love and desire. England removes his clothes carefully, kissing at the newly exposed skin as he undoes the buttons on America’s shirt.
England likes his hands too, America has noticed. Just as he’s preparing to take him, he’ll grasp America’s hand in his, kissing the back, then his fingers and finally his palm, just before pressing the hand to his face. America doesn’t remove it, he simply strokes England’s cheek and smiles. England smiles back, so much love he doesn’t bother to hide for once, and then pushes in.
“It’s been too long, my love,” he says, voice thick with emotion, and he always says that, even if it’s been but a few days since they were last together. It’s in place of what they’re both really thinking, because neither one of them will outright say “I’ve missed you” even if they both mean it.
“Yeah,” America says back, and England kisses the hand on his face as he starts a slow, deliberate rhythm. America moans and follows his lead, his hands falling back to grip at the sheets. He’s been with others, but he never reacted to anyone the way he reacts to England. Especially after they haven’t been together for what is sometimes months at a time, his whole body is on fire and crying out for England, and so England making love to him nearly drives him out of his head in a way that he’ll never tire of.
America likes to cuddle with England afterward, and although England grumbles, he’s smiling, and he cuddles right back as they fall asleep tangled in each other. Come morning, America makes love to England after they’ve had breakfast, and the way England looks is the way America knows he looked the night before. England is desperate for him, arching to get more of him, breathlessly gasping his name and clinging to him.
They never say “I love you”, but they both know that they do anyway. In comes through in touches, tea at America’s house, coffee at England’s, reading in England’s garden, holding hands as they tour cities they’ve seen a thousand times over, or many other things that are theirs and theirs alone.
Fools Fall 3/3
anonymous
December 20 2010, 05:43:16 UTC
England is self conscience about his appearance, so America never misses an opportunity to remind England that he is unbearably hot and sexy. England blushes and tells America that he’s a fool, but it’s clear that he’s secretly pleased with the compliments. One thing that America doesn’t tell England, because it sounds so sappy in his head that he feels embarrassed just thinking about it, is that he thinks his smile is the most beautiful thing in the world. The world lights up when England smiles.
He’s kind of ridiculously in love and knows that he’s sometimes an idiot about it. When he’s sitting on his couch and England is next to him, he’ll reach over and take England’s hand in his. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a small smile on England’s face just as their fingers curl against each other, and America doesn’t bother to hold back his beaming smile. He’s a fool in love with someone who is kind of ridiculously amazing.
Re: Fools Fall 3/3
anonymous
December 20 2010, 06:21:19 UTC
This was lovely, sweet and perfect. You communicated love trough all the things that really matter, the small details, the little gestures, the sensations and that feeling of happiness and satisfaction that come across when you really love someone.
Re: Fools Fall 3/3
anonymous
December 30 2010, 04:15:21 UTC
this is also amazing to read when your relationship with your boyfriend is like usuk cause we're away from each other sometimes weeks at a time TT^TT but when we come together its so ridiculously sweet i'm afraid of becoming diabetic. i guess that's why i love this pairing so much, remind me so much of me and my man ^_^
But if America is completely honest, he likes their reunion after separation sex most of all.
England shows up on his doorstep, or he shows up on England’s, and then they come together gently, holding on and breathing each other in as a reminder that they’re together again, so any separation was worth bearing. They’re quiet, except for the rustling of fabric or the sound of lips against lips as they relish in touch, taste, smell, England after being apart. Even if he doesn’t like tea, America loves the taste of it in England’s mouth, because he simply loves kissing England. England is sinfully good at it, too, even when the kisses are tender and loving instead of sloppy and demanding.
It’s become an unspoken agreement that their arrangement is that England tops first, and America doesn’t mind being beneath England when he’s stared at with such unbridled love and desire. England removes his clothes carefully, kissing at the newly exposed skin as he undoes the buttons on America’s shirt.
England likes his hands too, America has noticed. Just as he’s preparing to take him, he’ll grasp America’s hand in his, kissing the back, then his fingers and finally his palm, just before pressing the hand to his face. America doesn’t remove it, he simply strokes England’s cheek and smiles. England smiles back, so much love he doesn’t bother to hide for once, and then pushes in.
“It’s been too long, my love,” he says, voice thick with emotion, and he always says that, even if it’s been but a few days since they were last together. It’s in place of what they’re both really thinking, because neither one of them will outright say “I’ve missed you” even if they both mean it.
“Yeah,” America says back, and England kisses the hand on his face as he starts a slow, deliberate rhythm. America moans and follows his lead, his hands falling back to grip at the sheets. He’s been with others, but he never reacted to anyone the way he reacts to England. Especially after they haven’t been together for what is sometimes months at a time, his whole body is on fire and crying out for England, and so England making love to him nearly drives him out of his head in a way that he’ll never tire of.
America likes to cuddle with England afterward, and although England grumbles, he’s smiling, and he cuddles right back as they fall asleep tangled in each other. Come morning, America makes love to England after they’ve had breakfast, and the way England looks is the way America knows he looked the night before. England is desperate for him, arching to get more of him, breathlessly gasping his name and clinging to him.
They never say “I love you”, but they both know that they do anyway. In comes through in touches, tea at America’s house, coffee at England’s, reading in England’s garden, holding hands as they tour cities they’ve seen a thousand times over, or many other things that are theirs and theirs alone.
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He’s kind of ridiculously in love and knows that he’s sometimes an idiot about it. When he’s sitting on his couch and England is next to him, he’ll reach over and take England’s hand in his. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a small smile on England’s face just as their fingers curl against each other, and America doesn’t bother to hold back his beaming smile. He’s a fool in love with someone who is kind of ridiculously amazing.
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Great job, A!A
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Filling pointless fluff again? 8D never stop please? I love it so.
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IT WAS KIND OF RIDICULOUSLY AMAZING.
:3 Its soooo fluuuffffyyy I love it.
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As to the original poster of the fic, it's very well done and I love it! It was so beautiful to read!
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That was just what I needed, anon. It's good to read of good ol' fluffy love, even if it's the fictional variety.
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