(Part 10) Can't Always Have What You Want (Part 3b/?) (Fem!US/Fem!UK)
anonymous
January 27 2012, 02:41:10 UTC
"I think we're on four." Annie corrected, downing the second mug.
"No, we didn't participate with Spain. We just said we supported you. I explained that to you then. So it's only the three. Ha! Three...how do I end up beside you all the time?"
"Cuz you're lucky that way?"
"More like cursed."
"So mean." The younger nation glanced over at where the other sat, nursing another drink. "When did you become so mean anyhow?"
"I've always been mean." Matilda scoffed at the question.
"Really, huh..." Annie took a sip from her drink, opting to slow down before she got too drunk. No use them both being wasted. But when her next question slipped out, she wondered if the drinks she'd had were already loosening her tongue too much. "It's funny...cuz all my earliest memories is of you smiling. What happened to that?"
She was expecting a flippant answer, or a rant about her revolution. So when the answer came, quiet and thoughtful, it took her off guard. "You grew up."
"Why does that mean you can't smile at me anymore?"
"How typical of you to misinterpret."
"Well, if you said what you meant-"
"I protected you. You don't need a protector now. I can trust you with my frowns."
Annie contemplated her words for a moment. "But not your smiles?" When Matilda's reply was silence, she dared to press further. "What if I want both?"
To her surprise, Matilda chuckled. "You always were greedy."
"You always indulged me."
"...not anymore."
Annie knew the words shouldn't have hurt as much as they did. She covered the pain with a smile. "Whatever you say, old bitty. Whatever you say."
They weren't drunk when it happened. Matilda almost wished they were. Instead, they were on assignment in Italy - scratch that, she was on assignment in Italy. She'd been captured and escaped twice, and she wasn't even sure what she did wrong because she'd never been caught so easily. Her agent had her dressed up, hair smoothed into two ponytails, a ridiculous hat on her head, and a suit that's too couture, but that she secretly admitted to herself looked good.
She couldn't run in the heels, and they ended up in her hands, and her hat Was skewed, as Annie and her managed to make it to the plane she'd been bragging about. Annie was laughing like a madwoman, and Matilda was too busy firing popshots at their pursuers to berate her for giving away their position. This was not her idea of a fun time, yet somehow she couldn't stop smiling.
"Elderly and children first." Annie cracked, pulling a grenade out to toss at the soldiers following them.
"Considering your age, which does that make first?" Matilda tossed back. She tried to climb the ladder, and growled in frustration when the tight suit skirt hampered her progress.
"Do you need help, old woman?"
"It's the bloody skirt!" She snapped back, followed by, "Don't look!" She hiked it to her thighs, and - of course - Annie looked. "Enemies at 7 o'clock, idiot!" She snapped back, cheeks flushed at the way the other's eyes traced the expanse of displayed skin.
"R-right!" Annie pulled a gun from the back of her waistband and fired a few shots. Matilda was moving towards the cockpit, when the other scrambled up the ladder behind her. "My plane, I fly." The heat from Annie's body behind hers made her completely lose track of whatever insult she was about to throw, and the other's hands were on her waist then - putting her in the backseat with the ease of that stupid strength she's had since childhood. (She always felt sorry for that poor buffalo...)
There was barely time to strap in before Annie took off. She flew as obnoxiously as she did everything else, and Matilda was glad she didn't have time to eat between escaping and meeting up with her self-proclaimed rescuer, because she was sure it would have come back up - and it would not have tasted good a second time.
(Part 10) Can't Always Have What You Want (Part 3c/?) (Fem!US/Fem!UK)
anonymous
January 27 2012, 02:43:18 UTC
There was no one to rendevous with, because - of course - Annie just decided to come on her own. She doesn't remember later who's base they landed at. She remembered telling Annie she was a horrible pilot, and the other saying she wasn't much of a spy, and then they were kissing. It must have been the adrenaline rush. That was her excuse then, and she always stuck to it. Because once they'd kissed, both of them seemed to lose control.
Annie's mouth was hot on her neck, and for some absurd reason she was still holding the damn heels. They must have been digging into Annie's back from the way she wrapped her arms around her, but the other didn't complain. Probably couldn't feel it through the stupid bomber jacket anyhow.
"Could have gotten yourself killed out there." Annie murmurred, hands working on the buttons of the suit jacket, lips travelling downward.
"By Italy? Don't be absurd..." She ground their hips together, and Annie groaned. The jacket's open, and her mouth is on her breast despite the thin shirt and brassiere in the way.
"What's with the outfit?"
"My...my agent was helping me fit in." She drug her hand downward, hand squeezing Annie's butt and grinding them together harder. Annie shuddered, letting out a moan of need. "Don't I look better?"
"Different." Annie's mouth was on hers again, tongue dragging along her lip before pulling back. "Different, but it doesn't matter. You're still you."
She wanted to ask her what that meant, but then they were kissing again, which had seemed a much better idea than talking at the time. Their tongues slid against eachother as their hands worked on hiking their skirts around their waist - because getting naked was out of the question when an attack could come at any second. She was pretty sure one of the heels must have scraped Annie's thigh before they both realized she was holding them. Annie grabbed them and tossed them aside, and if her tongue hadn't been busy doing devilish things to the roof of her mouth, she might have complained about the careless treatment of them. Said something about Annie never having a regard for her possessions.
But it all felt too good to bother, and she'd figured a better retaliation would be to slip her hand into the other's panties - because her skirt wasshorter and therefore much easier to pull up. Annie gasped, breaking off the kiss as her fingers cupped her groin, squeezing lightly. "Hell, Matilda."
"You promised to go there with me, remember?" She bit her earlobe, and Annie retaliated by biting her neck before her hand cupped her groin back, rubbing.
"I never forget a promise." She murmured into her skin.
The floor of the hanger was hard and cold, but they were too turned on to care at that point. She wasn't really sure later who pulled who down, or when they'd both lost their undergarments. But she would never forget the feeling of Annie against her, hair prickling sensitive skin, as they ground together. The position was never comfortable, but the feeling of heat and slickness and pressure was always incredible. There fingers were digging into each other's thighs, and she had the brief thought that Annie had better the hell wear a longer skirt tomorrow.
Then the other nation shifted position slightly and pulled them tighter together and the air tried to escape her lungs all at once. She tightened her own grip, and pulled as well, grinding as if she could meld them into one being; the pressure was making her shake with desire. Annie's thighs were shivering below her hands, so she knew the other was close as well. She thought she heard her name fall from her lips as climax brought an explosion of pleasure, hips jerking in release.
(Part 10) Can't Always Have What You Want (Part 3d/?) (Fem!US/Fem!UK)
anonymous
January 27 2012, 02:44:06 UTC
For a moment they laid there, panting with spent desire, senses returning slowly. Her legs were still shaking when she stood to grab rags from a workbench so they could clean up. "These probably have engine oil on them." Annie panted out, and made no move to rise from the floor.
"Lovely." Matilda replied, slumping down against the wheel of the plane , because her legs still insisted they were made of jelly.
When Annie did sit up, there was a question in her eyes. Matilda purposefully avoided them, crawling over to retrieve their undergarments instead. "Matilda, we just-"
"Adrenaline. We just escaped enemy soldiers. This isn't your first war, you know these things happen." Matilda cut her off, not looking at her. Not wanting to see if her eyes held disappointment or relief.
"...Yah, I know." Annie's voice was too subdued to sound convincing. Matilda kept her face averted, not wanting to see what expression she wore at that moment.
It wasn't the truth, because if it had been Francis who kissed her, she'd have punched him, not kissed him back. And she had very clear memories of similar situations to prove it. But though it was obvious that Annie was no virgin, she was also obviously still rather inexperienced, and Matilda was old and jaded. She didn't trust anything more. Too risky,; too dangerous; too much to lose. So instead she'd cleaned up and fixed her clothes, and didn't watch while Annie did the same. Didn't kiss her when she came up to her, or give her any indication she was thinking twice about the incident. It wasn't even all that hard, because she'd always been a skilled liar. Especially to herself.
To Be Continued...
WWII will take two parts, it seems. My muse decided they needed to have sex first, and romance later. She gets like that sometimes.
Re: (Part 10) Can't Always Have What You Want (Part 3d/?) (Fem!US/Fem!UK)
anonymous
January 27 2012, 03:16:16 UTC
Oh that conversation in the beginning! Tears in my eyes. And so very IC. But what i am most looking forward to is your take on an Annie/OC serious relationship, and how that changes Annie. It is kind of funny, since I skimmed over the Matilda/oc bit, but since you mentioned the Annie/oc relationship I have been eagerly awaiting that part.
Re: (Part 10) Can't Always Have What You Want (Part 3d/?) (Fem!US/Fem!UK)
anonymous
January 30 2012, 13:04:38 UTC
The first conversation is one of my favorites, so I'm glad you like it. Annie's romance won't be until the part after next, but it's coming. Thank-you for reading, and taking the time to comment.
"No, we didn't participate with Spain. We just said we supported you. I explained that to you then. So it's only the three. Ha! Three...how do I end up beside you all the time?"
"Cuz you're lucky that way?"
"More like cursed."
"So mean." The younger nation glanced over at where the other sat, nursing another drink. "When did you become so mean anyhow?"
"I've always been mean." Matilda scoffed at the question.
"Really, huh..." Annie took a sip from her drink, opting to slow down before she got too drunk. No use them both being wasted. But when her next question slipped out, she wondered if the drinks she'd had were already loosening her tongue too much. "It's funny...cuz all my earliest memories is of you smiling. What happened to that?"
She was expecting a flippant answer, or a rant about her revolution. So when the answer came, quiet and thoughtful, it took her off guard. "You grew up."
"Why does that mean you can't smile at me anymore?"
"How typical of you to misinterpret."
"Well, if you said what you meant-"
"I protected you. You don't need a protector now. I can trust you with my frowns."
Annie contemplated her words for a moment. "But not your smiles?" When Matilda's reply was silence, she dared to press further. "What if I want both?"
To her surprise, Matilda chuckled. "You always were greedy."
"You always indulged me."
"...not anymore."
Annie knew the words shouldn't have hurt as much as they did. She covered the pain with a smile. "Whatever you say, old bitty. Whatever you say."
They weren't drunk when it happened. Matilda almost wished they were. Instead, they were on assignment in Italy - scratch that, she was on assignment in Italy. She'd been captured and escaped twice, and she wasn't even sure what she did wrong because she'd never been caught so easily. Her agent had her dressed up, hair smoothed into two ponytails, a ridiculous hat on her head, and a suit that's too couture, but that she secretly admitted to herself looked good.
She couldn't run in the heels, and they ended up in her hands, and her hat Was skewed, as Annie and her managed to make it to the plane she'd been bragging about. Annie was laughing like a madwoman, and Matilda was too busy firing popshots at their pursuers to berate her for giving away their position. This was not her idea of a fun time, yet somehow she couldn't stop smiling.
"Elderly and children first." Annie cracked, pulling a grenade out to toss at the soldiers following them.
"Considering your age, which does that make first?" Matilda tossed back. She tried to climb the ladder, and growled in frustration when the tight suit skirt hampered her progress.
"Do you need help, old woman?"
"It's the bloody skirt!" She snapped back, followed by, "Don't look!" She hiked it to her thighs, and - of course - Annie looked. "Enemies at 7 o'clock, idiot!" She snapped back, cheeks flushed at the way the other's eyes traced the expanse of displayed skin.
"R-right!" Annie pulled a gun from the back of her waistband and fired a few shots. Matilda was moving towards the cockpit, when the other scrambled up the ladder behind her. "My plane, I fly." The heat from Annie's body behind hers made her completely lose track of whatever insult she was about to throw, and the other's hands were on her waist then - putting her in the backseat with the ease of that stupid strength she's had since childhood. (She always felt sorry for that poor buffalo...)
There was barely time to strap in before Annie took off. She flew as obnoxiously as she did everything else, and Matilda was glad she didn't have time to eat between escaping and meeting up with her self-proclaimed rescuer, because she was sure it would have come back up - and it would not have tasted good a second time.
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Annie's mouth was hot on her neck, and for some absurd reason she was still holding the damn heels. They must have been digging into Annie's back from the way she wrapped her arms around her, but the other didn't complain. Probably couldn't feel it through the stupid bomber jacket anyhow.
"Could have gotten yourself killed out there." Annie murmurred, hands working on the buttons of the suit jacket, lips travelling downward.
"By Italy? Don't be absurd..." She ground their hips together, and Annie groaned. The jacket's open, and her mouth is on her breast despite the thin shirt and brassiere in the way.
"What's with the outfit?"
"My...my agent was helping me fit in." She drug her hand downward, hand squeezing Annie's butt and grinding them together harder. Annie shuddered, letting out a moan of need. "Don't I look better?"
"Different." Annie's mouth was on hers again, tongue dragging along her lip before pulling back. "Different, but it doesn't matter. You're still you."
She wanted to ask her what that meant, but then they were kissing again, which had seemed a much better idea than talking at the time. Their tongues slid against eachother as their hands worked on hiking their skirts around their waist - because getting naked was out of the question when an attack could come at any second. She was pretty sure one of the heels must have scraped Annie's thigh before they both realized she was holding them. Annie grabbed them and tossed them aside, and if her tongue hadn't been busy doing devilish things to the roof of her mouth, she might have complained about the careless treatment of them. Said something about Annie never having a regard for her possessions.
But it all felt too good to bother, and she'd figured a better retaliation would be to slip her hand into the other's panties - because her skirt wasshorter and therefore much easier to pull up. Annie gasped, breaking off the kiss as her fingers cupped her groin, squeezing lightly. "Hell, Matilda."
"You promised to go there with me, remember?" She bit her earlobe, and Annie retaliated by biting her neck before her hand cupped her groin back, rubbing.
"I never forget a promise." She murmured into her skin.
The floor of the hanger was hard and cold, but they were too turned on to care at that point. She wasn't really sure later who pulled who down, or when they'd both lost their undergarments. But she would never forget the feeling of Annie against her, hair prickling sensitive skin, as they ground together. The position was never comfortable, but the feeling of heat and slickness and pressure was always incredible. There fingers were digging into each other's thighs, and she had the brief thought that Annie had better the hell wear a longer skirt tomorrow.
Then the other nation shifted position slightly and pulled them tighter together and the air tried to escape her lungs all at once. She tightened her own grip, and pulled as well, grinding as if she could meld them into one being; the pressure was making her shake with desire. Annie's thighs were shivering below her hands, so she knew the other was close as well. She thought she heard her name fall from her lips as climax brought an explosion of pleasure, hips jerking in release.
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"Lovely." Matilda replied, slumping down against the wheel of the plane , because her legs still insisted they were made of jelly.
When Annie did sit up, there was a question in her eyes. Matilda purposefully avoided them, crawling over to retrieve their undergarments instead. "Matilda, we just-"
"Adrenaline. We just escaped enemy soldiers. This isn't your first war, you know these things happen." Matilda cut her off, not looking at her. Not wanting to see if her eyes held disappointment or relief.
"...Yah, I know." Annie's voice was too subdued to sound convincing. Matilda kept her face averted, not wanting to see what expression she wore at that moment.
It wasn't the truth, because if it had been Francis who kissed her, she'd have punched him, not kissed him back. And she had very clear memories of similar situations to prove it. But though it was obvious that Annie was no virgin, she was also obviously still rather inexperienced, and Matilda was old and jaded. She didn't trust anything more. Too risky,; too dangerous; too much to lose. So instead she'd cleaned up and fixed her clothes, and didn't watch while Annie did the same. Didn't kiss her when she came up to her, or give her any indication she was thinking twice about the incident. It wasn't even all that hard, because she'd always been a skilled liar. Especially to herself.
To Be Continued...
WWII will take two parts, it seems. My muse decided they needed to have sex first, and romance later. She gets like that sometimes.
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