Between Sleeping and Waking 3/3
anonymous
August 23 2011, 03:10:25 UTC
Japan seemed to agree, as he responded to Greece's touches - which alternated between gentle and firm -- by thrusting into Greece's palm and mewling wantonly. "Greece-san! Greece-san!" he chanted, voice far more boisterous than before.
"Japan," Greece returned in kind, seeing his own release approaching quickly.
It was with a firm squeeze of his hand that they came together, moaning and writhing, as they rode the waves of pleasure and slowly fell back down to Earth. There was stickiness between them, coating his hand and their bellies, but Greece was far too tired, too comfortable to even think to move.
He was surprised to find that Japan felt much the same way, choosing to settle against his side instead of rolling away to return to his futon or perhaps retrieve a damp cloth. A content sigh escaped him as he rested his head against Greece and whispered softly "A good dream."
Greece chuckled softly at that, wrapping his clean hand around Japan's shoulders and drawing him closer. "Is it a dream you have often?" he joked, but Japan did not seem to find it funny.
His back arched and for a full minute Japan was completely ridged. "Gre... Greece-san?" he asked carefully, his voice laced with dread. It was at that moment that Greece realized that Japan hadn't been awake. Not fully, at least.
In an instant they were detangled and Japan was not only out of his grasp, but huddle in the corner of the room, pressing himself flat against the wall.
Greece felt quite foolish, in more ways than one. It had been silly of him to think that Japan had been fully awake then, not when he had looked and acted so strangely, had moved so sluggishly and spoke in only mumbled half words. Yet now that they were on the other side of it all, Greece couldn't see why they had to feel remorseful, why they couldn't just continue this way and embrace the change that had taken place between them. He already knew, however, that Japan would not reflect this thought.
"I'm sorry," Japan said, and then he said it again and again and again in a trembling, embarrassed voice. "I don't know what came over me... I wouldn't... I didn't... I'm so very sorry."
Greece sat up, because having this conversation while lying down seemed a bit silly, and turned towards Japan. "It's alright," he said, cutting into Japan's seemingly endless flood of apologizes. "I probably should have known better… Sorry." Even in the darkness Greece could make out the redness spread across Japan's face, the way he trembled with humiliation, and that his eyes were fixed miserably on the floor. "Do you... want to pretend this never happened?" he offered.
He had expected Japan to give him a grateful nod, but again Japan surprised him. Instead Japan shook his head, slow and stubbornly quiet, but continued to avert his gaze.
Greece felt his heart fill with hope. "Do you want to talk about this?"
Again, Japan shook his head, and Greece was not surprised.
"Well... would you like to come back to bed?"
Japan responded by crawling calmly and quietly back towards the set of futons. Greece settled himself back into his own spot, knowing that there would not be much else to do that night, and was pleased when Japan, hesitantly, pressed himself against Greece's body. Greece smiled, deciding not to over step his bounds by reaching out to his bedmate, and instead merely closed his eyes. Japan was stiff for several minutes, but as sleep pulled at both of them, Greece eventually found his body relaxing into the warmth.
Be still, my heart. ♥ I didn't see any problem with the smut, aside from a few grammar errors here and there, and I loved the ending where Japan doesn't want to pretend it never happened even if he doesn't want to talk about it either. That little move of him pressing up against Greece's body even after his realization and subsequent embarrassment also spoke volumes. ♥ Greece's thoughts were also very IC; I especially liked how he was afraid that Japan was just grinding against his dream self and not his flesh-and-blood self.
You did a great job, author!anon, and I'm delighted that I got such a good fill.
Author!Anon
anonymous
August 23 2011, 16:58:18 UTC
Ugh, sorry about the grammar errors. It's always been my weakness (and being in a bit of a rush certainly didn't help). I'm glad you enjoyed my fill anyway. This was a really cute prompt that I wanted to see completed :D
Re: Between Sleeping and Waking 3/3
anonymous
August 23 2011, 21:00:55 UTC
It makes sense that Greece would be sensitive to physical touch, not sound. The smut was hot, and Japan's tacit gesture about how he really didn't mind it was sweet.
"Japan," Greece returned in kind, seeing his own release approaching quickly.
It was with a firm squeeze of his hand that they came together, moaning and writhing, as they rode the waves of pleasure and slowly fell back down to Earth. There was stickiness between them, coating his hand and their bellies, but Greece was far too tired, too comfortable to even think to move.
He was surprised to find that Japan felt much the same way, choosing to settle against his side instead of rolling away to return to his futon or perhaps retrieve a damp cloth. A content sigh escaped him as he rested his head against Greece and whispered softly "A good dream."
Greece chuckled softly at that, wrapping his clean hand around Japan's shoulders and drawing him closer. "Is it a dream you have often?" he joked, but Japan did not seem to find it funny.
His back arched and for a full minute Japan was completely ridged. "Gre... Greece-san?" he asked carefully, his voice laced with dread. It was at that moment that Greece realized that Japan hadn't been awake. Not fully, at least.
In an instant they were detangled and Japan was not only out of his grasp, but huddle in the corner of the room, pressing himself flat against the wall.
Greece felt quite foolish, in more ways than one. It had been silly of him to think that Japan had been fully awake then, not when he had looked and acted so strangely, had moved so sluggishly and spoke in only mumbled half words. Yet now that they were on the other side of it all, Greece couldn't see why they had to feel remorseful, why they couldn't just continue this way and embrace the change that had taken place between them. He already knew, however, that Japan would not reflect this thought.
"I'm sorry," Japan said, and then he said it again and again and again in a trembling, embarrassed voice. "I don't know what came over me... I wouldn't... I didn't... I'm so very sorry."
Greece sat up, because having this conversation while lying down seemed a bit silly, and turned towards Japan. "It's alright," he said, cutting into Japan's seemingly endless flood of apologizes. "I probably should have known better… Sorry." Even in the darkness Greece could make out the redness spread across Japan's face, the way he trembled with humiliation, and that his eyes were fixed miserably on the floor. "Do you... want to pretend this never happened?" he offered.
He had expected Japan to give him a grateful nod, but again Japan surprised him. Instead Japan shook his head, slow and stubbornly quiet, but continued to avert his gaze.
Greece felt his heart fill with hope. "Do you want to talk about this?"
Again, Japan shook his head, and Greece was not surprised.
"Well... would you like to come back to bed?"
Japan responded by crawling calmly and quietly back towards the set of futons. Greece settled himself back into his own spot, knowing that there would not be much else to do that night, and was pleased when Japan, hesitantly, pressed himself against Greece's body. Greece smiled, deciding not to over step his bounds by reaching out to his bedmate, and instead merely closed his eyes. Japan was stiff for several minutes, but as sleep pulled at both of them, Greece eventually found his body relaxing into the warmth.
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You did a great job, author!anon, and I'm delighted that I got such a good fill.
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