Minvade 19: Rapunzel and whatnot [1b/3]
anonymous
September 24 2011, 00:44:51 UTC
"Did I say too old?" America snickered. "I'm sure I didn't mean it. Surely not too old." A swift kick of his legs, and America rolled them over, dragging them both up thoroughly into the area under the table. The sudden arm and leg room let America sprawl out more comfortably over England. America tugged on one of England's cheeks speculatively. "I sure don't see many wrinkles."
In answer, England grabbed America by the face, and pushed him up until America's head cracked the ceiling, and like a bar of soap squeezed a touch too hard, England slipped out from America's hands. He was half-way close to backing into the backwall of the castle, when America grabbed him back by the legs.
"Hey, hey," America giggled. "Heee-eeey." Long suffering glare in response.
"Hey Jude." England yawned cattily. "Refrain."
"Hey dude, don't let me down." America flopped on England, almost knocking a few of his ribs loose, and England gave a puff of air, and America curled his arms round England's head, pressing into the pillows and cradling and curling, all but hugging him round the head. "Only fools play it cool, right?" America shoved his face right into England's, only a few inches away and grinning messily, smile all but dripping onto England's face.
Reluctant smile in response, creeping and curling the corners of England's mouth ever so slightly.
"I can play it smooth then." England defended curtly. Then tried to angle his head back so he could inspect the side of the castle; America took the opportunity instead to lick and nibble at England's neck, despite the slight growl of displeasure. The slightest squeak of laughter when America lightly outlined the more ticklish parts with his tongue. "You don't have a portcullis."
"What are you talking about? Sounds kinky." America huffed, running a hand down the inside of England's thigh, rubbing a circle on another ticklish patch, and England gave a spasm, laughing helplessly. England's flail has dislodged the thinnest crack in the castle walls, revealing the morning light. America pulled back to narrow his eyes round Texas at England, and England pulled America by the hair to his mouth, slipping his tongue smoothly, and ever so warmly into America's mouth, fingers loosening and thumbing at the lit stripe of light on America's hair.
America pulled back, panted twice. "Oh snap, that was hot." England quirked a smile in response, and stretched under America, running each curve and sharp cut of his body against America's - there was an automatic satisfied purr and squirm from America in response.
"You need a portcullis - which is not a kink - it's the fence you see on the penny." England yawned lightly. "Otherwise we'll have people invading this castle of ours."
"Castle of mine." America corrected petulantly, and then eyed England thoughtfully, the slowest smirk lighting on his face, spreading, and opening up into an outright cheshire cat smile. "I don't want to hear about Penny." America grinned away, and England sighed tolerantly. "I don't care how kinky she is, you're definitely all mine."
England fought back the guffaw America's inane statement had left.
"You're ridiculous." England rolled his eyes, biting back the laugh, prideful and America ran his hand up England's abdomen, under his shirt, and between their closely-knitted bodies. The hand wriggled. "That feels a bit awkward, can you move- Fuckin' hell!" England snapped, shuffling away from America. "Don't elbow me in the goddamn face."
Minvade 19: Rapunzel and whatnot [1c/3]
anonymous
September 24 2011, 01:11:22 UTC
America dutifully backed away until he could figure out exactly where they were, and then moved back into position - position? Just anywhere where he could rub his palms and fingers all over England's skin - stomach flipping, twisting, gymnastic-type heart. England's skin was smooth and calloused in the most fantastic places, America supposed. Friction - damn if he didn't love that particular, Anglo-American friction they had. America continued pawing at England, and England snorted, pushing America away.
"Did I ask for a massage?"
"Well since you brought it up..." America trailed off, fastening his fingers on the hem of England's shirt and tugging - the sound of strained fabric screeched at England's ears, and he shoved America's hand away, pulling the shirt off by himself.
"You're useless at - mhm." England cut off as America replaced the hands on his chest, and began to stroke persistently at his chest. "That's not a massage."
"Well ex-cuse me, princess." America rolled his eyes, and then giggled enthusiastically. "You're the Princess in the castle."
"Which makes you what?"
"The Knight in Shining Armour." America answered proudly, leaning down to lick at England's chest, then kissed, humming into England's skin. "You taste like Sundays, too..."
England rolled his eyes. "Well, Sir Knight, it pains me to inform you you're not of high enough birth to do this to a Princess." England raised his hands to settle on America's hips and tug at the loose jeans. "Especially if you're not going to court me properly."
"Oh my love, past compare these jewels bright I wear?" America tried, the rhyme twirling off his tongue. "Belgium taught me that one. It's meant to be in French though, or Italian?" America nibbled England's collarbone, before resting his chin on England's chest.
"You know how I feel about French in the bedroom." England scowled, and struggled to get America's jeans off. "If you'd quit pinning me, you great lump, I'd be able to- bloody 'ell, this is just fantas-" America shifted to give England more room.
"I can get those myself, yanno?" America blew a puff of air into England's face, and smiled almost gormlessly at him. "Ooh, like when you yelled at me about herbs." America all but purred. "And this isn't the bedroom."
"I suppose not," England agreed. "And it's herbs." England corrected, nudging America between the legs with his knee and the America winced theatrically.
"Don't hurt me or nothing!" America laughed, the sound long and loud and still bright in England's nerves. "Hey, c'mere." America leaned down to kiss England neatly on the mouth, and was as usual not particularly surprised when England licked and nipped at his lips. With an accompanying huff of acceptance, America opened and his mouth and England clawed up at America, gripping his shirt and thoroughly snogging him. America pulled back, firmly holding England from following him. "H- h- need air! For fuck's sake!" America laughed again, and his breath jumped everywhere as he tried to breathe past the bubbly laughter in the pit of his stomach. "Hoo boy, you're hot."
England twisted in America's grip to kiss at his shoulder, and then bit down hard, before pulling away and licking at the slightest imprint. "Mhm, go on." America gave an uncomfortable twitch.
"Owwie." America protested. "Not so ha-haaaa- I said not so hard!" England licked again at the mark, which was now a definite, and clear lovebite.
"Looks good on you." England informed him, voice neat, but when he pressed forward to kiss the mark, the corners of his mouth coiled into a gently crooked smirk. "Very good." England finally shoved America's jeans to settle down around his knees. "Get those off will you? Oh, what's this..." England's hands grazed on America's inner-thighs, and America nuzzled his face into England's neck, purring and whining lightly.
"That is the worst line ever old man."
_____ A/N: And I was hoping to get this finished in a one-shot, and not a three-parter, but my cat cunningly noticed I was writing, and has now pinned me. I'll get the rest of this pulled together after work, I suppos- -aaahhh clawws! On the arrrm! AH. D8
Re: Minvade 19: Rapunzel and whatnot [1c/3]
anonymous
November 14 2011, 21:00:12 UTC
Omg, this is lovely.
And author!anon, you should really post it on the fill list (I know you didn't because I often check it) - more people would be able to find it then.^^
In answer, England grabbed America by the face, and pushed him up until America's head cracked the ceiling, and like a bar of soap squeezed a touch too hard, England slipped out from America's hands. He was half-way close to backing into the backwall of the castle, when America grabbed him back by the legs.
"Hey, hey," America giggled. "Heee-eeey." Long suffering glare in response.
"Hey Jude." England yawned cattily. "Refrain."
"Hey dude, don't let me down." America flopped on England, almost knocking a few of his ribs loose, and England gave a puff of air, and America curled his arms round England's head, pressing into the pillows and cradling and curling, all but hugging him round the head. "Only fools play it cool, right?" America shoved his face right into England's, only a few inches away and grinning messily, smile all but dripping onto England's face.
Reluctant smile in response, creeping and curling the corners of England's mouth ever so slightly.
"I can play it smooth then." England defended curtly. Then tried to angle his head back so he could inspect the side of the castle; America took the opportunity instead to lick and nibble at England's neck, despite the slight growl of displeasure. The slightest squeak of laughter when America lightly outlined the more ticklish parts with his tongue. "You don't have a portcullis."
"What are you talking about? Sounds kinky." America huffed, running a hand down the inside of England's thigh, rubbing a circle on another ticklish patch, and England gave a spasm, laughing helplessly. England's flail has dislodged the thinnest crack in the castle walls, revealing the morning light. America pulled back to narrow his eyes round Texas at England, and England pulled America by the hair to his mouth, slipping his tongue smoothly, and ever so warmly into America's mouth, fingers loosening and thumbing at the lit stripe of light on America's hair.
America pulled back, panted twice. "Oh snap, that was hot." England quirked a smile in response, and stretched under America, running each curve and sharp cut of his body against America's - there was an automatic satisfied purr and squirm from America in response.
"You need a portcullis - which is not a kink - it's the fence you see on the penny." England yawned lightly. "Otherwise we'll have people invading this castle of ours."
"Castle of mine." America corrected petulantly, and then eyed England thoughtfully, the slowest smirk lighting on his face, spreading, and opening up into an outright cheshire cat smile. "I don't want to hear about Penny." America grinned away, and England sighed tolerantly. "I don't care how kinky she is, you're definitely all mine."
England fought back the guffaw America's inane statement had left.
"You're ridiculous." England rolled his eyes, biting back the laugh, prideful and America ran his hand up England's abdomen, under his shirt, and between their closely-knitted bodies. The hand wriggled. "That feels a bit awkward, can you move- Fuckin' hell!" England snapped, shuffling away from America. "Don't elbow me in the goddamn face."
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"Did I ask for a massage?"
"Well since you brought it up..." America trailed off, fastening his fingers on the hem of England's shirt and tugging - the sound of strained fabric screeched at England's ears, and he shoved America's hand away, pulling the shirt off by himself.
"You're useless at - mhm." England cut off as America replaced the hands on his chest, and began to stroke persistently at his chest. "That's not a massage."
"Well ex-cuse me, princess." America rolled his eyes, and then giggled enthusiastically. "You're the Princess in the castle."
"Which makes you what?"
"The Knight in Shining Armour." America answered proudly, leaning down to lick at England's chest, then kissed, humming into England's skin. "You taste like Sundays, too..."
England rolled his eyes. "Well, Sir Knight, it pains me to inform you you're not of high enough birth to do this to a Princess." England raised his hands to settle on America's hips and tug at the loose jeans. "Especially if you're not going to court me properly."
"Oh my love, past compare these jewels bright I wear?" America tried, the rhyme twirling off his tongue. "Belgium taught me that one. It's meant to be in French though, or Italian?" America nibbled England's collarbone, before resting his chin on England's chest.
"You know how I feel about French in the bedroom." England scowled, and struggled to get America's jeans off. "If you'd quit pinning me, you great lump, I'd be able to- bloody 'ell, this is just fantas-" America shifted to give England more room.
"I can get those myself, yanno?" America blew a puff of air into England's face, and smiled almost gormlessly at him. "Ooh, like when you yelled at me about herbs." America all but purred. "And this isn't the bedroom."
"I suppose not," England agreed. "And it's herbs." England corrected, nudging America between the legs with his knee and the America winced theatrically.
"Don't hurt me or nothing!" America laughed, the sound long and loud and still bright in England's nerves. "Hey, c'mere." America leaned down to kiss England neatly on the mouth, and was as usual not particularly surprised when England licked and nipped at his lips. With an accompanying huff of acceptance, America opened and his mouth and England clawed up at America, gripping his shirt and thoroughly snogging him. America pulled back, firmly holding England from following him. "H- h- need air! For fuck's sake!" America laughed again, and his breath jumped everywhere as he tried to breathe past the bubbly laughter in the pit of his stomach. "Hoo boy, you're hot."
England twisted in America's grip to kiss at his shoulder, and then bit down hard, before pulling away and licking at the slightest imprint. "Mhm, go on." America gave an uncomfortable twitch.
"Owwie." America protested. "Not so ha-haaaa- I said not so hard!" England licked again at the mark, which was now a definite, and clear lovebite.
"Looks good on you." England informed him, voice neat, but when he pressed forward to kiss the mark, the corners of his mouth coiled into a gently crooked smirk. "Very good." England finally shoved America's jeans to settle down around his knees. "Get those off will you? Oh, what's this..." England's hands grazed on America's inner-thighs, and America nuzzled his face into England's neck, purring and whining lightly.
"That is the worst line ever old man."
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A/N: And I was hoping to get this finished in a one-shot, and not a three-parter, but my cat cunningly noticed I was writing, and has now pinned me. I'll get the rest of this pulled together after work, I suppos- -aaahhh clawws! On the arrrm! AH. D8
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Anyway, I'm loving this so funny. The castle, the banter between the two and how it's just generally making me smile. I can't wait for the next part.
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And author!anon, you should really post it on the fill list (I know you didn't because I often check it) - more people would be able to find it then.^^
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