Son of a Beach [1/2]
anonymous
January 23 2009, 06:33:07 UTC
And because I'm not a big enough glutton for punishment (ohhhhh, my poor neglected essays!), I also wrote something. Enjoy! ~~~~ “What a gorgeous beach!” Vietnam exclaimed, shielding her eyes from the bright sunshine as she gazed out. “No wonder Cuba's so proud of them, wow~.”
She was right - the waves were glittering invitingly in the sun, framed by pale golden sand. It was the very picture of Utopia. However, her companion was somewhat less than impressed.
“Big deal,” America pouted, squinting. “Don't you have beaches and stuff? I still don't see why he had to -”
“Oh, lighten up,” she chided, putting her hands on her hips. “I just called in a favour he owed me, that's all.”
From one Commie to another, America thought privately, wondering just how hard she'd smack him with her paddle if he'd said that aloud. Still, he couldn't help but smile at how happy she was. It wasn't often that they could have some time to themselves, but he was planning on taking full advantage of a week of sunshine, margaritas, and Vietnam in a bikini, bad blood with Cuba be damned.
“If you don't snap out of it, I'm going to leave you behind!” he heard her calling playfully, skipping ahead and shaking him out of his thoughts.
“Ohhhh no you don't!” He chased after her, their laughter ringing throughout the empty beach as they chased each other in the shallow waves.
“GOTCHA!”
In a deep lunge, America literally swept Vietnam off her feet and into his arms.
“Aaah!” she shrieked, and he took the moment to laugh an overly dramatic victory laugh.
“Bwahahaha! You can't escape from me n-AAAGH!”
The momentum from the lunge proved too deep, and he lost his balance.
“Oh no-!”
They both fell into the water with a resounding splash. America surfaced first, gasping for breath.
“Jesus, that's cold!” he complained, shaking the water from his head. Vietnam soon followed, but she was gasping for breath for a completely different reason.
“Y-you idiot - !” she chortled, her shoulders shaking from the effort it took to hold back her laughter. She didn't even bother getting up, but instead lay back in the shallow water, covering her face with her hands in her mirth.
“Sh-shut up!” he protested, feeling his face redden. “It's because I'm too used to playing the hero!”
Her laughter slowly subsided. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, honey,” she cooed, batting her eyelashes at him.
“You-!” he protested, but she cut him off by throwing her arms around him and smashing her face into his. The force of this sudden attack bowled him over into the water once more, making another big splash. Noses collided, foreheads butted, and lips parted to meet each other. She was kissing him so hard it hurt, but god, it hurt so good. Her hands twisted in his hair as their tongues duelled for dominance. There was nothing gentle about this kiss - it was hard, desperate, passionate.
Son of a Beach [2/2]
anonymous
January 23 2009, 06:34:05 UTC
They broke apart, panting. They exchanged the merest of glances before they were at it once more, America suddenly pinning her down against the sand. Vietnam bit down on his lip as a hand reached up to cup his face.
“Eager, aren't you?” she whispered, the other hand sliding down and caressing his chest.
“You started it,” he chuckled, nipping at her throat and earning a soft moan in response. It was his turn to moan as she gently raked her teeth across his Adam's apple in retaliation. He couldn't wait anymore. His hands moved down to her bikini bottom and -
“Wait,” she gasped, breaking away. “We should get out of here.”
“No one's going to see us, if that's what you're worried about,” he said breathlessly, running his tongue along her collarbone and making her shiver. “Come on...”
“That's not it,” she murmured against his mouth. “I don't want to get any sand in... awkward places, if you catch my drift...” She squeezed his ass, just in case he didn't get the hint. “You remember what happened in the Caribbean, don't you?”
He grinned and winced simultaneously. “Don't remind me. I was washing sand out of my hair for weeks after we got back.”
“Come on, then.” She gave him one last kiss before wriggling her way out from underneath him and helping him up. “Let's see if the rooms back at the hotel are really soundproof or not....”
Whoever said that people go crazy when they go on vacation was so, SO right, America thought merrily as he ran hand in hand with his love back to the resort.
They didn't leave their hotel room for three days.
~~~~~~~~ No porn, sadly, but I hope you liked what I had. I have a bit of a mental block when it comes to writing anything really dirty.... D: I hardcore ship this pairing so much, oh my god.
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“What a gorgeous beach!” Vietnam exclaimed, shielding her eyes from the bright sunshine as she gazed out. “No wonder Cuba's so proud of them, wow~.”
She was right - the waves were glittering invitingly in the sun, framed by pale golden sand. It was the very picture of Utopia. However, her companion was somewhat less than impressed.
“Big deal,” America pouted, squinting. “Don't you have beaches and stuff? I still don't see why he had to -”
“Oh, lighten up,” she chided, putting her hands on her hips. “I just called in a favour he owed me, that's all.”
From one Commie to another, America thought privately, wondering just how hard she'd smack him with her paddle if he'd said that aloud. Still, he couldn't help but smile at how happy she was. It wasn't often that they could have some time to themselves, but he was planning on taking full advantage of a week of sunshine, margaritas, and Vietnam in a bikini, bad blood with Cuba be damned.
“If you don't snap out of it, I'm going to leave you behind!” he heard her calling playfully, skipping ahead and shaking him out of his thoughts.
“Ohhhh no you don't!” He chased after her, their laughter ringing throughout the empty beach as they chased each other in the shallow waves.
“GOTCHA!”
In a deep lunge, America literally swept Vietnam off her feet and into his arms.
“Aaah!” she shrieked, and he took the moment to laugh an overly dramatic victory laugh.
“Bwahahaha! You can't escape from me n-AAAGH!”
The momentum from the lunge proved too deep, and he lost his balance.
“Oh no-!”
They both fell into the water with a resounding splash. America surfaced first, gasping for breath.
“Jesus, that's cold!” he complained, shaking the water from his head. Vietnam soon followed, but she was gasping for breath for a completely different reason.
“Y-you idiot - !” she chortled, her shoulders shaking from the effort it took to hold back her laughter. She didn't even bother getting up, but instead lay back in the shallow water, covering her face with her hands in her mirth.
“Sh-shut up!” he protested, feeling his face redden. “It's because I'm too used to playing the hero!”
Her laughter slowly subsided. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, honey,” she cooed, batting her eyelashes at him.
“You-!” he protested, but she cut him off by throwing her arms around him and smashing her face into his. The force of this sudden attack bowled him over into the water once more, making another big splash. Noses collided, foreheads butted, and lips parted to meet each other. She was kissing him so hard it hurt, but god, it hurt so good. Her hands twisted in his hair as their tongues duelled for dominance. There was nothing gentle about this kiss - it was hard, desperate, passionate.
Kind of like America.
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“Eager, aren't you?” she whispered, the other hand sliding down and caressing his chest.
“You started it,” he chuckled, nipping at her throat and earning a soft moan in response. It was his turn to moan as she gently raked her teeth across his Adam's apple in retaliation. He couldn't wait anymore. His hands moved down to her bikini bottom and -
“Wait,” she gasped, breaking away. “We should get out of here.”
“No one's going to see us, if that's what you're worried about,” he said breathlessly, running his tongue along her collarbone and making her shiver. “Come on...”
“That's not it,” she murmured against his mouth. “I don't want to get any sand in... awkward places, if you catch my drift...” She squeezed his ass, just in case he didn't get the hint. “You remember what happened in the Caribbean, don't you?”
He grinned and winced simultaneously. “Don't remind me. I was washing sand out of my hair for weeks after we got back.”
“Come on, then.” She gave him one last kiss before wriggling her way out from underneath him and helping him up. “Let's see if the rooms back at the hotel are really soundproof or not....”
Whoever said that people go crazy when they go on vacation was so, SO right, America thought merrily as he ran hand in hand with his love back to the resort.
They didn't leave their hotel room for three days.
~~~~~~~~
No porn, sadly, but I hope you liked what I had. I have a bit of a mental block when it comes to writing anything really dirty.... D:
I hardcore ship this pairing so much, oh my god.
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Very nice character interaction. :)
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