Plottings and Petticoats (2/2)
anonymous
February 5 2009, 11:19:32 UTC
Squirming slightly, red flushed across Lithuania’s face and he attempted to pull the petticoats down slightly, laughing awkwardly, “Yeah…uh, I missed you too, huh.” Many long moments passed before Poland piped up again, in an awed tone. “May I…like, touch it?” A vein twitched slightly in Lithuania’s neck, which he took as a yes, and in a flurry he flew towards his friend, hands wrapping around his waist to access the bow at the back, tweaking it, before his hands ran up and down the details of the corset at the back. Eyes rolling back into his head slightly, Lithuania’s breathing grew shallower and faster, before he remembered his real reason for being there.
“But…Russia, are the gates protected? Are we safe? Do-” Worrying cut off, he found himself toppling backwards, ruffles flouncing around him as he was pushed onto the carpet, with Poland’s face just centimetres from his, blonde strands flicking into his eyes, they were that close. But again, his inner pessimist spoke up, to protest, not here, not now-! He got no further than “Bu-” before a little pink tongue slipped into his mouth. And then all of a sudden, his views changed. Did it matter who was outside? Now it was just him- him and Poland, together like they hadn’t been for years, not rushed, in secret, behind doors and in hidden cellars. He was free and now his strength was their unity.
The kiss deepened, and they fell into their usual routine, familiarity making the moment not a repeated one, but more special. On cue, Lithuania tilted his head backward, an action done thousands of times, like the others that would follow, with Poland’s tongue gently flicking the roof of his mouth, and him nibbling on the others lip. Meanwhile, hands roamed, one pair taking in the new ribbons and lace, the other just clinging to what they knew, because in a strange way, Poland’s uniform reminds them of home.
Only three quarters through their ‘routine’ Poland stopped abruptly, flushed and sweaty. Lithuania looked up at him; his eyes lit from behind by pride, joy, love…and definitely lust again. Almost entranced, Lithuania barely noticed the hand slipping up his thigh, through the skirts, to reach the lace and caress it gently. Until the strokes grew deeper and he couldn’t fail to notice that. Eyelids slipping down with want he tore at Poland’s belt, tossing it aside with a loud thunk. The rest of the uniform met the same fate, but through an unspoken agreement, the dress stayed. The stockings didn’t, however, with Poland nicking them off neatly with his teeth, tongue swirling over everything it passed as he dragged them downward.
All at once, their eyes locked, each begging, that they couldn’t take much longer. Lace tore, and was thrown through the air as Poland entered, and their panting filled the air, cries of “Liet…” mingled with it as well. It was the perfect victory, and as the sunset blazed in their minds, all the time apart seemed to slip away, the years of waiting almost worth it for that single moment.
Outside their cries reached the ears of the other two Baltic brothers, still dressed as a waiter and a stable boy. Estonia tried to cover Latvia’s ears, but to no avail, and as the noises grew louder and more rapturous Latvia shook harder.
Re: Plottings and Petticoats (2/2)
anonymous
February 5 2009, 16:08:49 UTC
oh my god, Anon, thank you so much for this. *A* you're amazing.
Meanwhile, hands roamed, one pair taking in the new ribbons and lace, the other just clinging to what they knew, because in a strange way, Poland’s uniform reminds them of home. ^ this line is probably one of the best lines ever written.
Re: Plottings and Petticoats (2/2) author
anonymous
February 7 2009, 11:00:18 UTC
^.^ I'm beginning to recognise anon's writings...i believe i have seen at least one of you before! Anyhoo anon is happy, i was kinda worried, i went from writing about five year olds to smut. It's probably obvious what else im the author of too...i have a really weird formal writing style
Re: Plottings and Petticoats (2/2) author
anonymous
February 7 2009, 11:13:53 UTC
Really? good gracious! I'm pretty certain i know you, you're the only one who follows lietpol and uses those little hearts! I'm unsure whether to enlighten you or to remain anon...
Squirming slightly, red flushed across Lithuania’s face and he attempted to pull the petticoats down slightly, laughing awkwardly, “Yeah…uh, I missed you too, huh.”
Many long moments passed before Poland piped up again, in an awed tone. “May I…like, touch it?” A vein twitched slightly in Lithuania’s neck, which he took as a yes, and in a flurry he flew towards his friend, hands wrapping around his waist to access the bow at the back, tweaking it, before his hands ran up and down the details of the corset at the back.
Eyes rolling back into his head slightly, Lithuania’s breathing grew shallower and faster, before he remembered his real reason for being there.
“But…Russia, are the gates protected? Are we safe? Do-”
Worrying cut off, he found himself toppling backwards, ruffles flouncing around him as he was pushed onto the carpet, with Poland’s face just centimetres from his, blonde strands flicking into his eyes, they were that close. But again, his inner pessimist spoke up, to protest, not here, not now-!
He got no further than “Bu-” before a little pink tongue slipped into his mouth. And then all of a sudden, his views changed. Did it matter who was outside? Now it was just him- him and Poland, together like they hadn’t been for years, not rushed, in secret, behind doors and in hidden cellars. He was free and now his strength was their unity.
The kiss deepened, and they fell into their usual routine, familiarity making the moment not a repeated one, but more special.
On cue, Lithuania tilted his head backward, an action done thousands of times, like the others that would follow, with Poland’s tongue gently flicking the roof of his mouth, and him nibbling on the others lip.
Meanwhile, hands roamed, one pair taking in the new ribbons and lace, the other just clinging to what they knew, because in a strange way, Poland’s uniform reminds them of home.
Only three quarters through their ‘routine’ Poland stopped abruptly, flushed and sweaty. Lithuania looked up at him; his eyes lit from behind by pride, joy, love…and definitely lust again.
Almost entranced, Lithuania barely noticed the hand slipping up his thigh, through the skirts, to reach the lace and caress it gently. Until the strokes grew deeper and he couldn’t fail to notice that. Eyelids slipping down with want he tore at Poland’s belt, tossing it aside with a loud thunk.
The rest of the uniform met the same fate, but through an unspoken agreement, the dress stayed. The stockings didn’t, however, with Poland nicking them off neatly with his teeth, tongue swirling over everything it passed as he dragged them downward.
All at once, their eyes locked, each begging, that they couldn’t take much longer. Lace tore, and was thrown through the air as Poland entered, and their panting filled the air, cries of “Liet…” mingled with it as well. It was the perfect victory, and as the sunset blazed in their minds, all the time apart seemed to slip away, the years of waiting almost worth it for that single moment.
Outside their cries reached the ears of the other two Baltic brothers, still dressed as a waiter and a stable boy.
Estonia tried to cover Latvia’s ears, but to no avail, and as the noises grew louder and more rapturous Latvia shook harder.
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Meanwhile, hands roamed, one pair taking in the new ribbons and lace, the other just clinging to what they knew, because in a strange way, Poland’s uniform reminds them of home.
^ this line is probably one of the best lines ever written.
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poland/lithuania <3
two Baltic brothers, still dressed as a waiter and a stable boy. someone draw this for me, please! *_*
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but. still. writer!anon, you are my hero for this. ♥
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I still like that one the most, actually.
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