Re: "Preoccupied" [3/?] Fill from Part 3
anonymous
April 27 2009, 08:43:15 UTC
But her lips did, crashing down on his just slightly less painfully, but a little less centered, catching the edge of his mouth. She had dropped her weapon beside her and had his cheeks in both her hands, controlling the kiss, his movements, everything.
Except his hands, those were still free, and they tangled desperately in her hair--and it felt so much softer than he remembered, more like a girl’s...yes, exactly. Like spider’s silk, so soft, but so strong that even if he pulled on it, it wouldn’t break-
“Fuck, Gilbo, that hurts, stop it,” she cursed, breaking their kiss.
“Sorry,” he said, too quickly.
“Mmph.”
They paused, staring at each other for just a moment before they both turned away, twin blushes rising in their cheeks.
“I--” Prussia started.
“There’s--” Hungary said at the same time.
He fell silent.
“There’s a wood back over there,” she muttered, inclining her head towards a stand of trees not too far from where they lay. “We could...I mean...”
“Yeah!” he agreed--too fast, too fast. She gave him a disapproving glare. “I mean...yeah, sure, if you want.” He tried to sound unaffected.
They both knew he wasn’t.
She had to help him up and flung his arm over his shoulders like she used to when he was injured on the battlefield--only now he was taller, so it was easier. This close together, now, he could smell fresh-cut flowers on her, and the cheese and sausage and freshly-baked bread of that morning’s breakfast. And...shit, once she made this weird motion, and he could swear for just a moment her breasts had pressed against him, and the memory of them through the window painted his face a brilliant crimson once more.
With Hungary aiding him, the two shuffled awkwardly across the lawn to the wood, glancing often at each other and trying to avoid being caught at it. Prussia insisted she leave the frying pan behind.
Just inside the protection of the trees, he pulled her down with him, and they landed with a light fwumph on the roots and the soft earth, their hands immediately at each other’s collars, fumbling with buttons and clasps. Hungary succeeded first, dragging his shirt off and drawing in a light gasp at him, his pale pale skin speckled green with the light penetrating the leaves above them.
“You like that, huh?” Prussia grinned, but his fingers fumbled in frustration with her collar.
“What’s the matter, you’ve never taken off a girl’s clothes before?” Hungary mumbled, but there was no maliciousness in this teasing as she reached up to help him. Her hands were shaking a little, he noticed.
His were worse.
“Crap,” he spat, without thinking, “why are you wearing this nonsense?!”
“Haven’t we been over this?” Hungary snapped, expertly loosening her complex undergarments. “I’m. A. Girl.”
“Yes,” agreed Prussia distractedly, once the whole thing was off and away, “yes you are.”
He was so grateful they’d left the frying pan behind.
“Are you gonna touch them or just sit there and stare at them?” she demanded, furiously looking away from his gawking eyes to where her white breeches contrasted so sharply with the black pants he still wore.
“O-oh. Right.”
“Shit,” Prussia thought, fighting down a gleeful grin, “I’m the luckiest fucking bastard on the planet.”
He reached out just one hand at first, cupping her left breast. It was warm out, and her nipples were burrowed, til he ran an experimental thumb over the one. It rose to meet his touch, and Hungary failed to keep the quietest of gasps from rising in sync with it.
That was all Prussia needed. His left hand gave her other breast its full attention, watching unhindered as they responded to his touch, fascinated at how they trembled almost imperceptibly when her shoulders shook. He looked up at her face, suddenly realizing how her eyes were squeezed shut and her teeth were clamped over her lower lip.
Re: "Preoccupied" [4/?] Fill from Part 3
anonymous
April 27 2009, 08:44:37 UTC
“Does it hurt?” he asked, pausing.
Hungary shook her head. “No, it doesn’t hu--ahh!” Finally, an unhindered gasp of pleasure escaped from her lips. So that was what she was holding in, Prussia thought, intrigued. He leaned forward, slowly enough to not bite his lip this time, and let her leave her moans in his own mouth--which she did, with surprising ferocity. They vibrated against the tongue that invaded past her teeth, where her own did battle with his, though Prussia couldn’t tell if she were trying to keep him out or invite him further in. He never could.
Eventually she escaped his kiss, gasping for breath. He took to kissing her ear, then, as her hands clenched in his short hair, and traveled downward, leaving a trail of wet kisses down the long side of her neck. “Eli,” he murmured between them, “Eli, Eli.”
“Elizaveta,” she corrected him breathlessly, her short, sharp nails grazing the nape of his neck.
“What?”
He stopped, looking up at her with confusion. She wouldn’t meet his gaze.
“That’s my name, so use it.”
“...Fine.” Prussia shrugged, bemused, and returned to his work, leaving kisses on her collarbones, in the hollow of her throat, on her chest, and then, and then--
“Ah!”
Her gasp sent chills buzzing up and down his spine as she arched her back further. His tongue swept across the other breast, and God was it really safe for her back to be doing that? “Elizaveta,” he hummed against her, and she cried out again, loud enough to startle the nearest birds into flight.
Prussia found he didn’t really care.
As if there were a signal to the start of a race, they reached for each others’ remaining clothing, and much fumbling and swearing and the awful sound of ripping cloth later, they were revealed to each other, and Prussia found himself breathing a distinct sigh of relief that they did indeed have nothing in common down there.
“Are they all that short?” Hungary asked, staring at it pointedly. Prussia’s expression collapsed.
“...wha...” he breathed, staring at her.
“Geez, I mean from the way you guys are always talking about them, I’d have expected them to be like five meters long or something! Maybe I do have a chance,” Hungary mumbled, bending over to peer in between her legs.
“E-Elizaveta!” Prussia gasped, horrified. “Are you still talking about that?!”
She looked back up at him and began snickering. “Haha, you should see the look on your face!”
He flushed an even brighter red, his eyes burning out of embarrassment. “Damnit, you...”
Re: "Preoccupied" [6/6] Fill from Part 3
anonymous
April 27 2009, 08:45:43 UTC
“G-Gilbert?!”
He was pushing her forward, positioning himself between her legs, and she fell shocked and unyielding against the roots below them, effectively pinned. He didn’t answer.
“Gilbert, stop, this isn’t funny. Come on,” she said, her voice still strong but beginning to crumble as he forced her legs wider apart, his features obscured with shadows. She tried to push him off but he held her arms down.
“Gilbert!”
“Will you stop fucking with me then and just admit you’re scared?” he demanded, fury and hurt pride stinging his features when he looked up at her again. They nearly completely dissolved when he saw how she looked, with her face all screwed up and tears forming at the corners of her eyes.
“Never,” she spat back, but her eyes said it for her.
“Fine. Don’t admit it.” He leaned forward to kiss her, relieve her of that twist in her mouth. “I’m not gonna hurt you,” he mumbled.
“You couldn’t even if you wanted t--ung!”
Prussia paused, uncertain.
“Was that a good ‘ung’ or a bad ‘ung?’” he asked.
“Just stop talking and do it again, will you?”
“Wait, wasn’t that supposed to hurt?”
“So you were planning on hurting me anyway, were you? You dirty liar!”
“Ow! No, I just meant--ah--isn’t it supposed to hurt--haa--when it’s a girl’s first time?”
“Fuck you,” Hungary snapped, her face reddening again.
“...Oh.”
The pair of them started up an awkward rhythm, each contradicting the other whenever one of them had settled on a pattern. He rocked forward and back, forward and back, and then she decided he wasn’t going forward enough, so she pulled away, breaking the beat, and setting up another one to be broken.
“I’m supposed to be the one leading here.”
“Maybe if you had any idea what you were doing--”
“Shut up, I know exactly what I’m doing!”
“Yeah? Then why’d you put it in the wrong hole?”
“...What?!”
Hungary sniggered at him.
“Damnit...! Why do you--nnng...!”
Unexpectedly, Prussia relaxed his arms and fell to rest on top of her, spent, but she pushed on his shoulder to force him up again. “Oh no you don’t...!”
“You mean you didn’t--?!”
“Keep...fucking...moving...will you?!”
One or two more moments later, she let him lay back down, and he clumsily kissed her face, flushed and shining with sweat.
“So?” he asked, that cocky voice rising back up again.
“So what?”
“You know... Well?”
“Oh.” Hungary screwed her eyes up at the leaves above them for a moment, as if thinking. “You could use a little more practice.”
“Oh, and you were just perfect.”
“At least I’m certain of what goes where.”
“You tricked me, bitch! Besides, I didn’t see you being all actively involved!”
Hungary growled at him. “I could bring the frying pan next time, and you’ll see just how ‘involved’ I can get.”
Prussia raised an eyebrow and whistled lowly. “Kinky.”
Re: OP here!
anonymous
April 27 2009, 20:27:19 UTC
Haha, this writer! anon is very relieved you approve, OP~! ::personally considers Hungary to not have been a virgin for a long, long time, considering her sordid past~:: Glad you enjoyed :D
Re: "Preoccupied" [6/6] Fill from Part 3
anonymous
April 27 2009, 22:27:44 UTC
I was absolutely loving it. Then I read the last line, and I loved it even more. These two have such an awesome dynamic. Seriously. Thanks for writing!
Re: "Preoccupied" [6/6] Fill from Part 3
anonymous
April 28 2009, 05:05:15 UTC
Oh, this was adorable! Augh, I love the way they were both desperately nervous, but definitely trying not to show it to the other, and aaaaaah. So much love!
Except his hands, those were still free, and they tangled desperately in her hair--and it felt so much softer than he remembered, more like a girl’s...yes, exactly. Like spider’s silk, so soft, but so strong that even if he pulled on it, it wouldn’t break-
“Fuck, Gilbo, that hurts, stop it,” she cursed, breaking their kiss.
“Sorry,” he said, too quickly.
“Mmph.”
They paused, staring at each other for just a moment before they both turned away, twin blushes rising in their cheeks.
“I--” Prussia started.
“There’s--” Hungary said at the same time.
He fell silent.
“There’s a wood back over there,” she muttered, inclining her head towards a stand of trees not too far from where they lay. “We could...I mean...”
“Yeah!” he agreed--too fast, too fast. She gave him a disapproving glare. “I mean...yeah, sure, if you want.” He tried to sound unaffected.
They both knew he wasn’t.
She had to help him up and flung his arm over his shoulders like she used to when he was injured on the battlefield--only now he was taller, so it was easier. This close together, now, he could smell fresh-cut flowers on her, and the cheese and sausage and freshly-baked bread of that morning’s breakfast. And...shit, once she made this weird motion, and he could swear for just a moment her breasts had pressed against him, and the memory of them through the window painted his face a brilliant crimson once more.
With Hungary aiding him, the two shuffled awkwardly across the lawn to the wood, glancing often at each other and trying to avoid being caught at it. Prussia insisted she leave the frying pan behind.
Just inside the protection of the trees, he pulled her down with him, and they landed with a light fwumph on the roots and the soft earth, their hands immediately at each other’s collars, fumbling with buttons and clasps. Hungary succeeded first, dragging his shirt off and drawing in a light gasp at him, his pale pale skin speckled green with the light penetrating the leaves above them.
“You like that, huh?” Prussia grinned, but his fingers fumbled in frustration with her collar.
“What’s the matter, you’ve never taken off a girl’s clothes before?” Hungary mumbled, but there was no maliciousness in this teasing as she reached up to help him. Her hands were shaking a little, he noticed.
His were worse.
“Crap,” he spat, without thinking, “why are you wearing this nonsense?!”
“Haven’t we been over this?” Hungary snapped, expertly loosening her complex undergarments. “I’m. A. Girl.”
“Yes,” agreed Prussia distractedly, once the whole thing was off and away, “yes you are.”
He was so grateful they’d left the frying pan behind.
“Are you gonna touch them or just sit there and stare at them?” she demanded, furiously looking away from his gawking eyes to where her white breeches contrasted so sharply with the black pants he still wore.
“O-oh. Right.”
“Shit,” Prussia thought, fighting down a gleeful grin, “I’m the luckiest fucking bastard on the planet.”
He reached out just one hand at first, cupping her left breast. It was warm out, and her nipples were burrowed, til he ran an experimental thumb over the one. It rose to meet his touch, and Hungary failed to keep the quietest of gasps from rising in sync with it.
That was all Prussia needed. His left hand gave her other breast its full attention, watching unhindered as they responded to his touch, fascinated at how they trembled almost imperceptibly when her shoulders shook. He looked up at her face, suddenly realizing how her eyes were squeezed shut and her teeth were clamped over her lower lip.
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Hungary shook her head. “No, it doesn’t hu--ahh!” Finally, an unhindered gasp of pleasure escaped from her lips. So that was what she was holding in, Prussia thought, intrigued. He leaned forward, slowly enough to not bite his lip this time, and let her leave her moans in his own mouth--which she did, with surprising ferocity. They vibrated against the tongue that invaded past her teeth, where her own did battle with his, though Prussia couldn’t tell if she were trying to keep him out or invite him further in. He never could.
Eventually she escaped his kiss, gasping for breath. He took to kissing her ear, then, as her hands clenched in his short hair, and traveled downward, leaving a trail of wet kisses down the long side of her neck. “Eli,” he murmured between them, “Eli, Eli.”
“Elizaveta,” she corrected him breathlessly, her short, sharp nails grazing the nape of his neck.
“What?”
He stopped, looking up at her with confusion. She wouldn’t meet his gaze.
“That’s my name, so use it.”
“...Fine.” Prussia shrugged, bemused, and returned to his work, leaving kisses on her collarbones, in the hollow of her throat, on her chest, and then, and then--
“Ah!”
Her gasp sent chills buzzing up and down his spine as she arched her back further. His tongue swept across the other breast, and God was it really safe for her back to be doing that? “Elizaveta,” he hummed against her, and she cried out again, loud enough to startle the nearest birds into flight.
Prussia found he didn’t really care.
As if there were a signal to the start of a race, they reached for each others’ remaining clothing, and much fumbling and swearing and the awful sound of ripping cloth later, they were revealed to each other, and Prussia found himself breathing a distinct sigh of relief that they did indeed have nothing in common down there.
“Are they all that short?” Hungary asked, staring at it pointedly. Prussia’s expression collapsed.
“...wha...” he breathed, staring at her.
“Geez, I mean from the way you guys are always talking about them, I’d have expected them to be like five meters long or something! Maybe I do have a chance,” Hungary mumbled, bending over to peer in between her legs.
“E-Elizaveta!” Prussia gasped, horrified. “Are you still talking about that?!”
She looked back up at him and began snickering. “Haha, you should see the look on your face!”
He flushed an even brighter red, his eyes burning out of embarrassment. “Damnit, you...”
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He was pushing her forward, positioning himself between her legs, and she fell shocked and unyielding against the roots below them, effectively pinned. He didn’t answer.
“Gilbert, stop, this isn’t funny. Come on,” she said, her voice still strong but beginning to crumble as he forced her legs wider apart, his features obscured with shadows. She tried to push him off but he held her arms down.
“Gilbert!”
“Will you stop fucking with me then and just admit you’re scared?” he demanded, fury and hurt pride stinging his features when he looked up at her again. They nearly completely dissolved when he saw how she looked, with her face all screwed up and tears forming at the corners of her eyes.
“Never,” she spat back, but her eyes said it for her.
“Fine. Don’t admit it.” He leaned forward to kiss her, relieve her of that twist in her mouth. “I’m not gonna hurt you,” he mumbled.
“You couldn’t even if you wanted t--ung!”
Prussia paused, uncertain.
“Was that a good ‘ung’ or a bad ‘ung?’” he asked.
“Just stop talking and do it again, will you?”
“Wait, wasn’t that supposed to hurt?”
“So you were planning on hurting me anyway, were you? You dirty liar!”
“Ow! No, I just meant--ah--isn’t it supposed to hurt--haa--when it’s a girl’s first time?”
“Fuck you,” Hungary snapped, her face reddening again.
“...Oh.”
The pair of them started up an awkward rhythm, each contradicting the other whenever one of them had settled on a pattern. He rocked forward and back, forward and back, and then she decided he wasn’t going forward enough, so she pulled away, breaking the beat, and setting up another one to be broken.
“I’m supposed to be the one leading here.”
“Maybe if you had any idea what you were doing--”
“Shut up, I know exactly what I’m doing!”
“Yeah? Then why’d you put it in the wrong hole?”
“...What?!”
Hungary sniggered at him.
“Damnit...! Why do you--nnng...!”
Unexpectedly, Prussia relaxed his arms and fell to rest on top of her, spent, but she pushed on his shoulder to force him up again. “Oh no you don’t...!”
“You mean you didn’t--?!”
“Keep...fucking...moving...will you?!”
One or two more moments later, she let him lay back down, and he clumsily kissed her face, flushed and shining with sweat.
“So?” he asked, that cocky voice rising back up again.
“So what?”
“You know... Well?”
“Oh.” Hungary screwed her eyes up at the leaves above them for a moment, as if thinking. “You could use a little more practice.”
“Oh, and you were just perfect.”
“At least I’m certain of what goes where.”
“You tricked me, bitch! Besides, I didn’t see you being all actively involved!”
Hungary growled at him. “I could bring the frying pan next time, and you’ll see just how ‘involved’ I can get.”
Prussia raised an eyebrow and whistled lowly. “Kinky.”
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Glad anon liked, though? :D
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“Are they all that short?” Oh Hungary. *snickers* I'm amazed Gilbert didn't lose his... confidence... right there.
And the “Ow! No, I just meant--ah--isn’t it supposed to hurt--haa--when it’s a girl’s first time?”
“Fuck you,” Hungary snapped, her face reddening again.
“...Oh.” part...
Oh~ indeed.
*claps* Awesome job anon! OP is very pleased!
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And also just realized anon's own inability to count the number of parts in this story u________u;;;
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