You thought éclairs were innocent. 2/?
anonymous
July 18 2009, 19:10:22 UTC
Latvia, who was sitting right next to Poland, spotted the blond's next move first, even before Lithuania actually felt slender fingers slowly traveling down the side of his pants, until the reached the knee, and then up again, sliding more to the inside of the thigh with each inch that the graceful hand made it upwards.
The brunet tensed, but managed to relax at least his upper body and hands nearly the moment that they had started to clench. Latvia observed with utmost interest, how he did not move at all, because moving away would have been towards Russia, and slipping one hand under the table all of a sudden might have caught someone's attention as well. All he could do was close his legs - which made it even worse, since Poland didn't let go and the hand was far enough inside now to get stuck between Lithuania's thighs, were clever fingers started to draw ever so little circles against covered, but still very sensitive flesh.
The youngest Baltic couldn't see the latter one, but he could see how Poland's smile changed from dreamily to mischievous, and his brother nearly squirmed under his former partner's experienced hand.
He wondered absentmindedly how long his oldest brother would last before he excused himself and then looked back onto the note in his lap, adding another line before tugging Estonia's sleeve, so the middle Baltic would pass the slip of paper on.
It was about ten minutes later that Estonia finally got curious. It wasn't the first time that he had to deliver little notes from Latvia to Liechtenstein, but usually they didn't write this fast. And although he knew that it was rude to read other peoples' messages if they weren't addressed to you, he just couldn't but throw a glance at the paper.
No, silly. Not there.
What wasn't there? It really was a pity that this was a new slip so he could not see what Latvia had written that had been so silly.
Why not? That is how it works. You can use your mouth, too, but then you have to stop everything else.
... What. The tall blond pushed his glasses, hoping that it was only his mind that misinterpreted something. Well, surely the next answer would solve the question...
It took some time, and Estonia got more and more nervous the longer it took. But finally, graceful little fingers handed him the paper.
He looked down, eager to find out the real content of the exchange, and nearly choked. What he read was a very detailed description of how exactly girls were different from boys down there, in a very descriptive yet innocent language.
It took him a few more minutes, in which the exchange continued without him reading another word of it, until the second realization dawned on him. The first one, that his little brother was doing something like phone sex, just with little letters, in the middle of a meeting, had been bad enough. The second one came when he thought a little bit more about the other party. And then his eyes wandered one chair further, to the blond male sitting there.
Was Latvia even aware that he was writing dirty things to Switzerland's little sister?
The brunet tensed, but managed to relax at least his upper body and hands nearly the moment that they had started to clench. Latvia observed with utmost interest, how he did not move at all, because moving away would have been towards Russia, and slipping one hand under the table all of a sudden might have caught someone's attention as well. All he could do was close his legs - which made it even worse, since Poland didn't let go and the hand was far enough inside now to get stuck between Lithuania's thighs, were clever fingers started to draw ever so little circles against covered, but still very sensitive flesh.
The youngest Baltic couldn't see the latter one, but he could see how Poland's smile changed from dreamily to mischievous, and his brother nearly squirmed under his former partner's experienced hand.
He wondered absentmindedly how long his oldest brother would last before he excused himself and then looked back onto the note in his lap, adding another line before tugging Estonia's sleeve, so the middle Baltic would pass the slip of paper on.
It was about ten minutes later that Estonia finally got curious. It wasn't the first time that he had to deliver little notes from Latvia to Liechtenstein, but usually they didn't write this fast. And although he knew that it was rude to read other peoples' messages if they weren't addressed to you, he just couldn't but throw a glance at the paper.
No, silly. Not there.
What wasn't there? It really was a pity that this was a new slip so he could not see what Latvia had written that had been so silly.
Why not? That is how it works. You can use your mouth, too, but then you have to stop everything else.
... What. The tall blond pushed his glasses, hoping that it was only his mind that misinterpreted something. Well, surely the next answer would solve the question...
It took some time, and Estonia got more and more nervous the longer it took. But finally, graceful little fingers handed him the paper.
He looked down, eager to find out the real content of the exchange, and nearly choked. What he read was a very detailed description of how exactly girls were different from boys down there, in a very descriptive yet innocent language.
It took him a few more minutes, in which the exchange continued without him reading another word of it, until the second realization dawned on him. The first one, that his little brother was doing something like phone sex, just with little letters, in the middle of a meeting, had been bad enough. The second one came when he thought a little bit more about the other party. And then his eyes wandered one chair further, to the blond male sitting there.
Was Latvia even aware that he was writing dirty things to Switzerland's little sister?
[pairings so far: GerIta, PolLit, LatLie]
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Oh god, I can't stop grinning, the idea is just so funny and cute! Can't wait to see what comes next!
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Please; have my children.
AND and, if you add SuFin, or Densu, I will die from both you WRITING it and the hotness of the two shippings.
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