Can she move? Can she face her again? No, goddamn, she can't. And that fact alone is making Spain squirm much more than she would like to. She has to wait. She has to be patient and it's proving to be so difficult at the moment. She does everything in her power to keep still, from clenching her fingers around the couch, to laying her forehead against the armrest in front of her. Nothing is working and the more Monaco teases her, the harder it becomes to refrain from turning around and ravishing her.
Spain has never been one to try and stifle her noises, but she grits her teeth in an attempt to stop moving so much. Monaco is trying to do something and goddammit, Spain knows she isn't helping by trembling and squirming and melting under her lover's skillful hands. But shit, she can't help it. And it's when she feels that warm, slick tongue that she lets out a strangled moan, arching even more despite herself. Monaco's tongue keeps moving, her fingers continue with those teasing circles, her hand mindlessly groping at some part of her thigh-- Christ, it's amazing.
But then all of a sudden, Monaco's tongue is gone and Spain opens her eyes, unaware of how tightly shut she had them. She doesn't quite catch what Monaco is trying to say up until she feels something foreign pressing against her. Okay, she thinks to herself. She's gonna do it. Spain lets out a deep breath and relaxes to the best of her ability. It takes her a while before she nods and lets out a whispered, "Go on..." ready to go through with it.
The pressure of her fingers firm, Monaco's lips curve up into a tiny smile of accomplishment just as the first ball disappears into her lover. Pale blue eyes dart to Spain's face to gauge her reaction, though the momentary sight of her stretched so tightly around their new toy is an image Monaco can't seem to shake from her mind. She presses her own thighs together, imagining how lovely that penetration would be at the moment, and she has to force herself not to allow her eyes to slip shut.
"Are you all right...?" Monaco asks softly, her fingertips resuming their swirls about the sensitive bud between Spain's legs, trying to soothe away any hint of pain the intrusion may have caused through distraction. The Ben Wa balls are big enough so that they won't just slip out when Spain sits up again, though Monaco has to wonder if they're too big for someone so unaccustomed to having things inside of her.
She holds the second ball in her free hand, not wanting to let go of it for fear of the pull of it's weight against the first making Spain any more uncomfortable than she possibly already is.
The first thing Spain does once the first ball goes in is take a really sharp breath. It sounds almost like a hiss, but when she releases it, it comes out as a groan. She squirms once more, trying to adjust to the sensation. She licks at her lips again, feeling as though they've already gotten dry as time went on. She continues to clutch tightly at the couch, her breath now noticeably audible, going at a steady pace. It's strange, she thinks. Spain's not sure if this will really feel as good as Monaco says, but at the end of the day, she trusts her and she knows damn well that she would never do anything to harm her.
It takes a minute before Monaco's words reach Spain's ears, and it takes her even longer to respond. Well, it doesn't hurt, but at the same time, this ball isn't the same as Monaco's slender fingers. It's bigger, stretching her out much more than she's used to. She's well aware that there is a second ball that's supposed to go in, however, and goddamn, she knows she can handle it. She has to, after all. Even if Monaco would be quick to drop this whole thing if Spain was in the slightest bit of pain or just completely uncomfortable, Spain begins to see the toy as more of a challenge than anything else. And she likes challenges. No way is she going to let them get the better of her.
Spain finally responds, a shaky nod accompanied by an almost trembling, "¡Sí!" She wishes she could face her lover, considering she's figured out by now that Monaco tends to worry about her. But she can't right now. She can't smile at her as a sign of reassurance. She simply has to make herself clear through sound.
"I'm fine," she says with a low voice, "it's alright... Mónaco." The name comes out as a sigh, before she gives her the okay, "Keep going."
Truthfully, Monaco would be surprised if Spain had responded any differently; after the centuries of power struggles that make up European history, the constant wars that result in both naturally-acquired injuries and the aches and pains to the nations' bodies, it's unlikely Spain would find a single Ben Wa ball too much to bear. Monaco smiles again, shifting closer to her lover and wrapping one arm affectionately around her thigh, still keeping the second ball supported in her other hand.
"Are you having fun yet?" she inquires, lighter this time, mirth dancing across her face and weaving through the tone of her voice. She runs her palm along Spain's flat stomach, slowly moving it down until her fingers stroke at her clit once more, and she gently kisses the other woman's hip. Fingertips circle more purposefully, their pressure increasing just slightly as Monaco begins to push the second ball into Spain's opening.
It slips in with far more ease than the first, the result of both distraction and the fact that the first ball has stretched her enough to lessen the tightness of such minimal experience with penetration. Monaco keeps pressing for a few moments, though, ensuring the second ball is completely inside her lover's body and won't just slide out again with what she's about to do next.
"They're in," Monaco announces sweetly, giving Spain's thigh a little squeeze. With her free hand, she finds the nylon cord attached to the balls, and while still pleasuring the other woman, Monaco pulls gently at the cord. "Now, keep me from pulling these out," she instructs with another kiss to Spain's heated skin. If she's going to keep them in while standing, she has to figure out exactly how to do that.
Spain has to laugh at that question. She honestly can't come up with any other response because really, is Monaco truly asking her that? Here she is, on her hands and knees, getting both teased and pleasured, moaning, arching and trembling and Monaco's asking her if she's having fun. The tone is playful though, so Spain knows that her light, cheerful laughter will be a good enough answer.
Her breathing gets progressively heavier the more Monaco strokes at her clit. Spain is tempted to ask her lover to just continue doing that and nothing else, but she keeps on reminding herself of the task that Monaco has at the moment and it stops her from making any requests. The second ball goes in and she lets out another laugh, but this time it's breathy, mixed with another audible moan. It goes in deeper and she feels...full- for lack of a better word. It's strange and it'll take some getting used to, but it's not half bad either.
Monaco's soft command takes her by surprise, however, and Spain opens her eyes to feel the toy being pulled. "Wha-" She has no idea what to say as her face scrunches a bit. They're not just gonna...slip out so easily, are they? No, she can't let that happen! That'll defeat the purpose of everything! Involuntarily, almost without even realizing it, Spain tightens around the toy to prevent it from falling out from inside her. She has no clue what Monaco is even trying to do, but she knows she can't give up and let the toy go so quickly.
She doesn't pull very hard or with any real intention of freeing the Ben Wa balls from Spain's body, but rather to allow her to become aware of the muscles that will hold them inside her. When Monaco feels the resistance, she gradually stops pulling on the toy's cord, as well as stops the teasing caresses with her other hand.
"Good, very good," she says, pressing another kiss to Spain's backside. "I think you understand the concept of these now." Monaco runs her hand up and down the other's thigh again, petting her affectionately and feeling quite accomplished with both herself and her lover.
"If you'd like to sit up again, that would be all right with me." She smiles, fairly sure Spain will catch that hint of what she'd like, though Monaco is feeling oddly patient despite her arousal and it wouldn't bother her if she had to ask a different way.
Monaco stops pulling and Spain relaxes only the slightest bit. The touching stops as well and she unconsciously lets out a quiet whine, before perking up and giggling softly at the kiss. She nods as she figures out the gist of things, now understanding what she needs to do. She's still unsure of how this will feel as good as Monaco claims, but she can definitely be patient.
"Right!" She says, sighing at the return of Monaco's hand on her thigh. Oh, it feels so lovely against her skin, but it makes her ache at the same time, wanting for her lover to return to what she was doing before.
It takes her a minute before the permission to sit back up registers in her head. And sit back up she does, slowly and carefully until she's eventually sitting seiza-style with her back turned to Monaco. She feels the balls move and she tightens around them once more to prevent them from slipping. It makes her squirm, however, still not accustomed to the toy.
She has to move, though. Sitting with one's back turned to the person that deserves all of their attention isn't exactly effective. As she tries to turn around, she gets back up on her knees only to feel the toy move once more. She lets out a playful gigglesnort and sits back down in her original position, doing her best to keep the balls in place. She turns her head to Monaco, smiling at her with her face just a subtle shade of red.
When Spain is unable to turn herself around without losing the balls, hesitantly sinking back down onto her knees, Monaco can only chuckle. She scoots closer to Spain, placing a hand on either of her shoulders (so much smaller and narrower than she's used to) and leaning in for a quick kiss. The way she's positioned, her breasts and the many ruffles of fabric covering them press softly against Spain's upper arm.
"How does it feel?" Monaco inquires, resting her chin lightly on her lover's shoulder and peering down her front to where her bare thighs are spread just slightly. If Spain had been any taller, she wouldn't have been able to accomplish this, but the couch is fairly soft, allowing her to sink into the cushions a bit, permitting Monaco to do as she pleases.
She can see the toy's cord resting on the red velvet of the couch between Spain's legs, the only indication of something inside the other's body and a naughty little secret shared between just the two of them. Monaco smiles, her arms snaking around Spain's torso, fingers lacing together just beneath her breasts and wrists bumping up against the bottoms of them.
Spain remains hyperaware of every touch Monaco administers, getting tingles down her spine just from the hands on her shoulders. She responds to the kiss happily, only mildly disappointed that it doesn't last longer. She can feel the ruffles press against her through her sleeve and she remembers how she managed to make Monaco pull down the front of her dress before. She sort of regrets that Monaco's clothes are back on, wanting nothing more than to be able to turn around and resume her work. But it appears as though plans have changed for the time being and she'll have to spend the time getting used to the toy inside her instead.
She looks between her legs, also noticing the nylon cord on the couch. She's not sure how to answer Monaco's question, but she laughs regardless, trying her best.
"Weird," she begins with a giggle, "It's not something I'm used to, but I can't say it's bad! All I need to do is be able to move a bit with them and I think I'll be alright!" She rests her hands on top of her lover's, silently wishing they were under her shirt as opposed to over it. She continues to squirm in Monaco's arms. Not because she wants to break away, but because she's still trying to keep the toy inside.
"How long do I keep them in for?" She asks all of a sudden, looking back to the woman next to her.
She listens, considering Spain's answer carefully. If she wants her lover's experience with these little balls to progress past weird, she's going to have to coax her into moving a bit more to "get the ball rolling," so to speak. Monaco smiles at her own mental wordplay, about to repeat it to Spain when she's interrupted by a question of the other's own.
"However long you want them in," she replies, reaching up with a thumb to stroke at one of Spain's breasts. "Though I think you'll find them more pleasurable if you aren't just sitting still."
Monaco doesn't want to rush her, but at the same time, the arousal she's experiencing simply being witness to Spain with trying out something completely new is very apparent indeed. Her lover's reactions are nearly as exciting as being touched herself, and she's rather excited to get Spain up off the couch with that toy inside of her.
"Ah, really?" Spain asks, looking down between her legs again. She does know that she needs to move eventually and it's better that she starts now rather than continuing to stall. Her knees are beginning to ache thanks to pressing her weight onto them anyway. "Ahaha, alright then! Hold on!"
Spain is going to move- she's determined to do so. Slowly and gently, she pulls Monaco's hands apart to free herself from her lover's warm and cozy hold. She gets up on her knees again, stopping herself from sitting back down as she tightens around the balls once more. She closes her eyes, her lips pressing together as a smile forms. She then remembers that her jeans and panties are only half off and she contemplates whether she should take them off completely or put them back on to stand. At this point, pulling them back on would be easier than squirming and shifting to get them off. And so, she does that, pulling her striped panties back on. Her jeans follow shortly after and Spain wonders if the extra clothing will help prevent the balls from slipping out.
As soon as she begins to shift her position, she realizes that no, she still has to keep them in place. She snorts again, biting her lower lip as she slowly manages to get off the couch. Every move she makes causes the balls to move and she continues to focus on keeping them from slipping, unaware that eventually, that action will cause her to shiver in delight. It doesn't take much longer before Spain manages to completely stand up, noticing only the slightest of vibrations thanks to the toy. Her legs are pressed together at first before she relaxes enough to pull them apart and stand normally.
She then looks to Monaco and laughs, her face flushed but happy as ever. "Is this better?"
Slowly, carefully, Spain stands, shakily pulling her clothes back on; Monaco watches intently all the while, ready to rise immediately and come to her aid, should she need it for some reason or other. But she manages just fine, though Monaco stands anyway as well, reaching forward to take Spain's hand. It may just be the mistletoe or the Hotel, or it may be all Monaco, but somehow the principality can't seem to touch the other woman enough this evening. That doesn't make what she has in mind to do next much easier, but she knows that if she goes through with her little plan, it'll make Spain much happier than if they'd just stayed on the couch together.
"You tell me," Monaco says with a little laugh, leading her lover out onto the stage and away from the set laden with props that aren't really props. She moves smoothly, unhurriedly, allowing Spain to get used to walking with the toy inside her body before trying anything more. The lights shining onto the stage are bright, the rest of the theater appearing just a dark blur beyond the footlights, in effect narrowing Monaco's world down to only what she can see. The theater could be full of people right now and she'd hardly notice, so intently is her attention focused on Spain and every little twitch of her body as she tries to keep those balls inside herself.
Once they reach the center of the stage, she steps in closer to Spain, placing one hand on her shoulder while keeping the fingers of the other firmly laced with hers. She's smaller in this new body of hers, shorter and easier for Monaco to lean up and kiss whenever the urge strikes her.
"You said you wanted to dance with me here?" she asks almost too innocently, fluttering her eyelashes a bit to increase the effect. Once Spain starts rocking her hips in a slow, even rhythm, those Ben Wa balls will really start to work their magic; the miniscule vibrations caused by getting dressed and walking about won't even compare.
It takes Spain quite some time to get used to walking with the toy, laughing with every step that she takes. She can feel tiny vibrations as she walks, but they just make her laugh even more. The feeling is very subtle so it doesn't do much to stir Spain's desires more than what Monaco herself has already accomplished. She's unsure as to why she's being led to the center of the stage, but she follows regardless, slowly getting accustomed to the balls.
And then, they stop. Monaco has her hand on Spain's shoulder and Spain looks to it for a moment before turning back to face her. She smiles as she makes no effort to untangle their other hands. It's what Monaco says next that makes her blink with just a hint of confusion.
"Dance?" she begins, tilting her head, "Well, yeah! I did!" And she still does, truth be told. But she's not sure how she's going to manage considering how long it took her to get used to walking. She stares into her lover's eyes, a chuckle elicited from her lips as she speaks again, "But...right now?" Spain won't protest to it if that's what Monaco wants. She just hopes that Monaco will bear with her for a moment or two once they begin.
"It's as good a time as any, is it not?" Monaco questions with a smile, pulling the two of them even closer together. Spain feels so warm and soft against her, but she knows she'll have to be patient if she wants to experience their bodies pressed together in a more fulfilling way. For now, though, she has to get Spain moving on her own, and she's more than willing to provide a reason to do so for the end result alone; witnessing the buildup for her lover is just a bonus.
"I can sing, if you'd like music," she offers, only half-serious. Monaco isn't a singer by any means, but somehow, here alone with Spain and with the twinkling lights surrounding them, the prospect doesn't seem so horribly embarrassing. Before she even realizes she's doing it, she finds herself humming as she begins guiding Spain into a gentle slow dance. A soft, lingering version of 'Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas,' resonates about them, a song she barely even knows the tune to, let alone the actual lyrics. Monaco could just as easily have made a quick trip backstage to fiddle with the sound system, but this seems so much more romantic, intimate.
Spain has never been one to try and stifle her noises, but she grits her teeth in an attempt to stop moving so much. Monaco is trying to do something and goddammit, Spain knows she isn't helping by trembling and squirming and melting under her lover's skillful hands. But shit, she can't help it. And it's when she feels that warm, slick tongue that she lets out a strangled moan, arching even more despite herself. Monaco's tongue keeps moving, her fingers continue with those teasing circles, her hand mindlessly groping at some part of her thigh-- Christ, it's amazing.
But then all of a sudden, Monaco's tongue is gone and Spain opens her eyes, unaware of how tightly shut she had them. She doesn't quite catch what Monaco is trying to say up until she feels something foreign pressing against her. Okay, she thinks to herself. She's gonna do it. Spain lets out a deep breath and relaxes to the best of her ability. It takes her a while before she nods and lets out a whispered, "Go on..." ready to go through with it.
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"Are you all right...?" Monaco asks softly, her fingertips resuming their swirls about the sensitive bud between Spain's legs, trying to soothe away any hint of pain the intrusion may have caused through distraction. The Ben Wa balls are big enough so that they won't just slip out when Spain sits up again, though Monaco has to wonder if they're too big for someone so unaccustomed to having things inside of her.
She holds the second ball in her free hand, not wanting to let go of it for fear of the pull of it's weight against the first making Spain any more uncomfortable than she possibly already is.
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It takes a minute before Monaco's words reach Spain's ears, and it takes her even longer to respond. Well, it doesn't hurt, but at the same time, this ball isn't the same as Monaco's slender fingers. It's bigger, stretching her out much more than she's used to. She's well aware that there is a second ball that's supposed to go in, however, and goddamn, she knows she can handle it. She has to, after all. Even if Monaco would be quick to drop this whole thing if Spain was in the slightest bit of pain or just completely uncomfortable, Spain begins to see the toy as more of a challenge than anything else. And she likes challenges. No way is she going to let them get the better of her.
Spain finally responds, a shaky nod accompanied by an almost trembling, "¡Sí!" She wishes she could face her lover, considering she's figured out by now that Monaco tends to worry about her. But she can't right now. She can't smile at her as a sign of reassurance. She simply has to make herself clear through sound.
"I'm fine," she says with a low voice, "it's alright... Mónaco." The name comes out as a sigh, before she gives her the okay, "Keep going."
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"Are you having fun yet?" she inquires, lighter this time, mirth dancing across her face and weaving through the tone of her voice. She runs her palm along Spain's flat stomach, slowly moving it down until her fingers stroke at her clit once more, and she gently kisses the other woman's hip. Fingertips circle more purposefully, their pressure increasing just slightly as Monaco begins to push the second ball into Spain's opening.
It slips in with far more ease than the first, the result of both distraction and the fact that the first ball has stretched her enough to lessen the tightness of such minimal experience with penetration. Monaco keeps pressing for a few moments, though, ensuring the second ball is completely inside her lover's body and won't just slide out again with what she's about to do next.
"They're in," Monaco announces sweetly, giving Spain's thigh a little squeeze. With her free hand, she finds the nylon cord attached to the balls, and while still pleasuring the other woman, Monaco pulls gently at the cord. "Now, keep me from pulling these out," she instructs with another kiss to Spain's heated skin. If she's going to keep them in while standing, she has to figure out exactly how to do that.
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Her breathing gets progressively heavier the more Monaco strokes at her clit. Spain is tempted to ask her lover to just continue doing that and nothing else, but she keeps on reminding herself of the task that Monaco has at the moment and it stops her from making any requests. The second ball goes in and she lets out another laugh, but this time it's breathy, mixed with another audible moan. It goes in deeper and she feels...full- for lack of a better word. It's strange and it'll take some getting used to, but it's not half bad either.
Monaco's soft command takes her by surprise, however, and Spain opens her eyes to feel the toy being pulled. "Wha-" She has no idea what to say as her face scrunches a bit. They're not just gonna...slip out so easily, are they? No, she can't let that happen! That'll defeat the purpose of everything! Involuntarily, almost without even realizing it, Spain tightens around the toy to prevent it from falling out from inside her. She has no clue what Monaco is even trying to do, but she knows she can't give up and let the toy go so quickly.
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"Good, very good," she says, pressing another kiss to Spain's backside. "I think you understand the concept of these now." Monaco runs her hand up and down the other's thigh again, petting her affectionately and feeling quite accomplished with both herself and her lover.
"If you'd like to sit up again, that would be all right with me." She smiles, fairly sure Spain will catch that hint of what she'd like, though Monaco is feeling oddly patient despite her arousal and it wouldn't bother her if she had to ask a different way.
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"Right!" She says, sighing at the return of Monaco's hand on her thigh. Oh, it feels so lovely against her skin, but it makes her ache at the same time, wanting for her lover to return to what she was doing before.
It takes her a minute before the permission to sit back up registers in her head. And sit back up she does, slowly and carefully until she's eventually sitting seiza-style with her back turned to Monaco. She feels the balls move and she tightens around them once more to prevent them from slipping. It makes her squirm, however, still not accustomed to the toy.
She has to move, though. Sitting with one's back turned to the person that deserves all of their attention isn't exactly effective. As she tries to turn around, she gets back up on her knees only to feel the toy move once more. She lets out a playful gigglesnort and sits back down in her original position, doing her best to keep the balls in place. She turns her head to Monaco, smiling at her with her face just a subtle shade of red.
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"How does it feel?" Monaco inquires, resting her chin lightly on her lover's shoulder and peering down her front to where her bare thighs are spread just slightly. If Spain had been any taller, she wouldn't have been able to accomplish this, but the couch is fairly soft, allowing her to sink into the cushions a bit, permitting Monaco to do as she pleases.
She can see the toy's cord resting on the red velvet of the couch between Spain's legs, the only indication of something inside the other's body and a naughty little secret shared between just the two of them. Monaco smiles, her arms snaking around Spain's torso, fingers lacing together just beneath her breasts and wrists bumping up against the bottoms of them.
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She looks between her legs, also noticing the nylon cord on the couch. She's not sure how to answer Monaco's question, but she laughs regardless, trying her best.
"Weird," she begins with a giggle, "It's not something I'm used to, but I can't say it's bad! All I need to do is be able to move a bit with them and I think I'll be alright!" She rests her hands on top of her lover's, silently wishing they were under her shirt as opposed to over it. She continues to squirm in Monaco's arms. Not because she wants to break away, but because she's still trying to keep the toy inside.
"How long do I keep them in for?" She asks all of a sudden, looking back to the woman next to her.
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"However long you want them in," she replies, reaching up with a thumb to stroke at one of Spain's breasts. "Though I think you'll find them more pleasurable if you aren't just sitting still."
Monaco doesn't want to rush her, but at the same time, the arousal she's experiencing simply being witness to Spain with trying out something completely new is very apparent indeed. Her lover's reactions are nearly as exciting as being touched herself, and she's rather excited to get Spain up off the couch with that toy inside of her.
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Spain is going to move- she's determined to do so. Slowly and gently, she pulls Monaco's hands apart to free herself from her lover's warm and cozy hold. She gets up on her knees again, stopping herself from sitting back down as she tightens around the balls once more. She closes her eyes, her lips pressing together as a smile forms. She then remembers that her jeans and panties are only half off and she contemplates whether she should take them off completely or put them back on to stand. At this point, pulling them back on would be easier than squirming and shifting to get them off. And so, she does that, pulling her striped panties back on. Her jeans follow shortly after and Spain wonders if the extra clothing will help prevent the balls from slipping out.
As soon as she begins to shift her position, she realizes that no, she still has to keep them in place. She snorts again, biting her lower lip as she slowly manages to get off the couch. Every move she makes causes the balls to move and she continues to focus on keeping them from slipping, unaware that eventually, that action will cause her to shiver in delight. It doesn't take much longer before Spain manages to completely stand up, noticing only the slightest of vibrations thanks to the toy. Her legs are pressed together at first before she relaxes enough to pull them apart and stand normally.
She then looks to Monaco and laughs, her face flushed but happy as ever. "Is this better?"
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"You tell me," Monaco says with a little laugh, leading her lover out onto the stage and away from the set laden with props that aren't really props. She moves smoothly, unhurriedly, allowing Spain to get used to walking with the toy inside her body before trying anything more. The lights shining onto the stage are bright, the rest of the theater appearing just a dark blur beyond the footlights, in effect narrowing Monaco's world down to only what she can see. The theater could be full of people right now and she'd hardly notice, so intently is her attention focused on Spain and every little twitch of her body as she tries to keep those balls inside herself.
Once they reach the center of the stage, she steps in closer to Spain, placing one hand on her shoulder while keeping the fingers of the other firmly laced with hers. She's smaller in this new body of hers, shorter and easier for Monaco to lean up and kiss whenever the urge strikes her.
"You said you wanted to dance with me here?" she asks almost too innocently, fluttering her eyelashes a bit to increase the effect. Once Spain starts rocking her hips in a slow, even rhythm, those Ben Wa balls will really start to work their magic; the miniscule vibrations caused by getting dressed and walking about won't even compare.
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And then, they stop. Monaco has her hand on Spain's shoulder and Spain looks to it for a moment before turning back to face her. She smiles as she makes no effort to untangle their other hands. It's what Monaco says next that makes her blink with just a hint of confusion.
"Dance?" she begins, tilting her head, "Well, yeah! I did!" And she still does, truth be told. But she's not sure how she's going to manage considering how long it took her to get used to walking. She stares into her lover's eyes, a chuckle elicited from her lips as she speaks again, "But...right now?" Spain won't protest to it if that's what Monaco wants. She just hopes that Monaco will bear with her for a moment or two once they begin.
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"I can sing, if you'd like music," she offers, only half-serious. Monaco isn't a singer by any means, but somehow, here alone with Spain and with the twinkling lights surrounding them, the prospect doesn't seem so horribly embarrassing. Before she even realizes she's doing it, she finds herself humming as she begins guiding Spain into a gentle slow dance. A soft, lingering version of 'Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas,' resonates about them, a song she barely even knows the tune to, let alone the actual lyrics. Monaco could just as easily have made a quick trip backstage to fiddle with the sound system, but this seems so much more romantic, intimate.
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