How Do You Do It.
Title: How Do You Do It
Author/Artist: hi.
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Norway/Finland
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Genderbent Finland and Norway, yuri to be expected. Also language.
Summary: Continuing where the previous fic left them. Or to be exact, after they've had some drinks in between.
How Do You Do It
The early morning in Helsinki was light, yet quiet. An occasional taxi could be seen taking tired party goers back home, somewhere a bus pulled over to a stop. At this hour everyone was more or less asleep.
Finland leaned against her balcony railing and watched the scenery without really seeing anything at all. Inside Norway was where she had left her, dozing off on the sofa with a jug of water and some painkillers waiting for the morning. The one thing Finland was happy about was that Norway would have no need for a bucket since she never drank quite that much. Or perhaps she did but somehow always managed to keep herself together. Norway never seemed drunk no matter how much she downed and Finland was not ready to rule out a possibility that she could control herself perfectly even unconscious.
She almost shook her head. She was thinking about her again even though the plan had been to get some other things on her mind and forget the earlier sunbathing, and how Norway's breasts curved down in front of her as she propped herself up on her elbows, or how she seemed for some reason ethereal even in bright day light. Finland was not sure how her opinion on female beauty could be ranked but to her Norway indeed was beautiful - frighteningly so. A girl could quickly lose a lot of confidence just standing next to her and a reflecting surface of any kind.
It wasn't that Finland herself was that bad looking but her looks went the other way, all round curves, a harmlessly cute face and a certain sense of homeliness that fleetingly made her feel a little bit desperate. But the feeling passed quickly and her thoughts turned again towards the topic she had forbidden herself. The wind had picked up and she shivered in her light summer dress.
“Are you cold?”
The voice was little more than a whisper and it was close, all too close to her ear. She blushed and despite the coolness of the morning her skin felt suddenly warm. Panic raced across her mind as she tried to think of something to say, anything, but before she could sort her thoughts a pair of pale, slender arms wrapped themselves around her and pressed her gently against the railing. The world seemed to brighten up and diminish simultaneously. There was only Norway leaning against her back and the feel of her soft breasts, the scent of her skin and her face that was carefully fitting itself to the curve of her neck. Her lips touching the lobe of Finland's ear and then planting a small kiss behind it.
As her last rational thought Finland managed to wonder if she were still drunk, but Norway's fingers moved over the fabric covering her breasts and everything came to a sudden halt in her mind. The touch was so light she hardly felt it and yet it seemed to leave behind a burning trail as Norway's hands fluttered down her sides to grab the hem of her dress like they had done once before that day already. Now everything was different though, not matter-of-fact, not logical, everything seemed to be happening on a whim and she could not find the will in her to put a stop to it, quite the opposite. Norway lifted her dress just enough to slip one hand underneath it in the front and as she touched the skin on her belly Finland drew a long breath like diver getting ready to go under, slowly arched her back, turned her head and sunk into a kiss.
Norway's fingers found their way in her panties and slid over her over and over again, still so lightly that she wanted to scream but alas that was the last thing she could do. Quiet as the city was there were always people outside for one reason or another and should someone look up it would become very clear just what was going on. Her breath was speeding up, hitching at her throat as Norway let her other hand wander down her hip. Finland couldn't suppress a small moan as her fingers brushed against the insides of her thighs and through the kiss she felt Norway smile.
She pressed two fingers against her, rubbing her teasingly before she slowly, carefully slid them in. Finland broke away from the kiss and made another accidental little sound. She let her head fall back and bit the side of her own hand to keep her voice in control, her legs felt like they were going to give any moment and she was shaking, fighting against herself. Norway whispered softly in her ear, trailed her lips down the side of her neck and it was all too much. Finland gave up.
***
“That was a bit too loud you know.”
“You - what - oh fuck you!”
They were huddled indoors against the back of her sofa, safely out of view. Norway was not much taller than her but she was surprisingly strong when she needed to be, clearly enough to practically pick Finland up and duck for cover. She leaned closer.
“No thank you kiss?”
Author/Artist: hi.
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Norway/Finland
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Genderbent Finland and Norway, yuri to be expected. Also language.
Summary: Continuing where the previous fic left them. Or to be exact, after they've had some drinks in between.
How Do You Do It
The early morning in Helsinki was light, yet quiet. An occasional taxi could be seen taking tired party goers back home, somewhere a bus pulled over to a stop. At this hour everyone was more or less asleep.
Finland leaned against her balcony railing and watched the scenery without really seeing anything at all. Inside Norway was where she had left her, dozing off on the sofa with a jug of water and some painkillers waiting for the morning. The one thing Finland was happy about was that Norway would have no need for a bucket since she never drank quite that much. Or perhaps she did but somehow always managed to keep herself together. Norway never seemed drunk no matter how much she downed and Finland was not ready to rule out a possibility that she could control herself perfectly even unconscious.
She almost shook her head. She was thinking about her again even though the plan had been to get some other things on her mind and forget the earlier sunbathing, and how Norway's breasts curved down in front of her as she propped herself up on her elbows, or how she seemed for some reason ethereal even in bright day light. Finland was not sure how her opinion on female beauty could be ranked but to her Norway indeed was beautiful - frighteningly so. A girl could quickly lose a lot of confidence just standing next to her and a reflecting surface of any kind.
It wasn't that Finland herself was that bad looking but her looks went the other way, all round curves, a harmlessly cute face and a certain sense of homeliness that fleetingly made her feel a little bit desperate. But the feeling passed quickly and her thoughts turned again towards the topic she had forbidden herself. The wind had picked up and she shivered in her light summer dress.
“Are you cold?”
The voice was little more than a whisper and it was close, all too close to her ear. She blushed and despite the coolness of the morning her skin felt suddenly warm. Panic raced across her mind as she tried to think of something to say, anything, but before she could sort her thoughts a pair of pale, slender arms wrapped themselves around her and pressed her gently against the railing. The world seemed to brighten up and diminish simultaneously. There was only Norway leaning against her back and the feel of her soft breasts, the scent of her skin and her face that was carefully fitting itself to the curve of her neck. Her lips touching the lobe of Finland's ear and then planting a small kiss behind it.
As her last rational thought Finland managed to wonder if she were still drunk, but Norway's fingers moved over the fabric covering her breasts and everything came to a sudden halt in her mind. The touch was so light she hardly felt it and yet it seemed to leave behind a burning trail as Norway's hands fluttered down her sides to grab the hem of her dress like they had done once before that day already. Now everything was different though, not matter-of-fact, not logical, everything seemed to be happening on a whim and she could not find the will in her to put a stop to it, quite the opposite. Norway lifted her dress just enough to slip one hand underneath it in the front and as she touched the skin on her belly Finland drew a long breath like diver getting ready to go under, slowly arched her back, turned her head and sunk into a kiss.
Norway's fingers found their way in her panties and slid over her over and over again, still so lightly that she wanted to scream but alas that was the last thing she could do. Quiet as the city was there were always people outside for one reason or another and should someone look up it would become very clear just what was going on. Her breath was speeding up, hitching at her throat as Norway let her other hand wander down her hip. Finland couldn't suppress a small moan as her fingers brushed against the insides of her thighs and through the kiss she felt Norway smile.
She pressed two fingers against her, rubbing her teasingly before she slowly, carefully slid them in. Finland broke away from the kiss and made another accidental little sound. She let her head fall back and bit the side of her own hand to keep her voice in control, her legs felt like they were going to give any moment and she was shaking, fighting against herself. Norway whispered softly in her ear, trailed her lips down the side of her neck and it was all too much. Finland gave up.
***
“That was a bit too loud you know.”
“You - what - oh fuck you!”
They were huddled indoors against the back of her sofa, safely out of view. Norway was not much taller than her but she was surprisingly strong when she needed to be, clearly enough to practically pick Finland up and duck for cover. She leaned closer.
“No thank you kiss?”