For gar_demokratia

[belpaese]

[She's been getting ready for longer than wants to admit--fidgeting, doing and re-doing her hair, changing her skirt over and over. The painting of Hellas is in the next room over, inches away from being done, but she can't. Of course, she's not going to say that. She goes back into the art room to make sure the little table is properly set, tugs

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[belpaese]

[Red-faced, she puts her hands flat on the wall to keep herself from moving again. This isn't as humiliating as it could be, partly because she's wanted Hellas's hands on her in some way, and she's getting what she wants, isn't she? So she sniffs hard and presses her forehead into the wall, too. Her backside doesn't sting anymore, it's gone numb, but it burns where Hellas hits her.]

[gar_demokratia]

[she pushes herself up a little with her feet, angling her hips down and down] Don't-- ah, fuck--

[she's really bad with teasing, and her hand settles on the back of Italy's neck without her even thinking of what she's doing]

[belpaese]

[She stops entirely when she feels the touch on her neck. Then, with a little shudder, she goes at it in earnest, trying to bring Hellas off as quickly as she can; she remembers to make tiny delighted noises, like she doesn't care that she's been grabbed.]

[gar_demokratia]

[she notices the sudden hurry only after a little while, initially she's much too pleased that they're finally going at a reasonable pace. When she does, though, she pulls her hand away and sits up straighter]

You're not enjoying this.

[belpaese]

[With the hand gone, she relaxes a little, but she doesn't answer. Instead, she stops licking and adds two more fingers, crooking them up hard--she's sure Hellas can take it--and thrusting. She lets her breath do the work her tongue was doing, and this is a gamble, because she's not sure what it takes to make Hellas come.]

[gar_demokratia]

[immediately fists her hands in the sheet and spreads her legs a little more-- that sure is working for her]

Italy, tell me-- Are you, ah--

[belpaese]

[grabs one of Hellas's thighs and squeezes it, holding it where it is, if roughness is what she likes. Her hand is getting a little tired from being scrunched up, but she doesn't let up. She won't let herself.]

[gar_demokratia]

[that is what she likes, and from someone else (Persia, ha ha, big chance nowadays) this would have been intolerable. But from sweet Italy, trying so hard... She arches into the hand, and reaches out one of her own to cup the curve of Italy's cheek]

I-- almost--

[belpaese]

[She manages not to flinch away from the touch, mostly because she's trying not to pay attention to anything but the task at hand. When Hellas speaks, though, she makes a pleased sound and laps at her, draws her tongue in circles--every trick in the book, since she doesn't know the particulars of what sets Hellas off--she just wants this to be really really good.]

[gar_demokratia]

[it seems to be the right kind of trick, because she pushes herself off the mattress with one hand, then stills as she comes, wordlessly and soundlessly. She clenches around Italy's fingers, and when she's done she slowly lets herself sit down again, eyes closed, breathing hard]

[belpaese]

[She keeps her mouth on Hellas the whole time, but pulls her fingers out the minute it's over and sits back and rubs the tips of them together. Then, she remembers that she's not the only person in the room, and scoots up next to her so she can give her a kiss. A very short kiss.]

[gar_demokratia]

[doesn't need a much loner kiss, because she's still quite out of breath right now. When she's calmed down she finally looks at Italy.]

You didn't enjoy that. [she's not stupid, just a little selfish]

[belpaese]

But I did! [she just didn't like the touching was all, and now she's wondering if she did a bad job, if all that was a let-down in some way]

oh hellas dat's sum sexy talk

[gar_demokratia]

Are you sure? [she won't touch Italy until she's convinced that she won't offend her] Would you like me to return the favour?

ùnf

[belpaese]

[draws her knees up to her chest] You don't have to if you don't want to!

Re: ùnf

[gar_demokratia]

[oh that is not a good pose if you were planning to have consensual intercourse with your partner]

...I want to. [puts a hand on her knee.]