Re: Fill: Love of Roses [2.1/2]
anonymous
January 29 2010, 03:21:17 UTC
France’s smile had turned into a smirk by this point. America though it was the sort of expression you could photograph and paste into the encyclopedia under the heading ‘cat who got the canary’. Or something like that
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Re: Fill: Love of Roses [2.2/2]
anonymous
January 29 2010, 03:22:18 UTC
A tiny, prudish voice in his mind was screaming at him to push France away-oddly enough it was screaming in an English accent and was spouting rhetoric reminiscent of his early Puritan population. America had been warned since he was small that France was an appalling pervert and would take the least chance he could get to fuck anything that moved. He really should push the lecher away. Really. Except….
America felt tingly and warm from the inside out in a way he hadn’t for years. His senses were overwhelmed, but all of it was a pleasant experience. And France, while undoubtedly bent on sex, felt nice and was being gentle in his sensuous fashion.
America ignored the tiny voice in his head that was panicking at him-he hadn’t listened to England for years now. And anyway, it was 1986. Wasn’t he supposed to have gotten sexually liberated by now? Oh, what the hell…. America liked roses.
He turned his head slightly and met France’s lips.
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America felt tingly and warm from the inside out in a way he hadn’t for years. His senses were overwhelmed, but all of it was a pleasant experience. And France, while undoubtedly bent on sex, felt nice and was being gentle in his sensuous fashion.
America ignored the tiny voice in his head that was panicking at him-he hadn’t listened to England for years now. And anyway, it was 1986. Wasn’t he supposed to have gotten sexually liberated by now?
Oh, what the hell….
America liked roses.
He turned his head slightly and met France’s lips.
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Either way, I like this idea =D
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