Re: ticking clocks (5/?)
anonymous
July 14 2010, 20:06:09 UTC
A sequel?! Of course I don't mind, dear lord. I am most definitely delighted to see any of your fills. Plus a sequel for a fic this good, its like a giant icing on top of a cake ♥
Re: ticking clocks (5/?)
anonymous
July 14 2010, 21:51:07 UTC
I'll die if this ends sadly. I mean it.
I'd also like to point out that I'm the same as the other repliers; Amsterdam was easily the best USUK fic I have ever read and will always, always be my favorite. Baw, you're so amazing. Stalking this like woah.
Re: ticking clocks (5/?)
anonymous
July 15 2010, 16:54:26 UTC
...Is it because I said I might be ruining it? The following might give something away, so I'm putting it in white font with the option to highlight and read, or not.
Oh man, that's--all I meant was that I was returning them to a struggle after their breakthrough at the end of Amsterdam. Ruining the ending of that story, not ruining them. I will do bittersweet and I will do angst with hope of a future resolution, but this Anon does not do bleak or unhappy endings. So they might not end up with a perfect happy ending, but it will not be sad. I promise.
Anyhow, thank you so much for your encouraging comments! The next part stopped making sense part-way through so I'm rethinking it at the moment, but there should be more by the weekend.
Re: ticking clocks (5/?)
anonymous
July 15 2010, 16:55:47 UTC
Thank you so much! I will do my best not to let you down. The next part took a wrong turn so I'm rethinking it, but I hope to have more by the weekend. ♥
ticking clocks (6/?)
anonymous
July 21 2010, 23:10:20 UTC
Soft...soft, warm and wet, cuts through the haze: the careful flick of a tongue, a wordless whisper of breath cooling the slick left by the tongue-Alfred's tongue
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ticking clocks (7/?)
anonymous
July 22 2010, 18:34:29 UTC
Smiling in the new light, Arthur opens his arms and welcomes Alfred back to him. Their smiles come together as their bodies entwine, remembering touch and taste scent, rediscovering each other
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ticking clocks (8/?)
anonymous
July 22 2010, 19:20:32 UTC
It's lovely, what Alfred's doing. Lovely and loving; so lovely it's become agony, gentle and careful torture. Alfred's licking in one spot now, just below Arthur's cockhead, over and over and over and over, sensitizing him, tongue flicking the sensitized skin, wet and warm tongueflicks, flick, flick, flick, flick...
Arthur strokes Alfred's hair, playing with the forelock, massaging the skin over Alfred's skull in possessive spirals, his fingers slowly curling into a fist as they slide through Alfred's hair. There's nothing but Alfred's soft hair under and through his fingers, Alfred's soft mouth on and around him; nothing but ache, pleasurable ache, pleasurably agonizing ache; nothing but Arthur's harsh breathing, ragged breath catching on pleasure and ache, nothing but jagged pleasure.
And then Alfred whimpers. He angles himself to take Arthur in and Arthur arches against Alfred's mouth, into Alfred's mouth, yes please, Alfred's mouth close around him now and sucking, please thankyou please, heat and suction, slick and hot. Slick
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Re: ticking clocks (9/?)
anonymous
July 22 2010, 21:16:19 UTC
God, I love the way you write. There's the sex, which is amazingly hot, and there's also so much feeling everywhere...I can't really describe how happy it makes me.
Contentment, vibrating from Alfred, infects Arthur. He thinks he could slide back into sleep with Alfred right now. "Alfred." Alfred's hair slides under and through Arthur's fingers as he tilts to look up. When their eyes meet, Arthur murmurs, "Love you."
Alfred's next breath comes out a deep sigh. He doesn't waver when he blinks, swallows. As he rolls to cover Arthur more entirely with himself, he holds the gaze and Arthur knows Alfred loves him more than words can say. Alfred swallows again and Arthur knows Alfred wants to tell him how he loves him. Alfred tells Arthur all the time how he loves him, tells Arthur with his tongue, without words; Alfred has always told him, even when Arthur couldn't hear the wordless love.This is definitely my favorite part because I am a dead sucker for love confessions in any scenario, and this is one of the loveliest ones I've ever
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http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/9482.html?thread=14344970
England confesses his feelings to America while being drunk.Original Fill ( ... )
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I'd also like to point out that I'm the same as the other repliers; Amsterdam was easily the best USUK fic I have ever read and will always, always be my favorite. Baw, you're so amazing. Stalking this like woah.
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Oh man, that's--all I meant was that I was returning them to a struggle after their breakthrough at the end of Amsterdam. Ruining the ending of that story, not ruining them. I will do bittersweet and I will do angst with hope of a future resolution, but this Anon does not do bleak or unhappy endings. So they might not end up with a perfect happy ending, but it will not be sad. I promise.
Anyhow, thank you so much for your encouraging comments! The next part stopped making sense part-way through so I'm rethinking it at the moment, but there should be more by the weekend.
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I really like and admire your writing style. I will happily follow this story no matter where it leads to ♥.
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THAT. HERE. POST. GOD. UHM.
...PANTIES. BRAIN.I NEED NEW ONES.
ILU, bb. I'm SO GLAD YOU CONTINUED THIS.
you know what I think about this. XD
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And my favorite part had to be this
"There." With a simple gesture, he's spun back time, changed day to night
I can read that in so many ways =D
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Arthur strokes Alfred's hair, playing with the forelock, massaging the skin over Alfred's skull in possessive spirals, his fingers slowly curling into a fist as they slide through Alfred's hair. There's nothing but Alfred's soft hair under and through his fingers, Alfred's soft mouth on and around him; nothing but ache, pleasurable ache, pleasurably agonizing ache; nothing but Arthur's harsh breathing, ragged breath catching on pleasure and ache, nothing but jagged pleasure.
And then Alfred whimpers. He angles himself to take Arthur in and Arthur arches against Alfred's mouth, into Alfred's mouth, yes please, Alfred's mouth close around him now and sucking, please thankyou please, heat and suction, slick and hot. Slick ( ... )
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Contentment, vibrating from Alfred, infects Arthur. He thinks he could slide back into sleep with Alfred right now. "Alfred." Alfred's hair slides under and through Arthur's fingers as he tilts to look up. When their eyes meet, Arthur murmurs, "Love you."
Alfred's next breath comes out a deep sigh. He doesn't waver when he blinks, swallows. As he rolls to cover Arthur more entirely with himself, he holds the gaze and Arthur knows Alfred loves him more than words can say. Alfred swallows again and Arthur knows Alfred wants to tell him how he loves him. Alfred tells Arthur all the time how he loves him, tells Arthur with his tongue, without words; Alfred has always told him, even when Arthur couldn't hear the wordless love.This is definitely my favorite part because I am a dead sucker for love confessions in any scenario, and this is one of the loveliest ones I've ever ( ... )
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