Alfred smirked, and then shifted so he could whisper huskily in her ear, "What is it? Come on, baby, tell me."
Still blushing, Lizzie glared at him and pushed on his shoulders so she could glare at him properly. Alfred returned the glare with a bright, clueless grin.
"You prat, you already know!"
"Do I? I'm not quite sure I do. You'll have to clarify."
"Bloody tease," Lizzie grumbled, and then, "Fine."
Alfred grinned, thinking that he won, but soon looked confused when he felt Lizzie take his hand in hers and start guiding it down her body, starting from her neck, down to her chest (which Alfred groped lightly, just to make Lizzie more flustered), her abdomen, and then ending at the hem of her skirt. As both teenagers gulped lightly, Lizzie placed Alfred's hand on her thigh and then guided it up her skirt and into her underwear, causing his fingers to brush against...
A blush flooded his face. Oh.Lizzie wrapped her other arm tighter around his neck and rested her chin on his shoulder, her head turned so she was now breathing
( ... )
Alfred groaned against Lizzie’s lips as he eagerly ran his hands up her thighs, caressing the taut, heated skin that had been teasing him for God knew how long, possibly even before this weird “Lizzie dreams” phase of his. But even those sexy, sometimes borderline sordid dreams-along with the guilt they brought-didn’t matter to him now. Because as Alfred pried her lips open to deepen the kiss, all he could think about was Lizzie, and everything about her; how strong she managed to be, despite being so tiny; how she adorable she was when she blushed, even if it was out of anger; how she smiled when she thought no one (especially him) was looking; how she smelled (even though he’d always make fun of that perfume she wore, because, well, he was Alfred); how warm she was in his arms; how she tasted…
Wait. He focused on the taste on his tongue, the taste of sweet yet burning alcohol, and his stomach plummeted.
Hey, don’t tell me you’re actually gonna…? That voice in his head again. (I’m starting to think I’ve really gone crazy…) Don’t
( ... )
The enraged girl then stepped up to him and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him up slightly so that their faces were millimeters from each other, Elizabeth glaring down at him, while Alfred looked up at her with a stunned look.
“You selfish git,” she hissed, “Do you have any idea what these past few weeks have been like for me?”
He blinked. “Past few weeks…?”
“Dreams of you, every night-doing things to me that are so bloody wonderful I sometimes woke up crying.”
Alfred’s eyes widened even more, just as his cheeks flushed. Wait…what?!
“Though the dreams in the beginning were rather…scandalous,” Lizzie smirked when she saw his cheeks redden more and continued, “The recent ones have been nothing but pure, lovemaking bliss-and the bloody things haven’t stoppedHer eyes darkened and her smirk widened, and just looking at that hungry look caused Alfred’s throat to dry
( ... )
He blinked at her, feeling his chest pang slightly. “…Is that really what you thought?”
“I suspected so.” She shrugged nonchalantly. “I mean, it’s what any guy would have done in your position-”
“Do you really think that low of me?”
This time Lizzie blinked, and as she stared at Alfred, she noticed how hurt he looked. A lump formed in her throat, and she averted her eyes awkwardly. “W-well, I-”
Alfred grabbed her shoulders, coaxing her to look at him; she was shocked to see the anger in those beautiful blue eyes.
“Do you have any idea what these past few weeks have been like for me?” He mirrored her previous question, squeezing her shoulders slightly.
Lizzie was almost going to say that she did know, because of the Fae’s weird pollen, but she was immediately interrupted.
“It’s been hell, and not just because of my dreams of fucking you senseless!” He ignored her blush as his eyes hardened. “Because let me tell you a little secret, Miss Kirkland: I could have already taken you at anytime, anywhere during these few weeks-and you
( ... )
With that said Lizzie sat back on his thighs and swiftly took off her sweater. When she noticed how red Alfred got, she smirked and, moving more slowly, rolled down the straps of her plaid jumper before she removed the small bow tie on her collar. Then Lizzie started to unbutton her shirt at a teasing pace as the boy’s mouth gaped open. She bit her bottom lip coyly, once again enjoying his reactions, while also reveling in the heated sensations pulsing through her body
( ... )
Oh, fuck. She’s really serious. He swallowed, feeling slightly nervous, though mostly anticipation.
Lizzie sat back down on him, but this time with her back facing him. She looked at him over her shoulder and blinked.
“Remove my bra,” she demanded softly.
Alfred quirked an eyebrow wryly, despite the way her order aroused him. (Once again, this should NOT get me hot!……Oh, but it is…shit.)
“How am I supposed to do that with my hands behind my back?”
“Use your mouth.”
Lizzie turned back around and leaned forward to make the access easier for him. Feeling his blood roaring in his ears, Alfred leaned down until his mouth came in contact with the bra snap. He paused in his movements, allowing his senses to savor Lizzie’s presence. Then, smirking mischievously, he kissed the smooth skin surrounding the cloth, making sure to graze his teeth against the heated flesh.
“Ah!” The British girl gasped and arched her back, shuddering at the sensations.
Huh, so she’s sensitive there. Interesting, Alfred chuckled to himself, but then choked
( ... )
As she bobbed her head a little, Lizzie put one hand on his hip to hold him down, while her other hand stroked him from the shuddering, twitching base. There was no way she was going to swallow him whole (she really didn’t have the nerve), but that didn’t mean that she couldn’t give him a little taste of pleasure before it really began
( ... )
.....this is just starting to get really hot again, and you stop? Such a tease, author!anon XD
Anyway, I'm glad this is continuing again. I had been afraid it had been abandoned. And I'm pleased with your America!hero!values. Drunk is no way to do it. Except, of course, England thinks otherwise.
Shit. I usually avoid gender-bent fic like the plague. But this? This story is hot. I love how America and England are in this story. The underlying tension and hotness between the two is so very hot.
Once again, he felt that irresistible urge to touch her. Unfortunately for Alfred, the mysterious grip on his hands still refused to yield, despite his squirms. So, with little irritation, he realized that he would just have to compromise
( ... )
Afterwards, Lizzie lay flush on top of Alfred, shuddering and panting harshly against his shoulder, as the bonds holding his wrists hostage disappeared as mysteriously as they reappeared. For a good few minutes, his arms were limp at his sides, and they remained that way until Alfred regained some semblance of a proper breathing pattern.
Alfred stared up at his ceiling and couldn’t help but smile. “Wow.”
“…How very articulate of you.” Nice to know that, despite everything, Lizzie never lost that dry tone.
He glanced at her and raised an eyebrow, though he couldn’t see her expression (her face was still buried on his shoulder). “Are you always this wild when you’re drunk?”
“Actually, believe it or not, I think I’m becoming sober.”
“Really? How can you tell?”
“Because I just realized that I lost my virginity…on a sodding couchAlfred blinked at the distaste in Lizzie’s tone, and he imagined that she was scowling deeply as one of her thick eyebrows twitched. The image caused him to let out an almost breathless laugh, and he
( ... )
I was just checking to see if this fill was updated today (doesn't check the fill page regularly) and when I saw the massive updates, I squealed. I love how Alfred and Lizzie play off each other. Now that Alfred has the use of his arms, omg is that going to be super hot love dominant!Alfred.
Epilogue: 1/?
anonymous
February 3 2011, 03:09:28 UTC
To everyone who wanted dom!America: Please don't hate me. TxT There's an omake, though, if you really want to see him in action.
Epilogue:When Alfred F. Jones woke up in his bed the next morning, it was to the sight of a certain Elizabeth Kirkland sleeping soundly beside him. For a few moments he just blinked, his mind slowly catching up with his situation-and then his eyes widened
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Still blushing, Lizzie glared at him and pushed on his shoulders so she could glare at him properly. Alfred returned the glare with a bright, clueless grin.
"You prat, you already know!"
"Do I? I'm not quite sure I do. You'll have to clarify."
"Bloody tease," Lizzie grumbled, and then, "Fine."
Alfred grinned, thinking that he won, but soon looked confused when he felt Lizzie take his hand in hers and start guiding it down her body, starting from her neck, down to her chest (which Alfred groped lightly, just to make Lizzie more flustered), her abdomen, and then ending at the hem of her skirt. As both teenagers gulped lightly, Lizzie placed Alfred's hand on her thigh and then guided it up her skirt and into her underwear, causing his fingers to brush against...
A blush flooded his face. Oh.Lizzie wrapped her other arm tighter around his neck and rested her chin on his shoulder, her head turned so she was now breathing ( ... )
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Wait. He focused on the taste on his tongue, the taste of sweet yet burning alcohol, and his stomach plummeted.
Hey, don’t tell me you’re actually gonna…? That voice in his head again. (I’m starting to think I’ve really gone crazy…) Don’t ( ... )
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“You selfish git,” she hissed, “Do you have any idea what these past few weeks have been like for me?”
He blinked. “Past few weeks…?”
“Dreams of you, every night-doing things to me that are so bloody wonderful I sometimes woke up crying.”
Alfred’s eyes widened even more, just as his cheeks flushed. Wait…what?!
“Though the dreams in the beginning were rather…scandalous,” Lizzie smirked when she saw his cheeks redden more and continued, “The recent ones have been nothing but pure, lovemaking bliss-and the bloody things haven’t stoppedHer eyes darkened and her smirk widened, and just looking at that hungry look caused Alfred’s throat to dry ( ... )
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“I suspected so.” She shrugged nonchalantly. “I mean, it’s what any guy would have done in your position-”
“Do you really think that low of me?”
This time Lizzie blinked, and as she stared at Alfred, she noticed how hurt he looked. A lump formed in her throat, and she averted her eyes awkwardly. “W-well, I-”
Alfred grabbed her shoulders, coaxing her to look at him; she was shocked to see the anger in those beautiful blue eyes.
“Do you have any idea what these past few weeks have been like for me?” He mirrored her previous question, squeezing her shoulders slightly.
Lizzie was almost going to say that she did know, because of the Fae’s weird pollen, but she was immediately interrupted.
“It’s been hell, and not just because of my dreams of fucking you senseless!” He ignored her blush as his eyes hardened. “Because let me tell you a little secret, Miss Kirkland: I could have already taken you at anytime, anywhere during these few weeks-and you ( ... )
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Lizzie sat back down on him, but this time with her back facing him. She looked at him over her shoulder and blinked.
“Remove my bra,” she demanded softly.
Alfred quirked an eyebrow wryly, despite the way her order aroused him. (Once again, this should NOT get me hot!……Oh, but it is…shit.)
“How am I supposed to do that with my hands behind my back?”
“Use your mouth.”
Lizzie turned back around and leaned forward to make the access easier for him. Feeling his blood roaring in his ears, Alfred leaned down until his mouth came in contact with the bra snap. He paused in his movements, allowing his senses to savor Lizzie’s presence. Then, smirking mischievously, he kissed the smooth skin surrounding the cloth, making sure to graze his teeth against the heated flesh.
“Ah!” The British girl gasped and arched her back, shuddering at the sensations.
Huh, so she’s sensitive there. Interesting, Alfred chuckled to himself, but then choked ( ... )
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Anyway, I'm glad this is continuing again. I had been afraid it had been abandoned. And I'm pleased with your America!hero!values. Drunk is no way to do it. Except, of course, England thinks otherwise.
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Afterwards, Lizzie lay flush on top of Alfred, shuddering and panting harshly against his shoulder, as the bonds holding his wrists hostage disappeared as mysteriously as they reappeared. For a good few minutes, his arms were limp at his sides, and they remained that way until Alfred regained some semblance of a proper breathing pattern.
Alfred stared up at his ceiling and couldn’t help but smile. “Wow.”
“…How very articulate of you.” Nice to know that, despite everything, Lizzie never lost that dry tone.
He glanced at her and raised an eyebrow, though he couldn’t see her expression (her face was still buried on his shoulder). “Are you always this wild when you’re drunk?”
“Actually, believe it or not, I think I’m becoming sober.”
“Really? How can you tell?”
“Because I just realized that I lost my virginity…on a sodding couchAlfred blinked at the distaste in Lizzie’s tone, and he imagined that she was scowling deeply as one of her thick eyebrows twitched. The image caused him to let out an almost breathless laugh, and he ( ... )
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Please update soon!
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Epilogue:When Alfred F. Jones woke up in his bed the next morning, it was to the sight of a certain Elizabeth Kirkland sleeping soundly beside him. For a few moments he just blinked, his mind slowly catching up with his situation-and then his eyes widened ( ... )
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