With Clean Motive: prologue
anonymous
May 25 2009, 04:19:10 UTC
Short prologue is short. Author anon apologizes. The parts to follow are more likely to be longer.
It had been their first night together since Finland had gained his independence from Russia. Years ago he had forgotten the scent of Sweden; every trace of him was gone from the thin pillows he was given in Russia's house. Lying in this bed... their bed... folded protectively in the arms of his husband, he was once more able to take it in; Sweden's scent.
The smell of clean linen and fresh air of his shirt; the dark, masculine musk of his throat; the light hint of soap and pine in his hair. Finland snuggled closer, letting the seductive scent of Sweden drown his senses.
Russia's wounds still lingered, but once they had faded Finland was certain that he would no longer fear the look in Sweden's eyes when he gazed at his bruised and beaten body.
And when that day came, Finland decided, he would definitely bathe with Sweden.
With Clean Motive, 1/3
anonymous
June 4 2009, 17:48:25 UTC
Delayed update is delayed. Will be more diligent about that in the future.The first day of the 2009 World Meeting had ended like most others; Finland inputting little and Sweden even less. It was dark by the time they exited the building for a late dinner, and when they returned to the hotel for bed only America and England were congregated in the main foyer: America, the bundle of never-ending energy; England on a completely different timezone. Finland interrupted their bickering with a goodnight, and he and Sweden made their way to their room
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Re: With Clean Motive, 1/3
anonymous
June 5 2009, 20:08:27 UTC
OHMYGOSHOHMYGOSHOHMYGOSH I AM LOOKING FORWARD TO YOU UPDATING THIS LIKE BURNING. I LOVE YOU SO FREAKIN' MUCH, WRITERANON. Sweden in a suit = dies of hotness. Srsly.
With Clean Motive, 2/3
anonymous
July 1 2010, 13:32:46 UTC
You guys have been so so sweet, and it's been what, a year? Good gravy. I'm a terrible anon... I shall remedy this immediately, y/y?
reCAPTCHA: long-sought bloodied. But CAPTCHA, I have so much life left to live! I'm updating now, I promise!"'Course," Sweden replied, straightening a bit and holding out his hand so as not to allow his 'wife' to take a nasty fall on the slippery bathtub floor. Smiling softly, an attractive flush in his cheeks, Finland accepted the hand and stepped into the bath, rewarding Sweden's thoughtfulness by casually allowing his pert backside to slide down Sweden's torso. He settled his back against the chiseled front of his lover, perched fittingly between his thick muscled thighs, and resumed the poor, thinly-veiled excuse for joining Sweden in the tub by sliding down into the water, his blond locks swaying about under the water as he smiled up at Sweden before finding purchase on Sweden's convenient knees and slowly pushing himself back up that much-loved, solid body
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fanarts preferred, but fics are love too
kink: sex in the bathtub
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It had been their first night together since Finland had gained his independence from Russia. Years ago he had forgotten the scent of Sweden; every trace of him was gone from the thin pillows he was given in Russia's house. Lying in this bed... their bed... folded protectively in the arms of his husband, he was once more able to take it in; Sweden's scent.
The smell of clean linen and fresh air of his shirt; the dark, masculine musk of his throat; the light hint of soap and pine in his hair. Finland snuggled closer, letting the seductive scent of Sweden drown his senses.
Russia's wounds still lingered, but once they had faded Finland was certain that he would no longer fear the look in Sweden's eyes when he gazed at his bruised and beaten body.
And when that day came, Finland decided, he would definitely bathe with Sweden.
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And dude, I don't know if there's such a thing as a smell kink, but you definitely hit that with the way you described Sweden's scent. *bluuuush*
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"surprise almost made evident by his facial features"
I love you, writer!anon.
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I can't wait for the next part anon....!
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reCaptcha agrees: goners other.
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reCAPTCHA: long-sought bloodied. But CAPTCHA, I have so much life left to live! I'm updating now, I promise!"'Course," Sweden replied, straightening a bit and holding out his hand so as not to allow his 'wife' to take a nasty fall on the slippery bathtub floor. Smiling softly, an attractive flush in his cheeks, Finland accepted the hand and stepped into the bath, rewarding Sweden's thoughtfulness by casually allowing his pert backside to slide down Sweden's torso. He settled his back against the chiseled front of his lover, perched fittingly between his thick muscled thighs, and resumed the poor, thinly-veiled excuse for joining Sweden in the tub by sliding down into the water, his blond locks swaying about under the water as he smiled up at Sweden before finding purchase on Sweden's convenient knees and slowly pushing himself back up that much-loved, solid body ( ... )
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ahem, keep going anon.
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Please continue!!
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