That's Just Sick [1/4]
anonymous
April 2 2009, 04:26:10 UTC
This is the first fill in ages I've actually had to get drunk to write. It's so fucking meta. Think of it as my love letter to you, Kink Meme."So
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That's Just Sick [2/4]
anonymous
April 2 2009, 04:30:04 UTC
He cleared his throat and wished he was dead. "Ah--well--there was…if you're counting…do gender bends count?"
"They can," she said kindly.
"Wait--there was something with Ukraine once, I think."
She raised her eyebrows. "What on Earth was the story behind that one?"
"I, ah, can't recall."
"Well," she smiled. He dimly felt that that was good, that at least one of them was smiling, even if it was at his expense. "You can always pretend I'm a man who's been rewritten as a woman, if that makes it easier?"
"You're very sweet," and would you look at that, he could blush harder. "But I don't believe it would help at all
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That's Just Sick [3/4]
anonymous
April 2 2009, 04:35:49 UTC
Her fingertips charted their way hesitantly from his shirt collar to the back of his neck, and curled against him, and he could feel the cool, flat stones of her fingernails against his bare skin. He swallowed against a surge of apprehension, and kissed his way from her cheek to the corner of her jaw. She turned her chin up, to admit him passage there, and that opened the way to the soft hollow below her ear, and the warm channel of her throat. He availed himself to both. Now she exhaled, and her back bowed a little, into him. It wasn't much, but it was a start, and so he slid his hand from her hip to the small of her back. She allowed her arm to fold light across his shoulders. Their bodies grazed together: the tips of her breasts against his chest. He tugged her in a bit closer, and he felt her breath against his cheek
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That's Just Sick [4/4]
anonymous
April 2 2009, 04:38:01 UTC
"I have an idea," she suddenly declared. She grabbed his wrist and yanked him onto the bed. He fell over with an undignified yelp and found himself trapped beneath her, his hips clamped between her thighs, her breasts hanging an inch above his face while she swept his arms up and did something with--oh, that was his tie, wasn't it, and--she'd tied him to the bed? All of a sudden he thought this might, at least, be better than all those pairings with France.
Still, he protested, "Hungary, please, the script--"
"Just says we have to finish with that perversion," she replied, and jammed one of her stockings in his mouth. He coughed. "There's no reason we can't warm up with something a little more to both our tastes, don't you agree?"
He gaped at her. She wound back and slapped him across the face. "You answer me when I ask you a question," she ordered. "Don't you agree, I said
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Re: That's Just Sick [4/4]
anonymous
April 2 2009, 05:31:31 UTC
o.o That's it, I'm hunting down for Ivan's ubiquitous bottle of vodka. And drowning myself in it.
Mostly kidding. I loved the snarky loveliness of it all, the awkwardness mingling with an admirable practicality in both of them. And then you had to turn it around by 180! Good job in perpetuating the kink. ;D
Re: That's Just Sick [4/4]
anonymous
April 2 2009, 06:04:10 UTC
*claps* Great job anon! I loved the sensuality and the awkwardness here, and UK being a gentleman and... just... Hungary at the end! (I was grinning like a moron at the dominance part.) So awesome. x3
Re: That's Just Sick [4/4]
anonymous
April 2 2009, 07:04:17 UTC
Anything with a Hungary on top is auto-WIN. You have just made something that pierced through the heavens and transcended the concept of WIN itself. *SO FUCKING SAVED*
Any pairing.
Go.
Captcha: enjoy semin-
Oh, I will. I certainly WILL.
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*Spits in disgust*
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"They can," she said kindly.
"Wait--there was something with Ukraine once, I think."
She raised her eyebrows. "What on Earth was the story behind that one?"
"I, ah, can't recall."
"Well," she smiled. He dimly felt that that was good, that at least one of them was smiling, even if it was at his expense. "You can always pretend I'm a man who's been rewritten as a woman, if that makes it easier?"
"You're very sweet," and would you look at that, he could blush harder. "But I don't believe it would help at all ( ... )
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Still, he protested, "Hungary, please, the script--"
"Just says we have to finish with that perversion," she replied, and jammed one of her stockings in his mouth. He coughed. "There's no reason we can't warm up with something a little more to both our tastes, don't you agree?"
He gaped at her. She wound back and slapped him across the face. "You answer me when I ask you a question," she ordered. "Don't you agree, I said ( ... )
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Mostly kidding. I loved the snarky loveliness of it all, the awkwardness mingling with an admirable practicality in both of them. And then you had to turn it around by 180! Good job in perpetuating the kink. ;D
ironic reCAPTCHA: "outrage worst"
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A++++ fill, anon. You aced this horrible, wrong request.
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