finish what you started [3/?]
anonymous
June 24 2009, 06:43:38 UTC
Resumed his own slacked hands, and is determined to not mind at all, the temperature and scent of America in his arms, but then America presses himself back against England, his rear seated against England’s hips- giving the slightest grind against him, once, twice- too many! that- a fish out of water- England had to push him back and voice hoarse- “I’ll teach you another time
( ... )
finish what you started [4/?]
anonymous
June 24 2009, 06:47:09 UTC
“First,” England bends forward, hand at America’s shoulder.
He kisses America’s brow, which the young colony turns into automatically, as if he’s been waiting-
“You-“ England starts, but America finishes, when he rises up into England’s arms, hands clutching at the older’s shoulders and presses, hotly, greedily, frightened- his mouth to England’s mouth, and holds it there, England’s mind racing thinking you’ve never been kissed, you’ve never been kissed aside from those times when he had been just a little younger, when he had just been small and a babe, England had peppered his face with small, brief pecks of kisses, catching his lips now and then- it had caused America to giggle and push England’s face away, with his fat little hands- it tickles! America would tell him, cheeks pink and smile delighted (that England’s affection was his his his and-) England kisses him back, hard. But America’s never kissed like this, with his body surging up to meet, to press against England’s, back bending over the table, trying to breathe, and
( ... )
finish what you started [5/?]
anonymous
June 24 2009, 07:46:19 UTC
The ticking.
England is aware of it now, louder- louder- than yes, hissing from his teeth, “But we- I can’t-“ he looks about the room trying to find something set his eye upon, but he finds there’s nothing he wants to look at but America.
“We all go through this. It’s because you’re young, America.”
The guise of summer and colds is cast to the side and caught at the edge of a long time argument.
“A-and,” swallowing that hard lump in his throat (from the last, from the first time?), England presses his hands against America’s chest, “You feel this way because I’m the only one- I’m the closest to you.”
America looks up at him confused.
“So, if France-“ England flinches, “-or someone else had been here… I’d want to do this with them too?”
England isn’t sure his voice is usable, but at least he mouths yes, and nods. Neck stiff, and fingers digging so hard against America’s flesh he’s worried he’ll leave bruises (but let him let him let him leave bruises!). The high rising panic in his brain, claws its way with the ticking, louder
( ... )
Re: finish what you started [6/?]
anonymous
June 24 2009, 07:48:09 UTC
England’s voice is stuck in his throat, replacing the lump.
“How can I want anyone else but you, England?”
England shakes his head, like he doesn’t know. Hanging, but I drove everyone else from you, so America won’t know. Won’t want. He doesn’t want to know, he can only think that when America smiles, presses even softer kisses to his cheek, to his brow, to the corner of his moist eyes that it is sincere, that it is because he is England and America loves- his voice hitches up out of his throat; the ticking becomes so unbearable in his head, that it feels to combust against the backs of his eyes- “America, America
( ... )
oh-oh my gosh anon that was. . .oh my gosh I felt so much feeling out of that asldksllkadlkslkds that was so awesome. even though this isn't the end the leave off is perfect
Re: finish what you started [6/?]
anonymous
June 24 2009, 15:22:37 UTC
Oh God, your style! It is amazing, and I know I have seen it before...Your way with words is just so brilliant, few people can write in such a movie-like fashion...I think I know who you are, but that doesn't matter, this is amazing! Thank you for writing this!
This was my first request I ever asked on this kink meme. And for it to be filled with such beautiful writing is making me kind of ditzy. Don't apoligize for lack of fluff! This is much, muuuch better than I expected.
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He kisses America’s brow, which the young colony turns into automatically, as if he’s been waiting-
“You-“ England starts, but America finishes, when he rises up into England’s arms, hands clutching at the older’s shoulders and presses, hotly, greedily, frightened- his mouth to England’s mouth, and holds it there, England’s mind racing thinking you’ve never been kissed, you’ve never been kissed aside from those times when he had been just a little younger, when he had just been small and a babe, England had peppered his face with small, brief pecks of kisses, catching his lips now and then- it had caused America to giggle and push England’s face away, with his fat little hands- it tickles! America would tell him, cheeks pink and smile delighted (that England’s affection was his his his and-) England kisses him back, hard. But America’s never kissed like this, with his body surging up to meet, to press against England’s, back bending over the table, trying to breathe, and ( ... )
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Oh fuck.
I LOVE YOU SOOO MUCH AUTHOR!ANON. MUST READ MOREEEEEEE.
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/can't write fluff worth anon's life D:
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England is aware of it now, louder- louder- than yes, hissing from his teeth, “But we- I can’t-“ he looks about the room trying to find something set his eye upon, but he finds there’s nothing he wants to look at but America.
“We all go through this. It’s because you’re young, America.”
The guise of summer and colds is cast to the side and caught at the edge of a long time argument.
“A-and,” swallowing that hard lump in his throat (from the last, from the first time?), England presses his hands against America’s chest, “You feel this way because I’m the only one- I’m the closest to you.”
America looks up at him confused.
“So, if France-“ England flinches, “-or someone else had been here… I’d want to do this with them too?”
England isn’t sure his voice is usable, but at least he mouths yes, and nods. Neck stiff, and fingers digging so hard against America’s flesh he’s worried he’ll leave bruises (but let him let him let him leave bruises!). The high rising panic in his brain, claws its way with the ticking, louder ( ... )
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“How can I want anyone else but you, England?”
England shakes his head, like he doesn’t know. Hanging, but I drove everyone else from you, so America won’t know. Won’t want. He doesn’t want to know, he can only think that when America smiles, presses even softer kisses to his cheek, to his brow, to the corner of his moist eyes that it is sincere, that it is because he is England and America loves- his voice hitches up out of his throat; the ticking becomes so unbearable in his head, that it feels to combust against the backs of his eyes- “America, America ( ... )
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that was. . .oh my gosh I felt so much feeling out of that asldksllkadlkslkds
that was
so awesome. even though this isn't the end the leave off is perfect
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I was just holding my breath, and there's this sickening feeling this will not end well.
(oh please let that not be so. ;_;)
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This! Sitting at the edge reading this! England being so reluctant is killing me~ Then America being so eager, but still so young! Ahhhhhhhhhh~
Anon here is still high-strung from reading this, so I shall press that F5 button for the next update!
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This was my first request I ever asked on this kink meme. And for it to be filled with such beautiful writing is making me kind of ditzy. Don't apoligize for lack of fluff! This is much, muuuch better than I expected.
OP awaits more ;w;
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