France/fem!England
anonymous
June 30 2009, 22:32:12 UTC
Something dirty, in a closet, at an international meeting. While I'd prefer for France to be the dominating partner, I don't want England going down without a fight, as it were.
Ma Joli Fille [1]
anonymous
July 3 2009, 03:33:51 UTC
Apologies that this took so long! I only have the first part for you tonight, but hopefully I’ll be able to at least continue, if not finish it tomorrow
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anonymous
July 3 2009, 04:45:02 UTC
Finally! A request and fill of France and fem!England~ Ah, this is looking good! Take your time writer!anon, will gladly wait for the next part! Also, not OP. ^^
So her name's Iggy? Unless it's a short for another name.
Re: Ma Joli Fille [1]
anonymous
July 5 2009, 23:32:53 UTC
Not OP either, but dear God have I been waiting for this to happen. And you did it while including America and his love of horror. If France's fantasies are anything to judge by here, I definitely want to see more~
Ma Joli Fille [2]
anonymous
July 6 2009, 21:07:19 UTC
France does not stand; he slips out of his chair in one elegant movement, he trickles through the crowd of people with slides and twists that even professional dancers would envy. Perhaps he is not as practiced as Italy, or Russia, or even England herself, but ballet came from his land, and his bones know it best.
He forgets the other nations as he ducks through the door to follow England. He stands in the hall for a moment before making an educated guess, turning to head towards the restrooms.
It doesn’t take long to find her, almost at the other end of a hallway. France feels his lips perk smile and picks his stride up as he stalks her.
Engand’s halfway down the other hall when France pounces, three silent steps muffled by carpet. His arms wrap around her midsection and he laughs clear and loud at her shriek.
“Bl-bloody hell, France, get the fuck off me!”
France clucks his tongue and ignores her. “Such language, ma petit,” he murmurs, letting only the delicate wind of his breath ghost over her neck. “It’s hardly becoming
( ... )
Ma Joli Fille [3]
anonymous
July 7 2009, 02:59:43 UTC
Years of practicing the art of romancing has given France the ability to multitask. Even as they smear their mouths together, even if England shoves him up against a wall and grabs his tie to keep him still every ten seconds, he’s keeping an eye out. It has to be somewhere around here…it might be…ah!
“Eng - mm - England, here,” he pants, reaching out with one of his arms and groping along the wall. England just grunts and bites his neck, making him gasp - ever so ladylike of her, as usual.
“England - ah, Angleterre, if we don’t -”
“Don’ care,” she murmurs against his neck. “Let ‘em - let ‘em see, don’ wanna move….”
“Now that’s the covert pervert I know and love,” he murmurs, and ah, there it is. His fingers close over the doorknob as she sputters and glares up at him.
“W-will you shut up, you insufferableFrancis is a master of efficient moves; he proves it once again as he grips her tight around the waist with one arm, pulls the closet door open with the other, and ignores her squawk of surprise as they sweep in. He shuts
( ... )
Ma Joli Fille [4]
anonymous
July 7 2009, 17:40:26 UTC
Everything is going exactly as he planned - and if he’s careful, he’ll see it through to the end. And then…Francis doesn’t allow himself to think that far ahead. He knows he won’t last if he does
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Ma Joli Fille [5/6]
anonymous
July 7 2009, 20:24:04 UTC
France licks his lips, lets his tongue flick between their lips. He sinks down over her mouth as he starts curling his fingers and swallows her moans.
He can’t see her face, so France settles for parting their lips and rubbing his cheek against hers. She pants and sighs into his ear as he plays her, as he lets his thumb take over rubbing at her clit as two other fingers slide down and inside, curving, curling into the warm and wet.
“Do you - do you have…nngh!” England shifts her leg between his, and Francis bites back a moan as she brushes against his cock, hard and twitching against his pants.
“Ah - I’m afraid not,” he breathes back as he picks up his pace.
“It’s not like you - to not plan ahead,” she breathes, then shudders against his body. He loves the way they fit together, the way her arms strain against her tie, the way she kisses and mouths his ear, the skin below it, down his neck.
“You’ll forgive me, darling, but this wasn’t exactly planned.”
“Bullsh - ah right there, yes right thereFrancis recognizes the gentle
( ... )
Ma Joli Fille [6/6]
anonymous
July 7 2009, 20:28:34 UTC
When his mind comes back to him, he remembers the satiny feel beneath his fingers. “Your ribbons,” he murmurs, holding them out to her, wishing he could see her in clear, sharp light.
“O-oh. Thank you.”
“Mm, not at all, ma fille.”
“I-I’m not your damn fillet!”
Silence - then the sound of repressed, hard snickers.
“What?!”
“D-darling, you are adorable, but we shall have to work on your French sometime.”
“Sh-shut up!”
They don’t speak for a few moments more. Then…
“France, what time is it?”
France feels his body chill as he lifts his watch to check the time. “1:28.”
“What time is the meeting?”
“…1:30.”
“Oh, bloody hell,” she hisses, and he yelps as she stands and kicks his leg by accident. He makes quick work of his own pants and underwear, bolting out the door before her.
“Fr - France! Hey, wait, France!”
Halfway down the hall, France stops and turns on his heels.
England runs down the hall to him, cheeks flushed, her blonde hair streaming out behind her. And it’s mesmerizing, really, how lovely she is with her
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Re: Ma Joli Fille [6/6]
anonymous
July 7 2009, 21:51:56 UTC
Not OP but this anon wholly enjoyed it, a damn lot too. =D This is all so many levels of hot! Your characterization of fem!England is still as snarky, sexy and awesome! \o/
Not OP but still loving this
anonymous
July 7 2009, 23:20:15 UTC
I-I usually don't read fem!someone but hell, was this absolutely great. i liked the characterization, and the feelings you put in this, surrounding the plain sex. the part about the ribbons was so terribly cute and just perfect.
thanks for writing and sharing this :3 it was really great :D
Re: Ma Joli Fille [6/6]
anonymous
July 8 2009, 22:35:19 UTC
Thaaank you anon, I really liked it 8DDD <333 Just...a little problem maybe?... I'm french, and, I was surprised to learn that "fille" means "prostitute" too ^^" "Fille" only mean "girl" or "daughter" héhé ^^' and also, about the title: It's "Ma Jolie Fille". There are also a few mistakes: "mon petit chou", "ma petite", aaand I think that's all =w=~
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anonymous
July 8 2009, 23:48:40 UTC
Thaaank you anon, I really liked it 8DDD <333 Just...a little problem maybe?... I'm french, and, I was surprised to learn that "fille" means "prostitute" too ^^" "Fille" only mean "girl" or "daughter" héhé ^^' and also, about the title: It's "Ma Jolie Fille". There are also a few mistakes: "mon petit chou", "ma petite", aaand I think that's all =w=~
Writernon thanks you!
anonymous
July 9 2009, 01:55:15 UTC
Thanks for the corrections! (I google most of my translations because I keep forgetting that we have a post for people who can't language good, and I try to keep my French to an absolute minimum.) And Wiktionary actually said that it was "slang" for prostitute - I just thought it meant "daughter" as well.
Don't ask, just... pretty please?
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So her name's Iggy? Unless it's a short for another name.
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He forgets the other nations as he ducks through the door to follow England. He stands in the hall for a moment before making an educated guess, turning to head towards the restrooms.
It doesn’t take long to find her, almost at the other end of a hallway. France feels his lips perk smile and picks his stride up as he stalks her.
Engand’s halfway down the other hall when France pounces, three silent steps muffled by carpet. His arms wrap around her midsection and he laughs clear and loud at her shriek.
“Bl-bloody hell, France, get the fuck off me!”
France clucks his tongue and ignores her. “Such language, ma petit,” he murmurs, letting only the delicate wind of his breath ghost over her neck. “It’s hardly becoming ( ... )
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recaptcha has been stalking this fill, me thinks: unifies their
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“Eng - mm - England, here,” he pants, reaching out with one of his arms and groping along the wall. England just grunts and bites his neck, making him gasp - ever so ladylike of her, as usual.
“England - ah, Angleterre, if we don’t -”
“Don’ care,” she murmurs against his neck. “Let ‘em - let ‘em see, don’ wanna move….”
“Now that’s the covert pervert I know and love,” he murmurs, and ah, there it is. His fingers close over the doorknob as she sputters and glares up at him.
“W-will you shut up, you insufferableFrancis is a master of efficient moves; he proves it once again as he grips her tight around the waist with one arm, pulls the closet door open with the other, and ignores her squawk of surprise as they sweep in. He shuts ( ... )
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He can’t see her face, so France settles for parting their lips and rubbing his cheek against hers. She pants and sighs into his ear as he plays her, as he lets his thumb take over rubbing at her clit as two other fingers slide down and inside, curving, curling into the warm and wet.
“Do you - do you have…nngh!” England shifts her leg between his, and Francis bites back a moan as she brushes against his cock, hard and twitching against his pants.
“Ah - I’m afraid not,” he breathes back as he picks up his pace.
“It’s not like you - to not plan ahead,” she breathes, then shudders against his body. He loves the way they fit together, the way her arms strain against her tie, the way she kisses and mouths his ear, the skin below it, down his neck.
“You’ll forgive me, darling, but this wasn’t exactly planned.”
“Bullsh - ah right there, yes right thereFrancis recognizes the gentle ( ... )
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“O-oh. Thank you.”
“Mm, not at all, ma fille.”
“I-I’m not your damn fillet!”
Silence - then the sound of repressed, hard snickers.
“What?!”
“D-darling, you are adorable, but we shall have to work on your French sometime.”
“Sh-shut up!”
They don’t speak for a few moments more. Then…
“France, what time is it?”
France feels his body chill as he lifts his watch to check the time. “1:28.”
“What time is the meeting?”
“…1:30.”
“Oh, bloody hell,” she hisses, and he yelps as she stands and kicks his leg by accident. He makes quick work of his own pants and underwear, bolting out the door before her.
“Fr - France! Hey, wait, France!”
Halfway down the hall, France stops and turns on his heels.
England runs down the hall to him, cheeks flushed, her blonde hair streaming out behind her. And it’s mesmerizing, really, how lovely she is with her ( ... )
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LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS!!!
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thanks for writing and sharing this :3 it was really great :D
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Just...a little problem maybe?... I'm french, and, I was surprised to learn that "fille" means "prostitute" too ^^"
"Fille" only mean "girl" or "daughter" héhé ^^'
and also, about the title: It's "Ma Jolie Fille".
There are also a few mistakes: "mon petit chou", "ma petite", aaand I think that's all =w=~
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Just...a little problem maybe?... I'm french, and, I was surprised to learn that "fille" means "prostitute" too ^^"
"Fille" only mean "girl" or "daughter" héhé ^^'
and also, about the title: It's "Ma Jolie Fille".
There are also a few mistakes: "mon petit chou", "ma petite", aaand I think that's all =w=~
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Thanks again!
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