Prussia, Gilbert Beilschmidt, Germanic ambassador to Baron, is not quite sure how he has somehow ended up with the Queen of Baron in his bed. He may be great, he may be awesome, but even he will admit (at least to himself) that things like this never happen to him
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Despite being a queen, who's life has been nothing but the careful science of politics and high-brow meetings with silver-tongued nobles, Cecil has no special talent for words, let alone for spinning her emotions into pretty poetry. She may not be able to really explain to him or to anyone else why it is that Gilbert's brash attitude and loud demeanor captured her heart, when nobody would predict them to, but she knows that the conviction of her affections is nothing to be trifled with. It's real and it's powerful and she recognizes the facets of his character that are special to her in spite of how she cannot really say why
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He watches her wake up slowly and he's reminded of Sleeping Beauty, waking up from a deep sleep of a hundred years by a Prince's kiss. The thought makes him smirk ruefully, finding the thought amusing. He's no prince, but she decides to wake for him. Isn't that just the damndest thing? That's a fairy tale for you.
It's not quite morning yet, the sun not so high up in the sky yet for it to be called so. It's still a bit dark here in his room and if he can help it, it would always be. As an albino, he's very sensitive to sunlight and he tries to avoid it as much as he can. But he does like the sun's warmth and morning sunlight is the kind he likes best. Plus he's usually an early riser; the early hour doesn't bother him in the least.
He meets her gaze and just says nothing for now. Words don't seem to be important at the moment. He's here curled up beside her after a night together and that seems enough until she says otherwise.
Indeed, Cecil seems to silently agree with him on the matter of words, as she only continues to beam up at him for a long time. As she does, she lifts a hand to her eyes, rubbing the remnants of sleep from them using only one slim, pale finger. With how daintily she tends to move in quiet moments like this, it must be difficult to guess she ever saw war, let alone served as a knight to the kingdom that she now governs as its monarchy.
The gesture makes his lips lift into what could almost be a smile. The expression is more obvious in his eyes, how they soften in the dim light of the morning shining in through his half-open windows. He leans and lightly presses a kiss to her temple and utters a content sigh. Warm and relaxed under the covers with her beside him, this morning is probably the best ones in recent memory.
The kiss causes the white queen to close her eyes again and her smile breaks into a grin. She raises her hands to his biceps, stroking slowly as she lets out her own low hum of happiness. Cecil doesn't let him get very far from her even afterwards; she keeps her hands on him and sits up, obviously indifferent to the sheets that fall away from her while she rearranges herself so she drapes over Prussia. She kisses his ear, then nuzzles her face into the warmth of his neck, just beneath his jaw.
"...Good morning, dear one," she whispers softly, gently beginning to run her fingers over his shoulders and chest with tenderness.
That endearment. He practically tingles when she calls him that. He's never really gotten called a pet name before and while he may scoff and sneer at pet names before, he doesn't quite mind that one. Probably because she means them and well, she has a way of saying things that just convinces you that it's all true.
He lets Cecil settle him back onto the bed, watching her as she hovers over him and showers him with more affection. With her as bare as she is from the waist up, Prussia's unable to resist reaching to touch her. He almost purrs as he runs his hands up her bare back. He couldn't resist another kiss, this time against her throat.
He moans back as she wiggles over him, hips instinctively arching up for more contact. It's still early morning and they have definitely spent the night doing things related to this but it looks like they're not quite done. His fingers get tangled in her hair as she leans to kiss over his chest, making him arch more against her, crimson eyes narrowing slightly as he watches her.
As his hands become buried in her hair and she feels his body respond to hers, Cecil begins to think she'll never quite be done with him. She raises her eyes to his and a shiver rattles its way down her spine at the way he looks at her. The white queen delivers one last, slow kiss to his chest, over his heart, then she leans up and bumps her forehead against his softly in a tender expression of her feelings for him, her fingers lazily playing in his platinum locks, merely enjoying their smoothness.
"What do you want to do today?" she asks, stilling the movements of her hips with a bit of concentration to consciously stop teasing both him and herself. She won't protest one little bit if he decides he wants to have her again. "Did you sleep well?"
Lidded crimson eyes follow Cecil's progress, his head tilting a little just as she leans up and comes face to face with him. They close and he sighs when her fingers slip into his hair. She asks him some questions and he's a bit too distracted by the feel of her to pick it up right away.
"I did..." He answers a bit distractedly after a moment before he leans and kisses along her jaw and throat again. His hands have fallen low down her back just as he starts moving up against her again, groaning at the delicious friction that causes. She can't expect him not to want to continue when she teases him like that.
The more Prussia makes his growing needs obvious, the more Cecil feels inclined to indulge him. However, her eyes shine with a bit of mischief as he turns to kissing her skin again and she resists the urge to give in right away. His rutting against her makes her sigh and moan softly, arousal blossoming through her body. For a while, she lets him go on, even going so far as to raise her knee to his hip, allowing him to move closer to her entrance.
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It's not quite morning yet, the sun not so high up in the sky yet for it to be called so. It's still a bit dark here in his room and if he can help it, it would always be. As an albino, he's very sensitive to sunlight and he tries to avoid it as much as he can. But he does like the sun's warmth and morning sunlight is the kind he likes best. Plus he's usually an early riser; the early hour doesn't bother him in the least.
He meets her gaze and just says nothing for now. Words don't seem to be important at the moment. He's here curled up beside her after a night together and that seems enough until she says otherwise.
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"...Good morning, dear one," she whispers softly, gently beginning to run her fingers over his shoulders and chest with tenderness.
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He lets Cecil settle him back onto the bed, watching her as she hovers over him and showers him with more affection. With her as bare as she is from the waist up, Prussia's unable to resist reaching to touch her. He almost purrs as he runs his hands up her bare back. He couldn't resist another kiss, this time against her throat.
"Good morning, liebling..."
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"What do you want to do today?" she asks, stilling the movements of her hips with a bit of concentration to consciously stop teasing both him and herself. She won't protest one little bit if he decides he wants to have her again. "Did you sleep well?"
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"I did..." He answers a bit distractedly after a moment before he leans and kisses along her jaw and throat again. His hands have fallen low down her back just as he starts moving up against her again, groaning at the delicious friction that causes. She can't expect him not to want to continue when she teases him like that.
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