Here Comes the Sun.
Title: Here Comes the Sun
Author/Artist: yup.
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Finland, Norway
Rating: G
Warnings: Genderbent Finland and Norway.
Summary: They're just enjoying a lovely, sunny day outside on Finland's back yard. ;)
Here Comes the Sun
Freckles, she thinks absentmindedly. I'm probably getting freckles sitting out here. It's a pleasant thought and feels like summer, she decides and leans her back against the tree that's been shading her for the past hour. A pair of shoes lies forlornly on one side in the grass and the books she meant to read have been sitting on the blanket unopened for a long time. She picks up a drinking bottle, one of those handy ones with a nozzle top: you can turn the bottle upside-down and it won't spill unless you give it a squeeze. The top can be closed by pushing down the top and then popped open again. She toys with the cork lazily for a while out of simple, pleasant boredom. The midday sun filtering through the leaves is sweet on her bare arms. Finland yawns and stretches her toes, then her ankles. There's no hurry in the world and no obligations for the day, just sunshine, a bumblebee buzzing in a nearby rose hedge and a breeze so gentle it hardly lifts her clothes as it passes by. Finland closes her eyes.
She opens them again. For a while she thinks no time has passed but then she sees how the shadows are now different, shifted ever so slightly, and makes a guess of having perhaps dozed off for an hour or so. Norway's sitting next to her now, matter-of-fact like that's exactly what she's supposed to be doing, like it's her place in the world instead of Finland's stripy red and white blanket. But that's not actually the reason for Finland's surprise because that's the way Norway is and has always been.
“Um. Your blouse is unbuttoned.”
“Observant, aren't you.”
“I mean - is that really ok? What if someone comes and sees you?”
“They'd not see more than my bra. Strange though, I never thought you to be shy about undressing in public.”
“Sauna is different and you know it. Being naked is normal. You're just undressed.”
Now Norway looks at her sideways and sweeps her hair up at the neck, pinning it up between the tree and the back of her head.
“They get so sweaty when it's warm.”
Finland can easily believe it. Norway's breasts are large and even with a sturdy bra they must be making her life very uncomfortable during the hot time of the year. She picks up the water bottle, offering it silently to her and Norway accepts it without a word.
A little too late Finland remembers she probably left the cork open but by that time it is, indeed, too late. For a moment they both quietly watch the water run down Norway's chest, small trickles gathering at the cleavage. Then Norway breathes out and Finland breathes out as well, as if she were depending on Norway to do it first and before she can summon up enough words for an apology Norway puts the bottle down, grabs her wrists and forces them behind her back. She picks up the bottle again, plops it down her collar and waits for a moment, smiling a little too happily as Finland is screaming her protests. She presses the side of the bottle hard.
The water has stayed cold lying in the shade and on the cool grass. It hits the top of her belly first, flooding down her sides, dampness quickly spreading all around. Finland's screams finally turn into words while she wrenches herself free and tries to pull her wet dress away from sticking to her skin, giving Norway a steady flow of obscenities.
She doesn't seem to mind it very much, perhaps she, too, is now thinking that this is Finland and that this is who and how she is. She grabs the hem of Finland's dress and pulls it over her head and off her and Finland cooperates as well as she can. Laughter seeps in through her words and eventually they both stare giggling at each other for a while and then as if by common agreement drag the blanket out in the sunlight. The day is even warmer now, Finland thinks as she opens the hooks of Norway's bra. After a moment of hesitation she strips off her underwear as well. It really is a lovely day and it's unlikely anyone would interfere here in the privacy of her own garden.
Although it would be annoying if she were to get freckles on her butt...
Author/Artist: yup.
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Finland, Norway
Rating: G
Warnings: Genderbent Finland and Norway.
Summary: They're just enjoying a lovely, sunny day outside on Finland's back yard. ;)
Here Comes the Sun
Freckles, she thinks absentmindedly. I'm probably getting freckles sitting out here. It's a pleasant thought and feels like summer, she decides and leans her back against the tree that's been shading her for the past hour. A pair of shoes lies forlornly on one side in the grass and the books she meant to read have been sitting on the blanket unopened for a long time. She picks up a drinking bottle, one of those handy ones with a nozzle top: you can turn the bottle upside-down and it won't spill unless you give it a squeeze. The top can be closed by pushing down the top and then popped open again. She toys with the cork lazily for a while out of simple, pleasant boredom. The midday sun filtering through the leaves is sweet on her bare arms. Finland yawns and stretches her toes, then her ankles. There's no hurry in the world and no obligations for the day, just sunshine, a bumblebee buzzing in a nearby rose hedge and a breeze so gentle it hardly lifts her clothes as it passes by. Finland closes her eyes.
She opens them again. For a while she thinks no time has passed but then she sees how the shadows are now different, shifted ever so slightly, and makes a guess of having perhaps dozed off for an hour or so. Norway's sitting next to her now, matter-of-fact like that's exactly what she's supposed to be doing, like it's her place in the world instead of Finland's stripy red and white blanket. But that's not actually the reason for Finland's surprise because that's the way Norway is and has always been.
“Um. Your blouse is unbuttoned.”
“Observant, aren't you.”
“I mean - is that really ok? What if someone comes and sees you?”
“They'd not see more than my bra. Strange though, I never thought you to be shy about undressing in public.”
“Sauna is different and you know it. Being naked is normal. You're just undressed.”
Now Norway looks at her sideways and sweeps her hair up at the neck, pinning it up between the tree and the back of her head.
“They get so sweaty when it's warm.”
Finland can easily believe it. Norway's breasts are large and even with a sturdy bra they must be making her life very uncomfortable during the hot time of the year. She picks up the water bottle, offering it silently to her and Norway accepts it without a word.
A little too late Finland remembers she probably left the cork open but by that time it is, indeed, too late. For a moment they both quietly watch the water run down Norway's chest, small trickles gathering at the cleavage. Then Norway breathes out and Finland breathes out as well, as if she were depending on Norway to do it first and before she can summon up enough words for an apology Norway puts the bottle down, grabs her wrists and forces them behind her back. She picks up the bottle again, plops it down her collar and waits for a moment, smiling a little too happily as Finland is screaming her protests. She presses the side of the bottle hard.
The water has stayed cold lying in the shade and on the cool grass. It hits the top of her belly first, flooding down her sides, dampness quickly spreading all around. Finland's screams finally turn into words while she wrenches herself free and tries to pull her wet dress away from sticking to her skin, giving Norway a steady flow of obscenities.
She doesn't seem to mind it very much, perhaps she, too, is now thinking that this is Finland and that this is who and how she is. She grabs the hem of Finland's dress and pulls it over her head and off her and Finland cooperates as well as she can. Laughter seeps in through her words and eventually they both stare giggling at each other for a while and then as if by common agreement drag the blanket out in the sunlight. The day is even warmer now, Finland thinks as she opens the hooks of Norway's bra. After a moment of hesitation she strips off her underwear as well. It really is a lovely day and it's unlikely anyone would interfere here in the privacy of her own garden.
Although it would be annoying if she were to get freckles on her butt...