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Friday, December 19, 2014

A Spain Lemon -- Like Birds We Scatter

Character: Spain

Fandom: Hetalia

OC: [Name]

Inspiration: Ice skating


You’ve forgotten whose idea it was.  Ice skating has always been such a terrible sport for the uncoordinated.  The day might have been salvaged had at least one of you possessed any basic knowledge of skating but of course this was too much to ask for.
“Dios mío, I’m freezing,” [1] Antonio mutters as he steps inside.  You hurry after him, eager for the warmth of the house.  The relief you feel when you kick your icy boots off is palpable.  When you go to take off your coat, Antonio is already behind you to help.  You never tire of his Old World manners, and when he goes to wrap his arms around your waist, you sigh.
“You are cold,” you tell him, glancing behind your shoulder at him.  He gives you the cheeky smile he’s so good at procuring and shrugs.  The movement travels across your form.
“Feel my hands,” he says, as if trying to prove that he really is freezing to death.  His fingers curl around yours and you nearly flinch at the icy feel of them.  Spain really doesn’t fare well in the cold.  A warm, prosperous summer country like him has absolutely no resilience to snow.  You turn in his arms and frown up at him.  His lips aren’t blue.  That’s good, at least.
“Maybe you should go take a hot shower and warm yourself up,” you suggest, tilting your head.  A fire would also help.  A warm dinner.  The list goes on and you are suddenly eager to make the evening as relaxing as possible for him.  But he only smiles, leans in, and rather randomly kisses your cheek.  His lips are like solid chunks of ice.
You cringe but laugh, because now he’s playfully kissing your jaw and your neck and it’s rather nice, the feel of those cold lips.  It makes you shiver, but it also makes a delightful sort of heat pool within you as well.  The feeling is so typical of Antonio that you sigh and snuggle closer, content even though being so near to him makes you cold, too.  There is only one real cure for warming this chill.  You think he knows it, too.
His fingers cup your face and suddenly his mouth is lingering inches from yours.  The distance seems so far and unconquerable.  You lock your eyes with his and press closer, gripping his sweater with desperate fists.  To say that you want his kiss would be a deplorable understatement.  In this moment, you doubt you’ve ever wanted anything more fiercely in your life.
The first brush of his mouth is sweet, barely there, and gentle.  It is the outer layer of him, the part everyone sees, the emotions people expect of him.  It’s pleasant but not nearly fiery enough, and the second his mouth tucks closer to yours you feel the heady sense of passion blistering through you.  His fingers tremble as he brings you closer.  His lips burn against yours. 
You kiss him back with everything you are.  Your hands smooth down his chest and curl around him, lingering and clutching at his back.  When you press yourself into him closer, the sudden sharpness of his passion presses back and you gasp.  The sound makes Antonio crazy, in a lustful, dominant way, and you gasp again when he bites your bottom lip and drags his tongue over the stinging flesh.
It isn’t enough, it never is, and while you could stand there and kiss this man for the entire evening and never tire, there are other things you’d like to do as well.  Other battles you’d like to win, too.  So you kiss him again then you slowly pull away, enjoying the way his lips follow you back until the last minute.  Oh yes, this is one battle you’ll very much like to win.
You gently push him back, stepping away from him.  His dark eyes are a lustful mix of predator and prey as he watches you, wondering what you’re planning.  He straightens his back and stuffs his hands into his pockets, turning to face you.  The way you’re smiling has him on edge. 
He knows you’re about to do something that will make him crazy, but nothing can prepare him for the way your fingers curl around the hem of your shirt as you lift it off.  Your body arches back as the shirt is stripped away and suddenly all Antonio can think about is kissing over that stomach, worshipping your skin, marking you as eternally his.
Mi amor…” [2] he whispers, stepping closer.  But you merely step back, give him that flirty smile, and turn to the fireplace.  “Get a blanket, would you?” you ask him as you start a fire.  For a moment, there is only silence.  But then Antonio chuckles that dark, as you wish chuckle and patters off to do your bidding.  When he returns, it is with a thick quilt that he quickly spreads on the ground.
You can feel him watching you, but he doesn’t reach out for you and you don’t look at him.  There is a thin barrier between you that you have cultivated, and it will prove useful for the time being.  When the fire begins to catch on and warmth starts spreading through the room, you finally turn to him.  He is sitting on the quilt, leaning back on his arms, staring at you with those delightfully dark eyes of his.  They smolder through the air and force shivers down your spine.
Slowly, you crawl to him, put your hands on his chest, push him back.  “Lie down,” you whisper, and the hoarse way your voice lilts with passion has him obeying, if only to hear more of those orders.  He’s never cared much for being submissive but there is just something so precarious about it now. 
He lies down and you straddle him.  Silence serenades you.  The only sound is the faint crackling of the fire.  The fire, which dances over his features and seems to make his desire stand out so brilliantly.  You smile at him and look down at the rest of his body.  His jeans are bulging and you know he is probably trying very hard not to reach out for you.
“Touch me,” he tells you, sounding oddly calm.  He slowly takes your hands and draws them to his chest, openly inviting your touch.  The action has you swallowing back a ruthless wave of warm tenderness and you cheekily murmur, “Well, if you insist…”  Moments later, his sweater is on the other side of the room and you’re hovering closer, gently kissing his skin and tracing every muscle.
“Mmm, Cariño, [2] you know that’s not what I meant…” he chuckles.  His fingers curl around your wrists and push them lower, lower, until they’re brushing against the stiffness in his jeans.  For someone whose supposed to be acting submissive, Antonio certainly is being pushy.  But you don’t mind.  You merely tip your head back and give him a playful squeeze, watching the way his eyes flutter closed.  The soft little moan that spills from his lips leaves you aching in the most delightful way, and you decide to kill two birds with one stone.
You replace your hands with your hips and roll them against his clothed erection.  The movement has Antonio gasping on the ground, eyes wide and filled with honest and very real pleasure.  His hands don’t seem to know where to go: they flutter by your hips, grasp your thighs, smooth over your stomach.  You stare down at him with so much desire that he feels himself getting harder with every passing moment.
“Is that better?” you ask cheekily, leaning over him.  The simple cloth bra you’re wearing brushes against his chest and his eyes flash.  Antonio hums out his agreement to your words and reaches up to unhook that bra.  The moment it is pushed away, his large hands are gently kneading your breasts, thumbing your nipples, drawing you down so that his lips can go to work on the soft skin. 
You moan and breathlessly laugh, “You’re still freezing, Antonio.”  The sound of his name, murmured in that way, makes him moan too.  He nips playfully at your nipple and laps at it, spinning his tongue around it.  At the same time, his hands reach down for your hips and he forces them down against him as he lifts his up to meet you.  The clash of friction is so delicious that you can hardly breathe.  You can only hover above him, one hand buried in his soft hair, the other grasping the fabric of the quilt as his scent, his touch, his eagerness surrounds you.
“Then warm me up, amante, [3]” he purrs, bucking his hips into yours again.  His erection has the potential to drown you.  Even covered by jeans it is so hard, and you can think of only one thing now, one thing that you know you need.
You pull away just a little, just enough to free his lips and to replace them with your own.  The kiss is deep, sensual, and makes him moan into your mouth in pleasant surprise.  And into it you murmur, “Help me.”  The words are an obvious reference to your jeans, one that Antonio does not ignore.  The next moment he is pushing them away, hooking his fingers into your panties, and smoothing them off your hips.  All the while his kiss drags you down and you melt against his chest.
The moment the jeans are tugged off, you are rolling your hips over him again, and this time the fervent pleasure that it brings make you moan and tilt your head back.  The kiss breaks but that’s okay, Antonio has other things on his mind now.  He smirks up at the sight you make, pushing your wet core against his erection like that.  He can feel the angry heat of your desire pound against him and it makes him rather insane, but he merely hooks his hands behind his head, content to watch for now.  It isn’t often that he gets to see your selfish side, not unraveled and daring as it is now.
You lock your eyes with his and slide your hands against his lower abdomen.  The tips of your fingers hook into his jeans but you don’t try to remove them.  Somehow this makes Antonio’s eyes flash with heat.  The slow passion that you demand is bewildering in its potency and he cannot decipher it.  But Antonio is rarely able to understand you anyway, and he usually doesn’t try.  It suits him just fine for now, though you can’t say the same for yourself.
Your touch shifts to the zipper of his jeans and you slowly tug it down.  Antonio watches with careful, dark eyes, as if wondering what you’re really playing at.  But you only raise your eyebrows at him cheekily and proceed to pop the button.  The layers of clothing are tugged down, just far enough for his erection to spring free.  The curled sight of it makes fierce passion rear within you.  You stare at it for a long moment before raising your eyes to your lover’s, who is still watching you. 
Antonio has pushed himself up onto his elbows.  His hair hangs in his face and his lips are parted.  His heavy breathing is full of anticipation, but you don’t intend on helping his dilemma yet.  That wouldn’t be any fun at all.
Instead, you lean forward, you hands shifting over the tops of his thighs, hips, and sides.  You shuffle forward until you’re hovering close to his face, dip your fingers through his soft hair, and draw his head back.  He swallows, his Adam’s apple strains, he stares at your mouth and you eyes which have the startling potential to burn him.  And when you do kiss him, Antonio can barely restrain himself as the apprehension clashes and grinds into well deserved reprieve.
“Mmm…” he gasps shortly.  He returns the kiss with a fervor of unrestrained passion.  His large hands clutch your hips and he drags them down.  The grinding friction of his core on yours has you moaning with surprise and pleasure.  His unexpected, insistent move has immediately consequences, though they all happen to be the good kind.  Very good, in fact.
“Antonio,” you drawl, kissing him firmly before ducking your mouth away from his.  His head falls back and he pants, his heavy breathing gasping and only getting worse as you kiss over his neck.  Your tongue makes him feel flushed and too-hot, like his body is nearing some obscure melt down that will both ruin and renew him. 
You nip playfully on his collar and murmur, “You’ve gotten really hard.  Does that mean you want me very badly?”  He swallows thickly at the tone of your voice and chuckles, a hoarse, breathless sound.  His response is a simple but effective roll of his hips, and you moan lightly as his hard length once more steals your breath away.
You’re kissing him with that dire passion moments later and Antonio is wholeheartedly kissing you back.  The floodgates have opened.  You are eager to feel more of him and you don’t have the patience to tease him any longer.  It seems that Antonio is in the same boat and is all too happy to accommodate, and when you push him into you soon after you both melt with relief.
Antonio melts all the way to the floor.  He lowers himself back down and drags you with him.  The position gives him more strength, and he lifts his hips into yours with such delightful fervor that you can hardly even breathe.  Instead you drown, sink into him, and let the undercurrent of the pleasure pull you under.
Your hips move in sync with his and it is beautiful.  Antonio clutches at your waist but he doesn’t guide you.  You know what you’re doing and he wouldn’t change one bit of it.  The pleasure that sears through his body is like no other, the extent of which cannot be seen or heard or felt. 
“Eso es todo…sigue adelante…!” [4] Antonio cries, his head pushing back into the quilt.  Other Spanish mumbles spill into the air and against your skin.  You soak them up, thrust ever faster, roll your hips and grind them into his teasingly.  Antonio blinks up at you through the haze of his passion and then suddenly chuckles.  You have about three seconds to bask in the confusion of it all before he is catching your wrists, hooking his leg around you, and rolling you over with surprising energy.
The shock that stems from this motion leaves you docile.  Antonio takes full advantage of this and proceeds to pin your wrists above your head.  He settles into your core once more, pushing his cock as far into you as he can, and watches the way your eyes flutter and your body melts.  He chuckles again, leaning down close to your face, and murmurs, “I can’t let mi amante have all the fun.”  The very brief explanation has you rolling your eyes and opening your mouth to respond, but you never get the chance.
Antonio kisses you, muffling your words and surprising you yet again.  But this surprise is by no means bad, and you find yourself smiling a little bit as he presses you against the quilt.  Your legs tighten around his waist and you rise up to meet his thrusts, letting the pleasure once again settle within you, but not for very long.
Your orgasm is fast and fierce, spurred on by the murmured, lilting Spanish that is pressed into your skin and against your mouth.  Antonio rushes forward as you fall, clutching at him and moaning a deeply lustful, “Antonio!”  The sound of his name has him grinding his teeth together and burying his face into the crook of your neck.
He is soon following after you.  As your hips tilt up and your finish slows, Antonio’s builds up and breaks.  He pants, thrusts harder, pushing your arching hips forcefully down.  The dominating movement makes your purr with pleasure.  You run your fingers through his hair and he lays his head on your chest with a heaving, satisfied sigh.  He stays like that, inside you, for several minutes more.
And then, Antonio chuckles.  You glance down at him with raised eyebrows, and he pulls himself up to hover over you.  His eyes sparkle brightly with amusement.  You brush a finger over his cheekbone and whisper, “What’s so funny?”  You don’t expect his response, but you find that his amusement is rather contagious.
“Ice skating.  We were pretty awful, weren’t we?”  His eyes flash as you smile, and he adds a sly, “Especially when you nearly knocked over that little boy – “ You cut him off with a well-placed hit to his shoulder and a laugh.  A laugh which he soon shares.
“Let’s never do that again,” you say with a cheeky grin.  Your lover hums and lays his head back down upon your chest.  You resume shifting your fingers through his hair.  “Agreed,” he mumbles at you, giving you a playful little squeeze. 
Beside you the fire crackles and its light stretches to encompass the two lovers, tangled together like lovers ought to be, skin to skin and hearts bared.

~~~

Translations:
[1] Mi amor … My love
[2] Cariño … Sweetheart
[3] amante … lover
[4] Eso es todo…sigue adelante … That’s it…keep going…!

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

A Sweden Lemon -- Solemnity

Character: Sweden

Fandom: Hetalia

OC: [Name]

Inspiration: Vanilla-Cinnamon-Bubble Bath.  First finished X-mas request!  Remember, requests are open until Dec. 24


Berwald does not expect much when he gets home from work.  This is generally just as well considering how busy [Name] is this time of year.  With all the baking, decorating, and shopping she hardly has time to sit back and relax.  It is a welcome bustle that the Christmas season always brings, and she doesn’t complain because she loves it.  The past few days he’s been coming home to see her busily hanging garlands or doing some such thing to the decorations she’s insisted on putting up all over the house.  However, today she is surprisingly nonchalant when he opens the front door and sees her on the couch, far from any Christmas projects or wrapping paper.
“I’m home,” he quietly informs, glancing at [Name] with raised eyebrows.  Sure, this particular sight isn’t completely foreign to him.  He often comes home to a similar scene.  After several years of marriage, he’s gotten used to seeing her in the kitchen cooking dinner or loitering around waiting for it to be done.  And as per usual, Berwald can smell dinner, the blend of spices, the aroma of cooking meat, but something seems…different tonight. 
“Berwald, darling, how was your day?” [Name] asks.  She gives him a lazy smile and stands up to greet him.  He expects a peck to the cheek or some such acknowledgement.  He does not expect the long, sensual kiss she presses to his mouth.  And he certainly doesn’t expect his own reaction to it, the fiery way his body shouts ‘more, more’.  Apparently he isn’t as exhausted as he thought.
He is momentarily bewildered by her rather provocative greeting, but recovers quickly.  With a confused expression, he mumbles, “Fine,” and stares at her, as if trying to unlock the mystery that is his wife.  As always, he fails.
“Am I not allowed to kiss my own husband?” she chuckles, knowing that look very well.  Even after so many years of being romantically involved, they still don’t always understand each other.  That’s okay though.  If nothing else, it certainly makes their relationship seem fresh and interesting.
She reaches down to take his briefcase and puts it by the door.  Her voice is gentle and calm, but that’s about the only meek part about her.  Inside, she knows that every action is part of a greater plan.  Every word is carefully uttered, every look and every touch from here on will be an invitation.  Will Berwald be able to deny her?  Well, he is good at being reluctant, but she’s learned several tricks to help him along.
Berwald tilts his head at [Name] and grumbles something about getting changed.  He expects her to nod and let him go.  He does not expect her to follow.  By the time he gets to the bedroom, Berwald is very confused and keeps glancing at [Name], clearly wondering what she wants.  He soon figures out exactly what that is moments later.
He is loosening his tie when [Name] brushes his hands away and replaces them with hers.  The way she looks at him as she pulls it off makes his confusion turn to understanding.  His understanding soon shifts into a pleasant but reluctant warmth.  Reluctant, because he’s tired.  He’s had a long, dragging day.  He’s hungry.  He has paperwork he needs to finish up for a meeting tomorrow.  But God only knows how the temptation pulls at him.
“[Name]…” he mumbles, watching as she begins to undo the buttons of his dress shirt.  She’s good at seducing him, she always has been.  But while he wouldn’t mind seeing where it leads tonight, Berwald has other things on his mind.  It’s good, then, that [Name] is perfectly aware of this and ready to change his mind.
She isn’t blind to the hesitancy of his expression, nor of the way he’s holding her elbows as if to create a barrier between them.  But she also isn’t blind to the bright way his eyes watch her, always curious, endlessly intrigued.  As if she’s the most fascinating creature he’s ever seen.
“I thought a bath would be nice.  To help you relax,” [Name] informs him with a smile.  Berwald is a hard worker.  Of course she knows that, and of course she has seen the way he’s been working even harder so as to fully enjoy the Christmas vacation that’s coming up.  It doesn’t really surprise him that she’s noticed.  The late nights and their opposing schedules have definitely added up.
Still, he can’t stop the smile that threatens to show itself on his face.  Her constant worrying over his wellbeing never gets old and he doubts it ever will.  She catches sight of the barely-there smile and returns it with one of her own.  This time, Berwald does not hesitate as he leans down to kiss her.  His lips are very gentle and slow against her own.  It makes [Name] melt into him with a deep sigh that has everything to do with the sudden lurch of heat that puddles through her body.  The effects even a simple kiss can conjure will always surprise her even though she should be used to it by now.
Her arms wrap around his neck and she tilts her head, deepening the kiss.  Berwald smoothes his hands over her sides.  His fingers settle against her lower back and he pulls her closer, enjoying the rush of warmth as her body surges into his.  He can feel every flex of her muscles, every shift of breath.  If this is what she needs, then he will give her what she wants.  But…
“Let’s skip the bath,” he mumbles, not entirely convinced that it is what he’s in the mood for.  Baths means slow, steamy, raw lovemaking.  He is usually a selfless lover but tonight, the amount of paperwork in his briefcase beckons to him like a cursed enchantment.  He doesn’t mean to put that before his own wife but it’s hard to ignore work, especially when he’s so dedicated to it.
[Name] is not letting him off the hook so easily though.  She pulls back from the kiss with a frown and Berwald knows she won’t step down without a fight.  She stares at him for several seconds before sighing and smoothing her hands down his half-undone shirt.  “But I got everything ready.  It can just be a short one, hmm?”  It is hard to ignore the obvious plea in her voice.  Hard to deny her anything anyway.  He sighs and [Name] knows she’s already won.
Normally she wouldn’t overstep him like this, but tonight it really is for his own good.  He can do his paperwork some other time, but right now she intends on making him relaxed and happy.  She suppresses a smile and takes his hands, stepping backwards and into the awaiting bathroom.  Berwald allows her to lead him.
The bath that awaits has been tempered with some kind of musky scent that Berwald recognizes as vanilla.  It’s mingled with something else, a scratchy kind of aroma that makes him instantly warm.  Soft steam rises from the water.  He reluctantly decides that it does look rather nice.  What looks even nicer, of course, is [Name]’s form as she begins to strip her clothes away.
She does it so smoothly that Berwald hardly even notices at first.  But he’d have to be utterly blind not to see her now.  Each article of clothing is tossed haphazardly at the wicker hamper and left there.  And with each removal, [Name] raises her eyes to meet his, calmly, as if to say, ‘It’s no big deal, just human nature at its rawest.’
Her skin is positively glowing in the steam.  Berwald allows his eyes to dip down her form, silently enjoying the sight she makes.  He has always liked her confidence, the way she always seems to know just what to do without hurting anyone else.  It manifests in many ways, but most of all in the way she holds herself.  It makes his eyes soften.
[Name] smiles at him and steps forward.  She steps around him to shut the bathroom door.  They are the only ones in the house, but this isn’t done for privacy.  She is not shutting the world out; she’s shutting them in.  When the door closes, the sense of stillness makes them both gravitate toward each other.
She steps forward again, but this time it is to deal with her lover’s clothes.  Her fingers cannot go fast enough as she tries to unbutton his dress shirt.  The quick pace has got Berwald smiling that barely-there smile, pressing his fingers beneath her chin and lifting her head up.  When her eyes meet with his, the world does more than simply stop: it disappears entirely.
“Relax, [Name], we’ve got all night,” he murmurs, and watches her mouth lift up in pleasure at his words.  That he’s finally given into her plans isn’t the only thing that makes her happy, but she can’t deny that his acceptance does silly things to her heart.  The gentle way he looks at her has her desire rearing through her.  She goes slower, but still flushes with desire the moment she gets to push the fabric off his shoulders. 
He is lovely.  She runs her fingers over his chest and leans against it.  Berwald wraps his arms around her and for a brief moment, they merely stand there, caught up in emotions that make the moment sweet and warm.  But then Berwald pulls away, and the slight glint in his eye has [Name] smiling.  It is passion, fierce and sure, and it shows itself in the way he hooks his fingers around her waist and pushes her hips against his, showing her exactly what she has done to him.  The insight makes her head spin with delightfully blurry pleasure and she sighs, dipping her head back as his mouth comes down to kiss her.
This time, the kiss is raw, heady, and promising.  Berwald finds himself eager to feel that warm water and his lover’s skin.  While she is distracted by the force of his lips, he tugs at his trousers and slips them away, breaking the kiss to peel them off.  [Name] watches for a brief moment before sending him a cheeky, flirty sort of smile and turning to the tub.  His eyes don’t leave her for a single second as he watches her gracefully step into it and sink down into the hot water. 
There is something so wicked in that grace, something sinister to her charm that leaves him strangely breathless.  But he has grown quite used to that feeling, the sinful lust that she often brings to the table.  If anything, he has found comfort in its familiarity.  It is what drives him to her now, what beckons him over, what has him sinking in beside her and pulling her against him. 
[Name] sighs and leans back.  He rests his head on top of hers and enjoys the still romance that they have cultivated between them.  He knows it won’t last for very long, not if his stubborn wife has anything to say on the matter, though he wouldn’t complain either way.  After a few minutes, when he feels her hands brushing over his legs and sides and up his chest, Berwald finds himself enjoying her touch just as much.
He retaliates in his own way, with soft touches that linger against her skin with gentle innocence.  He knows that said innocence will disappear soon enough, but he also knows that it pleases [Name].  His fingers caress her back, dance up her spine, and then he slips his hands over her shoulders, pressing his fingers into her skin.  She clearly doesn’t expect the sudden massage, but wilts in pleasure hardly a minute in.  He can see why: her shoulders are a knot of tense muscle.
“Mmm…you have no idea how lovely that feels,” she murmurs to him, dipping her head back to rest against his chest.  He chuckles and the rumbling sound of it gets swept through her body.  A light kiss is planted on her temple and his hands press deeper, his thumbs rolling over her neck with practiced skill.  “I can see that, Älskling,” [1] Berwald murmurs, his voice thick and scratchy.  The sound of it has [Name] closing her eyes and shivering, especially when the lilt of his native language burns through his voice.
“Should I make you feel even better?” he gruffly wonders, his voice muffled by the skin of her neck as he presses kisses over it.  She moans and almost complains when he stops massaging her, but can’t bring herself to be upset because then his fingers are ducking below the water and he’s pressing them to her clit. 
“Spread your legs,” he mutters into her ear.  Shivers erupt over her skin at the rough order and she bites her lip.  Berwald sees the action and smirks, very much aware of how she reacts to his voice.  She has mentioned before that she thinks it’s the sexiest part of him, and since then he has taken full advantage of that. 
Her legs shift open a little more, though the tub restrains them a little.  But it is enough, enough for Berwald and for her as well, and when his fingers sink into her core she finds it very hard to breathe.
His lips kiss over her neck as he fingers her.  The combined touch has [Name] melting against him.  She clutches his forearms and closes her eyes, gasping and moaning lightly when Berwald curls his fingers inside her and rubs over her G-spot.  The little trick makes her feel so aroused that she actually laughs, surprised by the fact that it takes so little to do this to her.  Berwald raises his eyebrows at the chuckle and catches her eye curiously, “What is it?”
She honestly responds, “Before I met you, I’d never get so turned on in such a tiny amount of time.”  It’s true.  It’s like the very essence of him arouses her.  Every part of him has her gasping in desire.  He smiles and leans down to kiss her properly, ducking his lips against hers.  “I know the feeling, Käraste [2].”  And he certainly does, if the hardness pressing into her rear has anything to say on the matter.
He kisses her harder just as his fingers sink deeper, as deeply as they can, and [Name] gasps and drowns into the kiss because it feels so good.  She’s a mess.  He can see it and it makes him rather crazy.  And when she shifts and writhes against him like that and presses unwittingly against his aching cock, it makes it even worse.  He’s not sure if she does it on purpose or not and frankly he doesn’t care.
His hips shift forward in hopes of getting a little friction to ease the ache of his arousal.  If [Name] notices, she doesn’t say anything.  Perhaps she is too far gone from the pleasure she obviously feels.  Berwald thinks it’s about time to do something about said pleasure, and his.  Baths are nice and fine when relaxing is what you’re trying to do, but they aren’t exactly good for sexual pursuits. 
Abruptly, he draws his fingers from her.  [Name] breathlessly whines and hoarsely wonders, “Why did you stop?”  Her words send a jolt of desire through him.  He loves that she wants him so much.  He loves that such a simple touch can make her so crazy.  Berwald kisses her cheek and sits up.  His voice is deep and raw with delightful passion when he tells her, “Let’s go to the bed.” 
He sees her shiver at his words and smirks.  He stands up and steps out of the tub, then glances back down at her.  She’s staring at his body, her eyes dark with passion and blown with desire.  He knows why she’s so obviously aroused.  It’s because he’s so obviously aroused.  His cock is hard and curled up, aching to be touched.  She stares at it for a long minute that seems to descend into forever, and Berwald chuckles.
“Come here, Älskling,” he says with that barely-there smile, and reaches for her.  She returns the smile with a gentle laugh and lets him help her out of the tub.  When she curls into his chest and presses her body against all of him, [Name] can’t help but shiver.  His erection presses against her stomach and his hands do silly thing to her, especially when they drag over her rear and pull her closer to his core.
For a moment, they both just stand there.  The water trickles down their bare bodies and pools at their feet.  Their skin erupts with shivers as the cold air hits them, making them cuddle closer.  Berwald tilts her head back and leans in to kiss her, and [Name] reacts even more passionately, curling her arms around his neck and grinding their hips together as best she can in their upright position.  Apparently it is good enough, because Berwald growls and heaves her closer, then picks her up entirely.
Their mouths don’t break as he walks backward, her legs tightly wrapped around his waist and their wet bodies sliding.  When [Name] sees that he’s making his way out of the bathroom, she breaks the kiss to laughingly murmur, “We haven’t dried off yet, we’ll get the sheets all wet – “
But he only kisses her harder and steps into their bedroom, clearly unconcerned about the state they’re in.  He tells her as much as he dumps her onto the mattress and crawls over her, “I like it better like this anyway.”  She’s not sure if he’s being serious or not but hardly has time to figure it out, because then Berwald is grinding his cock over her core and she can’t remember what he’d said anyhow.
“Oohhh…” her head tips back into the pillows and he leans forward to press open-mouthed kisses over her neck.  His hands smooth over her body and caress her breasts, massaging them gently.  After a moment of this, he ducks his head down to pay closer attention to them, circling his tongue around her nipples and sighing against the soft flesh.  All the while [Name] grasps his damp hair and tries to stop herself from completely losing control.
“Berwald…” she hoarsely whispers, looking down at him.  He pauses briefly to look back at her, and feels his mouth twitch into that tiny smile.  He knows that look, that voice, the things her body tell him, and he fully intends on responding to them.  What began as a night of relaxation for him has turned into relaxing her, but Berwald doesn’t care.  Both have the same result for him.
He raises himself back up and slips his elbows against the pillow by her head, ducking down to briefly kiss her.  Her legs wrap around his waist and she presses her heat against his erection in silent demand.  This is one demand that he is all too happy to give in to, and moments later Berwald does just that. 
The moment he slips inside her, the air between them changes.  It turns softer and yet harder at the same time, filled with a strange sort of impatient romance that forces his hips to shift delightfully faster.  Soon the pace is set and [Name] is sinking into the pillows, clutching at her husband as he smoothly drives the pleasure through her entire body.  She’s left gasping, drowning against the sheets and his weight.
Her moans force him faster.  He is a relatively silent lover but that doesn’t hinder [Name].  She can see the pleasure build in his eyes, can see it gathering in his expression.  And after a while when he buries his face into her neck, she knows that he is feeling just as much pleasure as her. 
His mouth seeks hers and their kiss is slow in all this fast paced loving.  The contradiction is startling in its sincerity, and [Name] deepens the kiss as she pulls him closer.  His thrusts push her hips forcefully down but [Name] doesn’t complain.  It feels utterly amazing and completely perfect.  Especially when, moments later, her orgasm unfurls through her body and leaves her gasping against his mouth, her entire body reacting.
She arches into the air, just a little bit, and Berwald pulls away to watch.  The sight of her has him racing forward, breathless and wanting.  He understands her body language without her having to say anything, and he feels her core pounding relentlessly against his cock.  He hastens, pushing faster, and grunting when her walls suddenly clench down around him.
“Oh!” she gasps, arching again.  Her eyes lock with Berwald’s and the silent warning in them have him shifting his hips deeper.  Her nails dig into his shoulders.  Her hips arch up.  It is such a lovely sight that Berwald feels his own orgasm build up as well.  But it doesn’t overtake him until her hears [Name]’s soft, breathless, “B-Berwald!”  And that tiny little sound makes him utterly insane.
He groans and feels himself burst, filling her up as he thrusts ever faster.  [Name] sinks down and watches his finish with wide, awed eyes.  She can’t help it.  He looks so flawless and beautiful when he comes.  His face turns into a passionate inferno that knows no bounds.  His body seems to know just how to move to ensure their combined pleasure.  It’s something she won’t ever forget.
He heaves a deeply pleased sigh and lowers himself beside her, pulling her roughly into his arms and immediately kissing over her shoulder and neck.  [Name] laughs and wraps her arms around him tightly, throwing a leg over his waist.  His lips reach her mouth and the kiss he gives her then leaves her toes curling.  She instinctively knows that paperwork is completely out of the question now: Berwald’s kiss is his way of telling her that he has no intention of leaving this bed under any circumstance.
The thought warms her and she smiles.  In a very soft voice, she whispers, “I love you, Berwald.”  The words are bright and meaningful, spoken only rarely between them.  He looks at her for a long moment, studies the way her eyes shine with satisfaction and love, and then he leans forward to kiss her again.
This time, his lips are telling her that he loves her too.  The meaning does not go unnoticed, and neither does the gentle passion that accompanies it.  Moments later Berwald is pressing her back into the mattress and letting his kisses speak for themselves.

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Translations:
[1] Älskling … Love
[2] Käraste … Dearest

Saturday, December 6, 2014

Christmas Requests 2014

Christmas Requests 2014

Hello, everyone!  This is the official opening of my annual Christmas requests for 2014.  It took me a bit longer to open requests because I've been sick with strep throat for DAYS and it's not even gone yet.  I'm sure that once I see all your requests I'll feel better though :3

  Any questions you might have can be addressed through comment form or in an email.  Please read through the guidelines I’ve listed below before requesting!


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Deadline: December 24, midnight

Guidelines

v  You may only request a character from my list of accepted Fandoms found on my Contact Me page.  I've also just added Once Upon a Time to that list, so I'm hoping I'll get some requests for that ;3
v  Yaoi, Yuri, reader-insert, AU, etc, anything goes
v  Please specify what kind of request you want.  You have 2 choices this year: a Oneshot or a Lemon.  You can send in one of each of just focus on one kind, it's up to you.
v  Send requests to my email: XStrangelyxOvercastx@hotmail.com
v  Please include a prompt with your request.  I’ve added a list of possible prompt ideas but you can also make up your own.  I tend to overlook requests without prompts during this request session since so many people participate.  Any thoughtful prompt ideas will be extremely welcome and will get you noticed!
v  A list of accepted requests will be posted on the sidebar of the blog.  I will add to it daily.  You will receive an email when your request is posted.  Don’t expect one before that time, I’m probably going to be too busy to send an email just to tell you that I accepted your request.  I wish I could but I don’t want to confuse myself or you :3
v  Requests close Christmas Eve at midnight
v  Expect to see requests being posted all through January.  This will probably take me a while :)
v  My deviantArt profile is simply XStrangelyxOvercastx.  I’ll be posting oneshot requests there.  Please make sure you send your request to my email, and not to my dA account, otherwise I probably won’t see it.

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Request Sheet

Name:
Appearance:
Personality:
Who You Want:
Type of Request: [Lemon or Oneshot]
Point of View: [2nd or 3rd Person]
Prompt:
Any Added Info:

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Optional Prompt Ideas

Wrapping Paper Gone Awry
Christmas Party Shenanigans
Windblown
Gone Hunting
Snow Camping
Snow Man Making
Baking Christmas Cookies
Christmas Shopping
Christmas Morning Tea
Christmas Wishlist
Letters
New Years Bash
An “I’ll-Probably-Regret-This-In-The-Morning” Kind of Night
Santa’s Never Been So Sexy
Reindeer Are Meant to be Ridden
Garlands of Fairy Lights
Bubble-Cinnamon-Vanilla Bath
Nobody Told Me The Eggnog Was Spiked
Under The Weather
Auld Lang Sang
Ice Skating in Radio City
German Christmas Markets
Gingerbread
Death by Christmas Carols
Secret Santa
Whiteout Winter Storm Watch
Christmas Themed Lingerie
Dragged Around a Department Store
Ice Hockey

Have fun and Merry Christmas! :3
-- StrangelyOvercast

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