Friday, June 22, 2012

A Fred Weasley Baby Daddy -- Rain, Rain, Go Away

Character: Fred Weasley

Fandom: Harry Potter

OC: Coraline Fey, brunette, bubbly

Inspiration: Rain, the Joke Shop, kitchen counters…

// How It Happened //

It was a raining.  It wasn't a light drizzle, but rather a heavy downpour that soaked Coraline to the bone only moments after she stepped into it.  In truth, she wasn't entirely sure what had prompted her to take a walk in such overcast weather, but for whatever reason, she ended up in Diagon Alley, outside her boyfriend's shop.  Which was closed by the way, because she was literally the only one on the street and it was a Sunday afternoon.

She huddled by the door and tried the knob, finding it locked.  Rain was a nasty business, and she was starting to look like a bedraggled cat.

"Fred?!  George!" she glanced at the sky and gave it a good glare, feeling slightly better.  Not that the new outlet of her anger did anything to help her get dry, but that was besides the point.

"I don't think glaring at the weather will help," a voice suddenly said from behind her.  Coraline swallowed her surprise and spun around, straight into the arms of her boyfriend.  He laughed at her, tugged her into the shop, and swung the door shut behind him.

She grumbled at him, but didn't argue back because she was shivering so much.  He chuckled again and threw an arm around her as he led her upstairs to his apartment.

"I didn't know you'd be coming by today.  George isn't here, unfortunately, but he'll be back in about an hour or so," he shrugged, not seeming to care that much about his twin's disappearance.  He was sending her one of those looks - the one that made her a shivering mess that made the cold seem insubstantial.  She noticed at his eyes were latched to her body, and when she looked down, she blushed.  Her clothes were sticking to her in a less than decent way.  When she glanced back up, she saw Fred grinning at her.

"I'm glad you came by, though," and he couldn't keep the slightly perverted edge from his voice.  Which earned him a halfhearted smack to his shoulder.

She was going to walk over to his bedroom and steal some of his clothes to change into, but she was suddenly trapped to the counter by her lover, who hovered over her with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.  But it wasn't his expression that made her surprised.  It was the very slight pressure at her thigh.  She sighed, but couldn't deny that this was something she'd been thinking about all day.

"I hope you're not thinking of going anywhere," he murmured, face just inches away.  His hands spread over her sides, fastening lightly to her hips as he pushed his lower body against her.  She hummed and shook her head, knowing that he wouldn't let her leave even if she wanted to -- which she didn't anyway, at all.  She let him lean in and kiss her.

His kisses felt as refreshing as the rain outside.  There was something so natural about this intimacy.  It made her heart want to beat right out of her chest and her resolve weaken entirely.

His name was whispered from her lips, and it seemed to make him restless with an emotion she felt all too well.  He caged her to his chest and she clung to him, keeping her arms firmly around his neck as she deepened their kiss to a more satisfying level.

Her back was pressed to the kitchen counter, and it was digging into her skin.  But the slight pain only intensified the reality of their actions, and she had never been more enthusiastic to feel it.  Her hands shifted down his shirt and she melted against his chest, head tilting back.  He followed her, towering over her as his grasp tightened around her waist.

There was really nothing he wanted more than to have her completely.  He'd already forgotten about the fact that George was supposed to be coming home soon, or that his family was having a big dinner together that night.  His only thoughts were for her, and how much he wanted to take her, and how he longed to hear more of those breathless, fervent, delicious moans.

She was following the intensity of his thoughts exactly.  Her head tilted back more and their kiss was broken.  Fred immediately filled the gaps of the passion by littering her tender neck with kisses.  His teeth grazed over her, making her shiver in his arms, and she very nearly moaned again.  The fact that she didn't seemed to make Fred slightly disappointed.

His hands moved down her, slipping past the hemline of her jeans to grasp onto her ass.  And then he was lifting her up, not onto the counter but onto him.  Her legs curled around his waist immediately and she hovered over him in question.  But her merely grinned that heartening grin of his and carried her out of the tiny kitchen and into the adjoining living room.

She was slightly surprised that they didn't just go into his bedroom, but didn't feel the need to complain.  As long as they could linger in their shared desire, she didn't care where they were.  She wanted only Fred, and he understood the feeling completely.

Coraline was dumped onto the frayed couch a moment later.  Fred quickly followed her down, trading places with her as she climbed onto his lap.  She straddled him, taking in the flush of his cheeks and the intensity of his eyes, and knew they didn't have much time before they could be interrupted.  This thought, and the aching between her legs, was what prompted her to capture his lips again.

He happily returned the kiss, upping the passion as his hands slid beneath her shirt.  She shivered against him and he tore the fabric away, throwing it into a heap on the floor before breaking their kiss in favor of pressing his lips elsewhere.

She was glad he did, because the thrills of pleasure now shooting through her body intensified.  She ground her lower body against his erection as his mouth brushed down her chest.  The friction between them made Fred let out a muffled groan.  His fingers scrabbled at her bra, and when it was gone, he wasted no time in admiring her breasts.

Her fingers tangled into his red hair, tugging him closer as his tongue raced over her taut nipples.  Her heart was beating hard against her chest, and she was sure he could feel it.  She was also sure that Fred was wearing entirely too much.

So she did something about it, reaching down his sides to grab a fistful of his shirt.  It was forced over his head a moment later, making him break his attention on her breasts.  Their eyes connected heatedly and Fred seemed to realize that she needed him now, and that there was really no time to spare.

So he fumbled with their remaining clothes, suddenly feeling very feverish as he tried to tear off their pants.  Though she wanted him to hurry, she wasn't making it especially easy for him.  Every shift of her body made his erection flare against her, aching to feel her around him.  It was getting very hard to breath.

When their pants were finally nothing more than a puddle on the floor, Fred guided Coraline above him.  For a moment, everything was still and silent.  She could feel his tip scourging her folds, could feel the heat radiating from his body and mingling with hers, and could taste the desire that their breaths gave in to.  And then, she was lowering herself onto him, pushing his throbbing member into her depths and wrapping her arms around his neck and completely forgetting who she was.

Her world erupted before her eyes, but the connection of their gazes grounded her to her reality.  Her vision swam, and she buried her head into the crook of his neck, kissing and biting and moaning into his skin.  She felt everything, from his hot skin pressing against her to his dominant grasp on her hips and, finally, the intensity of every single thrust that riveted through her.

She was moaning loudly but could hardly hear herself.  All she could do was try to keep up, try to move with him, and not get left behind as he raced along.  She gasped and kissed the underside of his jaw.  Her mouth was sloppy but he didn't seem to care.  Tilting his head toward her, they kissed a haphazard, passionate kiss.

It was over faster than she'd realized.  Their orgasms exploded through them and Fred couldn't help but groan out her name.  The sound of it made Coraline react in a similar manner, hips pounding into his faster now, as though they had a time limit that couldn't be met.  And they did, but neither really knew it.  All they knew was that it was complete bliss being with each other like this, and that they didn't want to part.  But things had a way of working themselves out. 

"Hey, Fr-ARGG MY EYES!" George immediately turned back around, face stricken with horror.  "CAN'T YOU TWO AT LEAST GET TO A ROOM WITH A FREAKING DOOR?!"

Fred and Coraline could only chuckle sheepishly.

// How You Found Out //

It had been going on for weeks.  Coraline wasn't a picky eater, but she was suddenly craving things that she didn't before, and disliking things that she'd liked before.  It was odd and was throwing everyone off balance.

"Dear?" her mother looked at her worriedly.  "Are you sure you're feeling alright?  You haven't touched your meal-"

"I'm fine, mom," she sighed, feeling strangely annoyed.  She wasn't a teenager anymore.  She didn't need to be babied.  She glanced up at her mother's face and murmured, "I just…don't feel like eating right now.  I'm not hungry."  But her words only made her mother more concerned.

She stared at her daughter for a long moment, taking in the pale glow of her skin and the healthy shine of her eyes.  She didn't seem sick or anything, but there was definitely something off about her…  Perhaps it was the woman in her, but she had some idea as to what it was.

"Does Fred know?" she wondered, popping some food into her mouth as she stared at Coraline.

Her daughter raised an eyebrow and wondered, "What are you getting at?  There's nothing wrong with me -- "

But she was interrupted when her mother burst into little chuckles, shaking her head and sighing, "Dear, I think I know what's going on.  You have all the symptoms, right?"  she began listing off various 'symptoms' that her daughter had, which she grudgingly agreed to.  "I think it's safe to say that you're pregnant, dear."

Immediately, Coraline choked on her water.  She began coughing violently, eyes wide as she stared at her mom.  "W-What?!  You're crazy!"

Her mother just shrugged.  "Call me whatever you like, but I know what's going on.  You'd better go to the doctors and make sure.  And then tell Fred, because he doesn't deserve to be kept out of this!"  the strictness of her words made Coraline cringe.

Was she really pregnant?  What would happen if her mother was right?  Would Fred be happy?  She sighed and decided that she'd at least go to the doctors and see if her mother's guess had any stock.  There was still a chance that this whole conversation was meaningless, after all.

// How You Told Him //

It wasn't meaningless.  The conversation, I mean.  Directly after returning from the doctors, Coraline apparated right to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes to find the twins.  It was a busier day than it had been before, though the slight drizzle of rain still made business slower than normal.  Coraline was thankful for that, at least.

"Cora!" George grinned and threw an arm around her shoulders.  "Come to help us out?  Or did you just come to help out Fred?"  he gave her a suggestive wink that made her glower at him.  The blush on her cheeks gave way to her embarrassment.

Fred's voice interrupted them, "George, I need you at the register -- Oh, hey Cor."  He smirked and took her away from his twin with a triumphant look.  "Didn't expect you to be here today."

"Oh, er, yeah," why was she so nervous all of the sudden?!  She looked anywhere but at Fred, wondering if this was really going to be that hard.  She'd planned it all in her head before she'd come, but she couldn't remember what she'd planned now.  "I actually…um, I have to tell you something…"

When she peeked up at his face, she could tell she'd worried him a little.  He was still smiling, but it was slightly strained.  His eyes held all his emotions, and she could tell he was wondering what was wrong. 

He silently navigated them around the shop, until they were climbing the steps that led to his apartment.  His arm was latched around her and it made her feel safe.

When the entered the kitchen, Coraline immediately leaned against the counter.  Memories of their last encounter buzzed through her head, but she buried them as soon as they came.  She had to be serious, had to tell him what was going on.  Because like her mother had said, he deserved to know.

"Fred, I -" she halted, glanced up into his eyes, and sighed.  Damn it.  This was really hard to do…  "I think I…um…"

His eyes were like fire.  They scorched through her, making her nervous.  What was he thinking?  There was that brooding look on his face that, for once, held no traces of laughter.  "Coraline…are you breaking up with me?"

Immediately her eyes widened, "What?!  No!"  she lunged forward, grabbing onto his arms as though trying to hold him there.  Not like she needed to or anything, but it felt better being closer to him anyway, like she'd found strength at his touch.

"I'd never -- " She swallowed, met his burning gaze, and blurted out, "Fred. I'm pregnant."  There.  It was done.  Now it was his call.

But he didn't do anything except stare at her with wide, surprised eyes.  It was silent for a few blistering moments, and then, he laughed.  Fred Weasley began to laugh.  Like he thought she was pranking him or something!

She stared at him, frowning while he shook his head and mumbled something about how she'd gotten him pretty good, how he'd never excepted that one.  And he didn’t seem to notice the growing fury that was capturing his lover's expression.

She glared at him and flew away from him, furious that he hadn't taken her seriously.  Maybe he didn't deserve to know after all.  If he was just going to throw away her words then he obviously wasn't worthy of hearing them.  She was halfway to the door before he had caught her wrist in a hurried grasp.  He pulled her back with raised eyebrows, slowly coming to the realization that maybe…she hadn't been joking after all.  She was really pregnant.

He opened his mouth, but it fell closed before he could find the right words.  What could he say to make her feel better?  He felt awful now, especially since he could see the blurry tears that were sprouting up behind Coraline's eyes.

"I…" he frowned, tugging her into his chest and holding her there even as she struggled to free herself.  "I'm sorry, Cor.  I thought you were…I shouldn't have…I love you."

She looked up at him, as though searching his face for any traces of a lie.  But she couldn't find any, and so she just sighed and decided that she'd enjoy the warmth of his embrace while she could.  "Whatever, Fred.  You're going to have to redeem yourself, you know."

He shook with silent laughter and nodded, kissing the top of her head, "Yeah.  I know."  Maybe this wasn't so bad after all.  She felt him grinning against her and knew that he'd be a great father.  For the first time since she'd discovered the news, Coraline felt excited.  "…I love you too, you know."

He hummed and held her tighter, "Yeah…I know."  And he did.

// Epilogue //

Coraline was right about one thing: Fred Weasley was a great father. 

"Edward!  Hurry up -- we need to leave now!" she sighed, helping her four year old daughter into her coat while she waited for her six year old son to come downstairs.  It didn't really matter if they were a little late.  Molly would understand.  But she didn't want to make the entire family wait because they didn't get there in time.

Beside her, Fred smirked and threw an arm around Coraline.  "Stop worrying so much.  He'll be down soon."

She threw him an annoyed look, not understanding how he could be so laid back.  She really shouldn't have been surprised.

A sigh left her and she shrugged, cuddling into her husband's arms and bringing her daughter with her.  The small Darcy struggled only a little.  "I guess you're right," she muttered to Fred, who smiled wider at the acknowledgement.

A moment later the six year old was bounding down the stairs to where his parents and younger sister stood.  His mother immediately began to wrap him in his coat, "It's about time!  What were you doing up there?!"

Edward grinned sheepishly and held up a paper bag that, upon closer inspection, he had filled with some of his toys.  Immediately, Coraline softened up and gave him a warm smile.  She ushered the two children outside and turned to her husband, who stood watching from the threshold.

"Well?  Are you coming or not?" she wondered, adjusting the collar of her cloak.  It was slightly chilly outside for a late autumn evening. 

Fred shrugged, meandering outside and pulling the door closed behind him.  If Coraline didn't know any better, she'd have guessed he was stalling.  With a raised eyebrow, she silently questioned him.

In response to her expression, Fred laughed.  He tugged her to him and smirked down at her, eyes lingering on her lips for a second longer than necessary, making it blatantly obvious what he wanted.

She sighed, rolling her eyes at his dramatics, and murmured, "Just kiss me already, Fred.  Honestly -- "  His kiss cut her off, and all thought immediately flew from her head.  She made a noise of slight surprise before promptly melting into his arms and forgetting about everything around them.  Well, at least until -- "Ew!  Momma and daddy are kissing!"  Childish giggles made the couple break apart.

Coraline laughed along with them and agreed jokingly, "Ugh, I know.  How yucky!"

Fred gave her one of those looks -- the one that spoke of how he'd get her back later -- and she threw a smirk at him as she picked up Darcy.  Together, the family of four made their way down the street.

Thursday, June 21, 2012

A France Baby Daddy -- Tough Love

Character: France

Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia

OC: Lexi Miranda Queens, sharp features, hates France…at first mwahaha

Inspiration: France experiencing tough love XD

// How It Happened //

Lexi Queens had no intention of having fun tonight. Well, she did think that maybe a few drinks would relax her a bit, but that was all. (At least, that was what she was making herself think as she neared the party.)

America's fourth of July parties were always such a hassle. It wasn’t that they weren't any fun. No, the reason that they were annoying was mainly due to England, who was always invited, almost never showed, and left America with a bruised ego and the desire to make the rest of the night completely 'out of this world'. Which he did, in typical American fashion.

She sighed heavily as she entered the house. She could already hear the loud music coming from a few rooms down. She struggled out of her coat and tried not to think about how her dress was already attracting attention. To compensate for what she was sure would be a night spent ignoring most everyone around her, she made a beeline to the bar…only to be intercepted halfway there.

Oh, right. Another reason as to why she loathed these parties was the man who was giving her that annoying, lecherous grin as he took her arm and handed her a glass of champagne. France.

She couldn't exactly say why she hated him so much. She supposed it had something to do with how he acted all the time, especially around women. His womanizing personality made her want to -- but no, she sighed, don't think about killing France yet. He hasn't done anything yet -- oh, scratch that. Reaching behind her, Lexi grabbed his hand as it suspiciously drifted low down her back and glared at him. This was it.

She really couldn't help it, you know. Seeing France just made her resolve weaken. (Her resolve to be civil towards him, you see. It had nothing to do with the fact that he looked really good in that suit. Ha.) in less than a moment, he was pinned up against the wall and Lexi was giving him that death glare he knew so well, because he was often on the receiving end of it.

"Ohonhonhon~" he winked, smiling in what he probably thought to be a rather charming way. "Mon amour, you find me positively irresistible, don't you~?"

Her answer was actually one he'd expected, but her blatant refusal didn't make him want her any less. He'd wanted her since the first moment he'd laid his eyes upon her, and his feelings had only increased with time. She was practically indestructible, at least towards him. He'd never dare say it aloud, but the fact that she never gave into him made him respect her more than any other woman…or man, for that matter.

"Come on," she growled out, jerking her champagne glass onto a table nearby. "We're going to find a nice closet." He was about to comment on how lovely that sounded when she cut him off, "And then I'm going to lock you in it and conveniently forget where I put the key."

He pouted slightly as she dragged him behind her. "But ma Cherie, before we find this closet of yours -- " she cut him off again and pushed him rather brazenly against the wall, looking furious.

He was a little surprised at her intense anger. Sure, he flirted with her a little, but was that really enough to make her this...erm…vengeful? He wasn't sure, but France somehow liked it when she was mad. It was her eyes, surely. Her anger made her eyes positively shine.

But she didn't look like she would appreciate the compliment if he told it to her. Actually, she sorta looked like she was about to beat him up, and it was kind of turning him on. Were her lips always this full? He felt an undeniable desire to lean down and kiss them, to take her into his arms and press his hands against the silky fabric of her dress. His fingers scrabbled against the wood of the door he was currently pinned against until he found the doorknob. And then he was turning it, and the two were falling into a rather unkempt mess on the floor.

He took advantage of her shock by stealing the kiss he had so longed for. He'd spent months dreaming of what she would taste like, and spent even more sleepless, uncomfortable nights wondering what it would be like to have her.

And then, Lexi came back to her senses and slapped him hard across the face, breaking their kiss and glaring at him. Only she didn't really come back to her senses, because Francis' kiss stole those away from her. She could deny the passion building up within her. With another helpless glare, Lexi caught the lapels of his jacket and jerked him back to her, mouth moving angrily against his as she tried to work around her uncalculated lust.

She could feel the result of his passion pressing against her inner thigh, and it was making her heart pound hard against her chest. She tilted her head back, looking up at him through furious, needy eyes that flickered between extreme dislike and something else, something more lustful. All that anger had to come out somehow, France supposed, smirking slightly at the sight of her expression. As long as it followed that lust, he was all for it.

His fingers slid down her sides, brushing just over her hips before catching her there. She wanted to struggle out of his grasp, but there was something in his eyes that grounded her. It took her breath away, made her feel senseless and weightless, and she was immediately overcome with the desire to make him pay for the humanity he was inflicting upon her.

She buried her fingers into his silky hair and crashed her mouth against his, fury seeping into her movements. She heard a muffled chuckle and haphazard words spilling from France's captured lips. "You are so eager…"

His words only made her more annoyed, though. Her grasp tightened into his hair and she draw back roughly, pulling his head back as well. His eyes widened slightly at the pull to his scalp and he raised a brow. In that deliciously angry voice of hers, Lexi ground out, "Shut up." And then she was forcing him back to her and continuing the harried kiss.

France didn't know whether he should rejoice at her attention or pull away before he got himself hurt. It went against every moral he had to stop this right now, however, and his resolve weakened further when he was forced against the wall and Lexi pressed her body against his. Oh yes, he wouldn't allow himself to stop this. Not when he could feel her taut breasts pushing at his chest, or the heat of her core soaking through her clothes. Not when that anger had turned to lust, and not when he was finally getting some form of love from the stoic woman. This was a dream come true.

And besides, he reasoned as she moved her lips forcibly from his and began biting down his neck, perhaps this wasn't so bad after all. It was his own fault for making her so angry. And there was something so…powerful, so satisfying at seeing her dominate him like this. He'd never had a woman dominate him before and it was making his heart thud erratically.

He winced slightly at the harsh bites she was inflicting on her neck, knowing that he would get teased for them when Prussia and Spain saw them. But the pain sort of made him want her even more. He could feel his member hardening with every delightful scrape of her teeth and he was starting to lose control. He wondered when he'd become such a masochist.

The bed was too far away. He knew because even though it was only a few yards from the door, Francis was already feeling the strain of his manhood against his pants. He bucked his hips against hers and she gave out a strangled sort of moan that made him grin. She was feeling it too. She wouldn't be able to get to that damned mattress either…not that he cared much.

They were tumbling to the ground, hands flying over clothes and throwing them everywhere. It didn't matter where said clothes went, as long as they weren't caged around their bodies. France felt himself being pushed onto his back, his shirt flying away as Lexi crawled up him. He gave her a suave sort of smirk that made her raise a brow. There was a challenge in her eyes that left France into a shivering, quaking mess.

He moaned as her hands slid over him, down his chest and over his hips until they reached his member, which stood tall and proud before her. His pants were only halfway down his legs from their haste, but neither really cared. Any thoughts of removing them further were cast from France's mind when Lexi's hands began to pump him.

"Nnng!" his head flew back, eyes staring sightlessly at the ceiling. God, that felt good. Better than he'd expected. He throbbed against her and she giggled. Her anger seemed to have faded slightly, or so he thought. But when he came back to himself and looked down at her eyes, the undeniable vice twinkled back at him like two brilliant stars.

Somehow, her anger made her look absolutely sexy. He wanted to take her now. He wanted to take that anger and intensify it until it snapped, overflowing with the remnants of what he knew she felt, otherwise she wouldn't be doing this with him or touching him in such a soft, gentle way.

"Lexi…" he called out, gingerly reaching over to her and touching her wrist. She seemed to understand and acquiesced, pulling away from his aching cock so they could finish the job. Except it wasn't a job, not really, and France proved it to her as soon as he was slipping into her.

A moan flew from her throat and she hurriedly ground against him, wanting to be blown away by the pleasure. He caught her hips and slowed her down. He wanted to be blown away too, but this was their first time -- the first of many, he silently hoped -- and he wanted to take it slow.

He prayed that she could feel his emotions with every swift, jolting thrust of his. Francis had never quite opened himself up to anyone else before, and he felt strangely under confident at the realization. He would not normally have allowed her to sit atop him like this, but he couldn't find the will to move her. And it felt so good with her moving her hips so tantalizingly like that, grinding against him so naturally…

He was coming before he could stop himself or warn her. She turned him on with the smallest trace of her anger and it made him so frustrated. He suffered many sleepless nights letting out his sexual tension, and finally being like this with her made him feel boyish and uncontrolled.

But it didn't matter, because Lexi was picking up her pace and coming as well. He watched her through half lidded eyes, intoxicated by the immense euphoria that drained through him. This was a moment he thought he'd only dream about. Her face was exactly like he'd imagined it would be, twisted up in that beautiful pleasure that he had given her. And her voice! He had to close his eyes momentarily when he heard his name upon her lips. It was a sound that wasn't fit for his ears, but he was so undeniably happy to hear it that his heart nearly burst with excitement.

Did she realize it yet? Did she feel it through their pleasurable encounter? Could she detect it in his eyes as he looked up at her? Her expression wasn't one of anger anymore, but was rather something inexplicable and undefined. He couldn't put a name on it because he'd never seen it on her face before.

But the name was given to him a moment later when she leaned down, pressed her breasts against his heated chest, and kissed him. Huh. She'd never kissed him this gently before. He closed his eyes to enjoy it, sinking into the relaxation she gave him. His hands shifted up her waist and kept her close. But did she know?

"Francis…" he didn't breath, eyes still closed because the thought of her rejecting him made him suddenly nervous, even after everything they'd just been through. He normally wouldn't have cared, but this was her. "Francis, I think I love you…"

And he sighed, letting out the breath he'd held. His eyes slipped open and he stared at her in wonder, because he never thought she'd actually saying it, or feel it towards him at all.

She tilted a smile towards him, thumb brushing over his parted lips, and told him, "Don't say anything."

Which was good, because his words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't anyway. He felt her lay her head down against his chest and together, for the first time, they breathed. It might have been the romantic in him, but France swore that he could feel their hearts beating in sync.

// How You Told Him //

France had been spending his afternoon on his patio. His office felt stuffy and confined, and as he leaned back and listened to the sounds of nature, he felt much more relaxed. Er, well, until she entered the scene.

"You're a stupid bastard."

He raised an eyebrow and looked over at her, wondering why she was suddenly so angry. She did have those annoying bouts of said anger towards him, but France hadn't seen it this empowered since…he smirked as he remembered that night.

Apparently, smirking was the wrong thing to do. Lexi's eyes grew darker, more deadly, and France felt himself shivering before he could stop himself. Sure, she was slightly freaky when she was angry, but there was something so sexy about her fury that made him quiver with lust. Whether Lexi noticed or not was unsure, but it didn't really matter because her anger didn't seem to be letting up.

"Uh, mon amour, why am I a stupid bastard this time?" he leaned back in his seat to look at her. His eyes traveled the length of her body, locking onto her long, tanned legs. By the time he'd gotten back to her eyes, he had a feeling she finally understood what was going on. (His was blatantly checking her out, after all.)

In less than a moment she was crawling on top of him, legs straddling both of his as she leaned into him. He raised another eyebrow but couldn't deny that it felt pretty good being so close to her. Her anger still flashed in her eyes.

"Oh, France," she murmured, pressing tiny kisses from his jaw over to his ear. He shivered again, hands sliding up to grip her waist. He felt her lick the hollow of his ear and he had to hold back a moan. "France," she snickered, "you're a stupid bastard because you got me pregnant."

And then she was gone, flying off of him in and smirking the shocked aftermath. And France, never to have been one to let a chase go unfinished, stood up and dusted himself off with what he hoped was a dignified expression. He was going to teach that woman a lesson in the art of wit. And maybe a few others arts, as well~

// The Birth //

There were certain things that Lexi had never, ever, ever anticipated. And yes, one of those things had to do with having France's child.

She gripped the man's hand, glaring fiercely at him as though this entire thing was all his fault. In response to her obvious anger, France merely patted her hand and gave her one of those 'charming' smiles. Except this time, his smile was a little more sheepish than usual.

This was crazy. Absolutely crazy. Sure, Lexi had never thought she'd be having his kid, but she always never thought she'd be at all pleased by it. It hurt like hell, but it wasn't a terrible pain because she knew she'd get something amazing out of it when it was over.

She could already imagine what their child would look like. He'd definitely have her personality…definitely. He'd look like her, too. In fact, if she was lucky, the baby would be just like her. She didn't want France to make the poor thing perverted in any way.

She was just about to tell this to him when another harsh contraction stung through her. She gasped, grinding her teeth together and squeezing his hand tighter in hers. It hurt so badly that she couldn't breath.

"You're nearly done," the doctor coaxed. He said something else -- something about seeing the head and how much easier it would be at that stage -- but Lexi couldn't really grasp onto the words. She was pushing with all her had and it was making her queasy.

She could sorta hear France's voice in her ear, too. The tones of his accent made her a little bit more relaxed. She leaned towards him, eyes shutting closed and pushing as hard as she could…and then it was suddenly over. A loud, harried crying filled the static air.

Her eyes flew open in wonderment at the sound. It was a beautiful sound that caught her off guard. She stared at the tiny form that was being wrapped in a bundle and felt France stand up.

The nurse turned toward them and gave them a heartwarming, proud smile. "Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Bonnefoy. It’s a baby boy."

"Oh," a strangled, half-relieved sigh left Lexi's throat. A boy? She had a son now…her very own son…and France was the father of that son…

She suddenly glared at him, relaxation gone from her body as she reached over to grab his collar. He looked pretty surprised at her sudden bout of fury, but seemed to know exactly what she was going to say because he started grinning.

"If you teach that boy to be a damned pervert I swear I'm gonna move in with England."

The color drained from his face and he whimpered out a halfhearted, "But mon amour~ That's a little harsh, don't you think --"

She cut him off with a glare that wasn't really a glare, catching him off guard again at the sudden swirl of emotion in her eyes. With a shrug, France wrapped an arm around his wife and the baby was given to Lexi.

"Don't worry, Preston," she cooed, and France smiled at the name they'd given the babe. "I'll save you from your perverted, disgusting father~"

The poor man beside her could only gape at them as anime tears rolled down his cheeks.

// Epilogue //

It was harder to keep Preston away from France's influence than Lexi had initially thought. It was very, very hard indeed.

"Momma! Look what daddy showed me!" she scooped up her 5 year old son and took a peek at the magazine he was clutching…only to glare at it with all the hatred she had.

She jerkily eased the magazine from her not so innocent son's hands and told him, "Go outside and play, Preston. Mommy needs to have a little chat with your father." Your disgusting, perverted father.

She found him in his office upstairs. But he wasn't doing any work -- not that she was surprised by this. Instead, he was drinking wine and talking on the phone. By the sound of the insults he was throwing out, he was talking to England. Hmmm, actually, this might be a good thing…

He saw her when she walked into the room, and immediately gulped at the anger radiating from his wife. He spoke a little faster, trying to end the conversation with the frog, but to his surprise Lexi just grabbed the phone and said, "England? Hi, this is Lexi."

"Lexi? Tell that idiot that my cooking does not taste like rocks -- "

"Sure, Arthur, I will. But first I really need to ask you a favor. Preston's become too much like his father and I'm worried about Autumn ending up the same way. I don't think you'd mind us moving in with you, would you?" she turned to send a heart-stopping glare at her shocked husband's face. "You know how France can be."

It was silent for a moment on the other end, but then England started laughing loudly. France twitched and glowered as his rival spoke up, "Anything to make that wretch annoyed! Haha! Come any time you want, Lex!"

She was about to answer when her husband's hand grabbed the phone and he flung it back into the cradle. He turned pleading, slightly aggravated eyes to her. He hadn't missed the nickname England had called her, and didn't like how familiar the two seemed to be.

But before he could say anything, Lexi held up the magazine that featured nude women in skimpy bikinis and tossed it onto his desk. "You asked for it," she shrugged, and left the gaping man in his office to go have a little talk with her five year old son.


Monday, June 18, 2012

A Hayato Gokudera Baby Daddy -- Demolished

Character: Hayato Gokudera

Fandom: Katekyo HItman Reborn! [TYL]

OC: Mei Akasawa, cheerful, naïve

Inspiration: The prompt ran away from me again, but somehow I'm not really surprised…|D

// How You Met //

It all started, as many things did, in the classroom.  The day Mei transferred into her new school was the day that she met him.  The guy she decided that she'd hate until the day she died.  (She was 13 and tried her best to hold grudges.)

"Everyone, this is a new student, Mei Akasawa, who will be joining us this year."  The class chorused a happy, albeit lazy, 'hello' and Mei was sent to the only empty seat available…which, of course, happened to be next to him.

She'd tried to be nice at first, really, because she was always very cheerful towards people.  But there was something about him that made her so frustrated.  "Um…hello.  I'm Mei-"

"I already heard your name, idiot.  Just sit down already.  You're blocking my view of the board."  And the gray haired boy rolled his eyes and began to work out one of the problems the class had been given.

She huffed, irritated, but slid into her seat regardless and pushed her bag beneath the desk.  Since everyone was doing that math problem, she decided she'd have a go at it as well and began to work it out.  She was always a whiz at math, and many other subjects as well.  So it made sense that she'd have the answer before anyone else.

Which was why she raised her hand and was able to give a confident answer.  But…then he got in her way when he pointed out a mistake. 

"You must have done something wrong.  The answer is actually 102 to the third power.  Why don't you recheck your addition."

She ground her teeth together at his audacity.  Her addition?!  Yes: the day she transferred into her new school was the day she realized that her cheerful attitude would probably be demolished due to Hayato Gokudera's incessant annoyances.  

// How It Happened //

Mei would never go drinking again.  No really, this time she meant it.  She had a blistering headache and, upon waking, very nearly wished for her own death.  Her low tolerance for alcohol had once again gotten the better of her.  She grumbled and rolled over…and right into the back of a man.  Huh.

She splayed her fingers over the back, trying to remember who it was.  She wasn't normally the type who'd sleep with people…or go drinking at all.  But Hayato wanted to -- oh…this was probably Hayato.  Who else would it be?!  He was her boyfriend, after all, and they lived together.  And there was no way in hell that he'd let her go home with someone else.  How silly of her.

Sure enough, when the man rolled over to meet her, Hayato's eyes found her.  He raised a brow at her apparent lack of sense and couldn't help but be amused.  "How are you feeling?"

She glared at him halfheartedly, because it was pretty obvious that she felt like shit and didn't want to talk.  But she did anyway, "…Never let me drink again."

He chuckled and edged closer to her, cradling her against his chest.  With a jolt of surprise, she realized that they were both nearly naked beneath the covers.  He must have seen the look on her face, because he murmured dryly, "You don't remember, do you?"  It wasn't really a question so much as a statement.

She shook her head, inhaling his scent and whining, "My head hurts, Hayato."

He sighed, but it wasn't in annoyance.  Pressing little kisses over her cheek, he whispered, "Let me jog your memory."  And she didn't struggle as he rolled her onto her back and captured her mouth with his.  It didn't take long to ignite that familiar passion within them both, and soon their mouths were working heatedly with each other.

He blazed a trail down her neck, teeth grazing over her tender skin and leaving little red marks in his wake.  He was claiming her as his own, so that no other man could touch her.  She was his now.

She wriggled beneath him and he groaned at the friction it caused between their lower bodies.  He was already so hard, so ready to take her, and she gasped at the obvious erection poking her thigh.  His kisses became rougher.

Hayato's hands wove over her, dragging up her body and clinging to her wrists before pinning them above her head.  She struggled slightly, but it was only because she knew how madly it made him want her. 

A moan that sounded suspiciously like his name bubbled up her throat.  It was obvious that she was completely at his mercy, utterly submissive and ready for him, too.  It was this realization that made him quicken his pace, grinding his lower body against hers and stealing away every last breath she drew.

"Ready?" he wondered in a husky, lust-induced voice.  When she opened her eyes to look at him, all she could see was that desire clouding his vision.  It made her excited that said desire was all for her. 

She couldn't really answer, because she couldn't really breath.  But he knew she was ready for him, and had been long before they'd even begun.  It was apparent in her eyes, in the way she looked at him, and in the way her body was moving below him.  A soft, pleading moan slid past her lips and her hands locked behind him, slipping over the bare skin of his back. 

He grunted in appreciation and leaned down to capture her mouth again.  Her fingers tugged at the edges of his boxers, fumbling a bit before finally pulling them past his hips.  When his manhood was released, she couldn't help but whimper.  She could feel it pressing up against her core, the tip just barely scraping against her, and it sent wild, uncontrolled shivers to race up and down her spine.

Her panties came next, following the burning trail his fingers made as he pulled them down her legs.  She watched him with blurry eyes, powerless to the emotions she was forced to surrender to.  But she wanted to give in and she wanted to surrender.

She was saying his name before he'd even slid into her.  Her nails dug into his back as he thrust deeply, fully sheathing himself into her core and waiting, just for a few moments, while she grew accustomed to his size.  It was a little uncomfortable at first, because she was squeezing him so tightly, but the discomfort disappeared as soon as he started moving.  And then, it was bliss.

"Nnng…!  Haa--Hayato!" her nails dug painfully into his back as he pinned her to the mattress.  He groaned, slowly dragging his throbbing manhood out and then burying himself back into her hot folds.  He locked his gaze onto hers, kissing her face with a tenderness that he rarely showed.

It felt like he was coming home.  Like he was relaxing after a long days work.  Like she was his world, and he was finally coming back to her.  He pressed a kiss to her shoulder, biting it gently and making her go wild.  Her fingers tangled into his hair as his hands gripped her breasts.  His free hand trailed down her body and dove against her nub, and for a moment, all she saw were stars.

And then…  "Hayato!  H-Hayato, mmmh…H-!" 

He angled her hips so that he could reach her better, sending her a small smile to show that yes, she could come, and that yes, he would follow.  He could already feel himself doing so.  His cock was swelling within her and he knew it wouldn't be very long.  He thrust deeply into her, picking up his pace and very nearly yelling aloud when he felt her body clamp down on his manhood. 

He buried his face in the crook of her neck and came, fluids mingling with hers as she followed suit.  There was nothing that could compare to the feeling of being one with her, of having everything she was and giving her his essence in return. 

When all was said and done, and they were nothing more than a recovering heap of tangled limbs in the center of the bed, Mei couldn't be happier.  Well…actually, she could.

"…Hayato?" she looked over at him and he cracked an eye open.  He looked exhausted, but utterly relaxed as he lay beside her, arm slung around her waist.  Well, now was as good a time as any.  "Marry me?"

His reaction was delayed.  But when it came, it came fast.  His eyes widened in shock and he sat up, sheet falling down to his waist as he turned to gape at her.  She just lay there waiting for his response, a sly smirk upon her face.

"W-W-What?!"  his expression must have been humorous, because she burst out laughing and he glowered at her before slinking back down onto his back, probably thinking she was joking.

Her hands slid over his chest and she hovered at his side, peering at him with a raised brow.  "Hayato, I wasn't kidding, you know.  I really want you to marry me."

It was silent while he studied her.  He took her in, from the way her hair was a messy tangle of knots to the flush of her skin and, finally, the spark of her compassionate eyes.  And he really couldn't imagine a life without her.  He didn't really know how to be happy -- truly happy -- until he had met her.  She was frustrating and sometimes too sweet, but she was his, and he wouldn't let her go for anything.

"…We'll have to tell your parents."  Hayato sighed, rolling his eyes, "I hate your parents…" 

But Mei wasn’t listening anymore.  She was squealing and tumbling into his arms and kissing every inch of his skin she could reach, and then she was kissing his lips, and forgetting that she had a headache.  And Hayato could never turn down a kiss from her, so they ended up staying in bed for far longer than they had originally intended.

// Epilogue //

The sun was just setting in the horizon.  The evening air was strangely peaceful, and it made Hayato feel at ease.  He sat hunched over on the front steps of his house, elbows resting on his knees and cigarette hanging loosely from between his lips.

Inside, he knew his wife was probably freaking out at him and the fact that he wasn't helping her out with dinner.  But he needed a little relaxation -- some time to clear his head -- and he'd go in when he was ready and only then.  His stubborn streak didn't allow him any lenience.

He tilted his head back, watching the brilliant sunset.  His fingers pulled at the cigarette and he took a long drag, inhaling the smoke before watching it dissipate into the evening sky.  Yep -- this was the life.  These little slivers of peace was exactly what he needed --


He turned, finding Mei at the door a few feet behind him.  She was watching him with a slightly concerned expression.  All traces of her previous annoyance was gone.  He was happy about that.

She slid out of the door, quietly sitting beside her lover.  As she did, he threw an arm around her shoulders and sighed.  Now, where was he?  Peace, quiet, relaxing.  The feelings felt intensified now that Mei was with him.

"I'm sorry…" he heard from beside him, and looked over to his wife.  Her head was dropped a bit, her eyes downcast.  She didn't look as cheery as she normally did, and it worried him a little.

"Huh?" he frowned.  They had gotten into a fight before, but he'd already forgotten about it.  He knew how she was and knew that arguing was just an outlet for her frustration.  And she had the right to be frustrated, especially when it came to him.  He wasn't exactly the easiest guy to live with, after all.

"I…I know I get mad at you a lot," she murmured, glancing up at him with saddened eyes.  "I'm sorry for that."

He studied her for a moment, and then took his cigarette from his mouth and smashed it against the cement stairs.  With his newly freed hand, he touched her chin.  "Don't apologize."  He didn't say anything else, but he didn't really need to.  She knew him inside and out, and understood his silence.

A small smile edged it's way onto her lips and she leaned in to kiss his cheek.  For a moment, they both reveled in the peace of the sunset, feeling refreshed and calm.  But then, the sound of a baby's cries made her stiffen and glance behind her.

"Oh!  It's really time to eat, Hayato.  Come inside," and she stood up quickly, because the baby's cries were getting louder.

He grumbled lightly but followed.  Sure, Mei could get frustrating and angry, and she picked fights with him over silly little things.  But he loved her with all he was, and he was lucky that she was such a forgiving woman. 

Before she could reach out and open the door, Hayato grabbed her waist and spun her back around, pressing his mouth to hers lazily.  Her eyes widened in slight surprise, but she couldn't deny the warmth that spread through her chest.  She smiled into the kiss and returned it, fingering the collar of his shirt for a moment before drawing back with a smirk.

He brushed his fingers through his hair as he watched her enter the house.  Somehow, he had a feeling it would be a long night.