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Sunday, March 17, 2013

A Bad Touch Trio Lemon -- Fire, Ignited



Character(s): Prussia, Spain, and France

Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia

OC: Audrey, long brown hair, blue eyes, quick to anger

Inspiration: Oh I don't know..how bout a hotel room?


Life was never boring when Audrey was friends with the three countries before her now.  They seemed to have a knack for causing a wide variety of trouble and she always seemed to be the one to get them out of it.  As a lawyer, she supposed it was in her nature to help others in such a way.  But it didn't mean she had to like it.  At least, she didn't have to like this particular case.
Plus, the hotel room that was France's wasn't allowing Audrey to feel very comfortable.  She knew it was probably a bad idea to accept any offer he made -- especially when it involved hotel rooms -- but she was pressed for time and had other entanglements.  Like the UN meeting that was going to take place only two hours from then.
All the countries were gathered in this hotel for that sole purpose.  It was the first time such a thing had happened, but then again this year was a commemorative one.  There was to be a big annual party after the meeting to celebrate the UN's anniversary creation and whatnot.
"Is the champagne to your liking, Mademoiselle?"  France's voice drifted over the quiet lull of the room.  He leaned back in his own chair and swished the contents of his glass around as though to annunciate his question.  Audrey opened her mouth to respond, but Prussia beat her to it as he scoffed and crossed his arms, "Nein, I'm sure she would rather have some Prussian beer, wouldn't you Frau?"  Spain merely watched platonically.
With a roll of her eyes Audrey tore her gaze back to the stack of papers sitting in her lap.  She'd been filling them out for the past half hour, trying to make sense of the ridiculous matters that these three had gotten into.  Something about a massive breakage inside an antique shop.  It had probably been France's idea, and Prussia had most likely been the one to mess it up so horribly.  And Audrey never really understood Spain's part in the trio, because he shifted from the prime evildoer to the background music and every time she was forced to get involved, his place was different.
She jotted down her signature on the paper she was reading and sighed, pulling it out and handing it to Prussia, who was closest.  "Sign this, would you?  And then give it to the others to sign."
He looked at it with narrowed, untrusting eyes, "What is this, Frau?"
"Don't call me that." She warned, and then said, "It's proof that I'm your lawyer and that I'm responsible for you at the court hearing in two weeks."  She glanced at the seemingly innocent expressions on the faces around her and scowled darkly, "So don't you dare muck it up, ya hear?"  Because she, of all people, knew how adept they were at causing havoc.
France raised a brow, "Court hearing?  You've always been able to get us out of them before.  Are you loosing your touch, ma cherie?  I could reignite it -- ohonhonhon~"
Audrey rolled her eyes again and threw him a glare.  "Not interested.  And something's gotta give this time.  I can't save your asses every time you mess up."  Under her breath, she muttered, "Why couldn't I have been assigned to a different set of countries?!"
Spain chuckled, being the only one to have heard her as France and Prussia began arguing.  He leaned in, mischievous spark in his emerald eyes, and told her, "Life would simply not be the same without us, mi Tomate~"
She raised a brow, "That's the first time I've heard you speak all day, Antonio."  He just gave her a smile and shrugged.  He was definitely playing sweet.
Audrey nodded to herself and stood up, brushing off her pencil skirt and rearranging her papers.  When she looked up, she was surprised to find all three pairs of eyes were turned to her, and the room had became strangely silent.  She tilted her head curiously.  "I'm finished here.  I'll be back in my office cataloguing these -- "
"Non, ma fue [1].  You will be finished when we say you can."  When she looked into France's eyes, they were overcome by the same mischief that had been in Spain's only moment before.
Confusion captured her features.  Did they want something else?  She had done all she could for them this time around.  The court hearing was final and they were lucky they didn't get more.  When she asked her question allowed, Prussia was the one to respond, and his voice held traces of a deep, husky amusement that confused Audrey all the more.
"Kesese.  We want a lot of things from you, Frau.  You have no idea."
And she didn't.  The only thing she was aware of was her own gut feeling, which was screaming at her to leave.  The atmosphere of the room had shifted from light to dark and she suppressed a shiver at the realization.
Suddenly, two hands appeared at her shoulders and pushed her back into her chair with a gentle force.  When she glanced behind her at Spain, he merely gave her that smile of his and patted her head as though she were a child. 
France stood up, placing his empty champagne glass on a nearby surface before meandering to the hotel door.  The ominous click of the lock sent Audrey's heart racing against her chest.  She had a vague idea of what was happening -- she wasn't stupid, you know -- and her fears began to come to life as she felt Spain's hands on her shoulders once more.
Only they didn't stay at her shoulders.  They lingered there for a few seconds before dipping down her arms, thumbs rubbing relaxing circles against the sleeves of her blouse as he went.  His hot breath spread over her ear and she shivered, trying to make sense of the jumbled emotions that were solidifying within her.
But it was useless, and she became even more confused as Spain undid the first button of her blouse, and then the next.  Her face exploded with red and, in a moment of desperation, she lunged out and clung to Spain's hands to prevent him from doing anything more.  Yes, she was frightened, and she wasn't sure what she wanted.  She'd never had three men at once before and it was jostling her confidence.  And, she knew, it was against her belief to have affairs with her bosses.
But Spain gently loosened her grasp from his hands, and his lack of force calmed her.  He reached up to palm her cheek, pushing her chin towards him and letting her see his smile. 
"No need to worry, Querida [2].  We just want to help you relax."  His lips wavered over hers, as though gauging her reaction.  When Audrey didn't reject him, Antonio pressed a soft kiss to her mouth.
It made her heart nearly jump out of her chest.  Her eyes drifted closed and she was gone, self control meaningless in the face of Antonio's sweet lips.  She had never known him to be quite this gentle, and it pleased her as much as it surprised her.
They were interrupted only when Prussia scoffed loudly and stood.  His eyes were hard and intense when Audrey looked up at him.  A little bit of her fear returned as a result, for he was a drastic difference from Spain.
"How about we get the real fun going, hmm?" he knelt down before her chair, nestled between her legs as his hands slid up to grasp onto her thighs.  Audrey blinked down at him and then scowled, somehow feeling more annoyed than scared.  It was that smirk, she decided.  She wanted to wipe that annoying smirk off of Prussia's face.
But certain things had to be taken into account before that could happen.  Like the fact that Spain's hands were drifting again, and her shirt was nearly undone.  And the fact that Prussia was also getting impatient as he fiddled with the zipper of her skirt. 
"Verdammt [3],"  he scowled, and Audrey had to suppress a laugh because she quite enjoyed his displeasure.  Unfortunately for her, the Prussian albino caught it. 
He narrowed his eyes at her, and with one hard pull, the zipper snapped in his hands and he tore the fabric of her skirt up her thighs.  Audrey gasped and then glared at him.  "That was my favorite skirt, you asshole." 
But her words had no effect on Prussia.  He merely threw her an amused smirk and told her, "I'll make up for it very soon, Spatzi [4]."  And then he was hooking his fingers into her panties and tugging them down her smooth legs.
She blushed heavily and squirmed in the chair, feeling exposed and uncomfortable.  She'd move to cover herself, but Spain had her upper body preoccupied.  And there was also that lingering feeling that told her how much she wanted to proceed.
She wouldn't lie, at least not to herself.  Audrey had dreamt of these men.  They were attractive -- almost sinfully so -- and many a night had been spent laying awake and restless as she wondered what she was to them.  She liked to think of herself as a friend, but what they were doing now spoke differently.
Spain had finished undoing her shirt as she was lost in her thoughts, and the feel of cold air hitting her abdomen brought her back to the present.  But Spain did not remove the shirt completely, and for that she was grateful.  It was only a shred of decency, but it made Audrey feel a little bit better about being so terribly exposed.
She felt a finger swirl around her clit, and looked down to watch Gilbert touch her.  It gave her a dizzying effect, and she had to close her eyes for a moment.  When she opened them again, the Prussian man was staring at her with those intense red eyes of his, and it caused thousands of shivers to implode within her. 
He thumbed her nub, rolling his fingers against her folds and skillfully pleasing her.  She was still uncomfortable, but not so much as before. 
Spain's hands slid down her, and she realized that she'd nearly forgotten about him.  He felt her up with one fluid stroke, pressing lightly past her breasts and swirling around her naval.  As he retraced his movements, Antonio caught the edges of her bra and slid the cups down.
Audrey gasped and craned her head back as his hands descended upon her breasts.  That, coupled with the fingers that Prussia was now pumping in and out of her, was making her quickly forget about who and what she was.
But it wasn't Spain's touch or Prussia's fingers that ultimately gave way to her peak.  No, it was the eyes that were watching her from across the room, twinkling in hidden mischief and something else, something greater and more powerful than she could understand.  It was the lustful eyes of France that made Audrey gasp as her orgasm ripped through her.  She didn't look away from him once as she came.  She couldn't -- she was too busy studying the dark promise that captured his beautiful blue gaze.
The silence afterwards was one of relieved desperation.  Audrey breathed deeply, legs still spread apart even though Prussia's fingers had long since left her.  She couldn't bear the thought of moving in any way or dispelling the peaceful atmosphere of the room.  Not until France gave her a reason to, anyway.
Even now, in the midst of their sinful actions, he managed to play the romantic as he drew her hands toward him and pressed his mouth to her knuckles.  His eyes peered up at her, shifting over the planes of her face with a suave smirk that made her heart sprint back up.
"Are you feeling better now, ma cheri?"  a swift chuckle wavered over her skin.
His eyes were alight with such mischief that Audrey couldn't help but feel rather excited about it.  She was sure that she'd remember this day long after it happened, and there was little doubt in her mind that France would be the one she remembered best of all.
So in a bout of devilry, Audrey decided to play coy.  A wicked smirk lit her face and her hand reached out to curl around his belt buckle.  He was dragged closer to her with a promise of dark passion shifting through her eyes.
Oh, France liked to see that.  He liked it very much.  He returned her smirk and chuckled again as he felt her hands begin to smooth out over his body.  Her touch was making him harder and she wasn't even doing anything explicit!  Threading his fingers through her hair, Francis tilted her head upward and, at the last possible moment, crashed his mouth against hers.
This kiss was different from Antonio's.  When Spain's was gentle and forgiving, France's was demanding and hard.  But the effects were still the same, if not greater, and Audrey could feel her body reacting as his hands cupped her neck.
And then, before she could really understand what was going on, France was pulling her onto her feet and the contact between them was broken as she fell onto the nearby mattress.  She glared up at the Frenchman, clearly not appreciating the manhandling.  But her anger lasted for only a moment before she noticed how all three men were standing close to the edge of the bed, gazing at her calmly.
There was nothing quite so erotic as having three men tower over you with such obvious erections.  At least, Audrey thought so.  But she took her time in sitting up, utterly amused by the look of impatience on Prussia's face and the one of hidden lust on Spain's.  France, she decided would be her primary target.  Because she dearly wanted to see what his face looked like when he was lustful enough to be brought to the edge.
Audrey moved to the end of the mattress, directly before France, and drifted her hands over him.  He looked pleased that she had chosen him, and flashed her his signature perverted grin as she began to unbutton his shirt. 
Unfortunately, however, impatience won out over the desire to see him utterly naked.  There was always time for that later, Audrey decided, and so his shirt ended up splaying out over his pale hips as his pants were jerked down.  His erection, which was shockingly hard, twisted up to meet her.
He was big, that much was obvious.  And it was apparent that he'd been ready for a while, maybe before they'd even begun.  Precum was already leaking out of his tip and she couldn't wait to partake in him.  But as much as she wanted to, there was a stark desire surfacing in her control, and it had to do with seeing him helpless and begging.
She hummed and stroked him lightly with teasing fingers.  Her eyes jerked up to his and she smirked at the impatience in his gaze.  But his hands remained in his pockets and he didn't try to force her to do anything.  He merely stood there casually and watched her sit before his cock, eyes darkening in passion with every touch she bestowed. 
Her fingers curled about him and she was surprised to find that she nearly couldn't get all the way around his girth.  Her shock must have shown clearly on her face, because Francis chuckled and finally reached out to her.  His fingers gently stroked her hair, eyes glistening in amusement. 
Damn it, that was exactly the attitude that Audrey was trying to be rid of!  She narrowed her eyes at him and decided to give into temptation and just taste him already.  Her tongue curled out to prod his tip and his breath gently sucked in.  That was a good sign, she reckoned, and so she continued the teasing pass of her slick organ, running it down the bulging vein on the underside of his dick but not quite taking him fully into her mouth.
His control was beginning to strain, she knew.  She could feel it in the way he stood, with his hand tensing in her hair.  She heard it in the way his breath came out slightly faster, and in the way his eyes flickered down at her, as though silently screaming at her to hurry up.
But she wouldn't.  She didn't want to.  This was too precious, this opportunity, and she wasn't going to let it go to waste.  She was already aching again and she knew that she wouldn't feel satisfied until she had France feeling a similar desire.
Something must have broken the self control of the other two, because it wasn't long until they were shuffling out of their clothes and handling their own erections.  Audrey felt Prussia grab her hand and suddenly, she was dealing with two hard cocks.  He forced her fingers around him and guided her movements, one knee propped up against the bed so he wouldn't fall.
Spain didn't try to force her, but Audrey wouldn't let him pleasure himself when she was there.  Her other free hand blindly reached for him, palming his erection and pumping it in and out of her fingers.  She heard him moan lightly at the sudden touch, and his hands slid around her wrists and jostled her faster.  She let him, all her attention being drawn back to the man before her.
She smirked up at him and finally gave him what he dearly wanted.  Her lips wrapped around his length and he released a pent up breath as she began sucking on him.  He tasted good, so good that he didn't even have to tell her to move faster, or to suck him harder.  His hips shifted slightly and set a pace, and she enjoyed meeting it.  It showed her that he wanted more, that he wouldn't be satisfied until she brought him to release, and it made her so excited that she could hardly take it.
Somewhere between the thrusts of France's hips and the movement of her own hands, Audrey felt hands tumble over her.  She couldn't see exactly who it was, but she knew it was probably Spain because it was a gentle touch.  His fingers wandered over her skin and down her back, sliding over her round ass and then slinking back up to cup a breast.  How he was able to multitask like that, she'd never know, but it felt good to have someone glorifying her body and she craved more, wanted more hands to roam over her and discover what made her tick.
All in good time, she thought.  Soon, she would receive that and more.  She whimpered at the thought and knew that France enjoyed hearing it, and also feeling the vibrations of her moan roll up his cock.  He exhaled loudly and buried both hands into her hair, bringing her callously against him as he jerked farther into her mouth.  She choked slightly and he relented immediately, seeming to remember himself.  But she didn't want him to remember himself.  She wanted him to break that tight control and give in.
"Enough of this," Prussia suddenly grunted roughly.  He jerked his hips away from her hand and took a moment to catch his breath, which had been all but lost in the throws of what he'd considered a semi-delicious passion.  But it wasn't full, never full, until he had himself pressed completely within her and was watching her react and gasp and beg for more.
Audrey slowed and drew away from France, ignoring his short whine at the loss of contact.  The blonde nation turned to Prussia with haughty, annoyed eyes, "Be a gentleman and let the Mademoiselle decide."
Audrey was a little surprised at France's words, and at the respect he so obviously had for her.  She glanced up at him and into his fiery blue eyes, and wondered at the emotion caged within them.  He was aching something awful for her, and it showed everywhere: his expression, his eyes, his body, his stiff, hard manhood.  She realized that he was rather like the Grecian statues he often admired, so masculine and yet soft and gentle at the same time.
"Yes, alright," Audrey acquiesced.  It was really about time they started the real fun, after all.  The UN meeting was barely an hour away and she still wanted to try to go to it, and the party afterwards.  So she found herself pushing her body backwards on the bed and glancing at the three men before her.
It was obvious that Prussia wanted the action first.  It was even more obvious that Audrey wanted France to be part of it.  But instead she turned to Spain, who stood quietly and maybe even a little uncomfortably to the side, his gentle brown eyes admiring her soft curves with none of the hunger that lit the other pairs of eyes.
"Spain," Audrey murmured, reaching for him.  Surprise flitted over his face for half a second before it disappeared behind his smiling eyes.  He walked the three steps it took him to get to the bed and slid onto it, sighing out in relief as he pushed his warm body over hers.  "I've always wondered what it felt like to make love to a Spaniard," Audrey whispered to him, so softly that only he could hear, and he smiled widely.  "You will soon find out.  But I'm afraid the others won't let me have you all to myself tonight."
Audrey hummed in agreement and Prussia stepped forward, scowling.  "Fine.  Antonio gets front but I get back!"  The threat was heavy on his tongue and his eyes glittered darkly, but not evilly. 
Audrey sighed and allowed Antonio to wiggle down onto his back.  His cock was throbbing painfully against her inner thigh and she rather thought it felt harder than any other she'd had.  Spain's hands gently caressed her body and brought her down slowly, guiding her smoothly onto his manhood.  She let out a muffled moan at the slight pain his girth brought her, but after a few hesitant thrusts the discomfort had disappeared and all that remained was something akin to bliss.  She dearly wanted to test these feelings out more fully, but Prussia didn't enjoy being ignored and he seemed completely intent of getting his own way.
His hands slid over her ass.  The bed was pushed down as he climbed onto it.  Audrey jerked her head back and looked at him with eyes that were a little frightened, which made him pause in surprise.  "Gilbert…be gentle.  It's my first time doing…you know…"  She didn't know why she couldn't say it.  It wasn't nearly as dirty as what she was doing right now, with three men.  But she was still afraid because she knew it was going to hurt and the thought didn't appeal to her.  And, she knew, Prussia was rarely gentle.
Gilbert hummed and leaned in to kiss her shoulder blade.  "I will try, Spatzi.  Try to relax."
She did try.  It wasn't too hard to do with Spain just below her.  His warm hands and eyes and lips flattened out her worries long enough for her to feel a little excitement, but it wasn't enough to hold her fears away.  They tore back through her as Prussia pushed himself into her.
Her back arched with the tremendous pain and little, harsh whimpers cascaded from her lips.  Audrey buried her head into the crook of Antonio's neck and he embraced her, his fingers tickling promises down her back as she grappled for even ground. 
Prussia was gentle, as gentle as he could manage, and he sacrificed a few long moments that were probably painful for him, too, as she adjusted to him.  But waiting wouldn't cure the discomfort, and soon Gilbert was slowly thrusting into her, easing his own pain but increasing hers.
Antonio whispered to her in soft Spanish, drowning away the rest of the world with his easy, sweet voice and vibrant words.  She kissed his chest and his neck and his cheek and finally his lips, in thanks and in something more primal.  And soon, the pain was completely gone and something else took it's place, something she'd never felt before, something that had her toes curling and moans rocking through her as the two bodies crushed her between them.
"How do you feel now, Spatzi?" Gilbert grinned, leaning in to press a kiss to her shoulder.  She gasped and arched her back, pushing her ass firmly against him as he thrust wildly into her.  She couldn't possibly answer him.  Her words melted before they found air.  She was too busy getting lost in the absolutely wonderful bliss that the two men were giving her.  Two men, not three.  And then her thoughts whirled back to France, who was watching from the chair, doing the only thing he could to find his own pleasure.
A twinge of guilt hit her harder than she thought it would.  She caught his eyes and he sent her a small smile, dark and even a little leery.  Her gaze travelled to his cock and then darted back to his eyes.  She tried to silently tell him the things she'd like to do to him when Antonio and Prussia were done, but whether or not he caught it she didn't know, and her mind quickly relapsed back into the bliss her body was experiencing.
It took a long time to find release, surprisingly.  Gilbert came first, consumed by the tightness that was offered to him.  His pace picked up suddenly and he grunted out something unintelligible in German that was probably a warning, and then he was filling her with his hot seed.  Audrey almost felt bad about him drawing away, and about the lack of warmth behind her, but then Antonio was given more room to take her and she fell directly into the pleasant, free feeling of his love.
His voice was a cadence of romance, his lilting words incoherent but still beautiful.  Beautiful enough to bring her close, and then his body did the rest as he tipped her over the edge and made her forget her own name, her life, her dreams.
His fingers tangled through her hair and she laid her head on his chest, panting out random words that she could neither grasp not make sense of.  All Audrey knew was that she felt good.  More than good: indestructible, infinite.  It was a feeling most people only get once in their lives, but for her it would happen multiple times in the course of one night.
France.  He was still watching, eyes still dark.  He watched Audrey raise herself off of Spain, watched as Antonio pressed a gentle kiss to her lips before easing himself off the bed.  He watched as she turned to him, her eyes dark and wide and passionate, her lips bruised and parted, her body spent but ready for more.  It wasn't the most ideal of moments, not exactly how he planned to take her.  In his dreams, he hadn't had to watch his best friends have their turn with her first; he hadn't had to sit out as his woman came undone from other hands that weren't his own.  And maybe it was foolish of him to think of Audrey as his woman, because she'd never once told him that she wanted to be his woman, or anyone's woman for that matter.  But he couldn't stop himself from wanting her all to himself.  He stood up and walked to the bed.
"I think she'd ready for you now, Francis~" Prussia cajoled from his place by the window, lazy and sated as he watched.  "We've helped you out, you see?"
France wanted to snarl at him, do anything to make him angry, but he couldn't, didn't have the time, because Audrey's hands were at his waist and she was dragging him close to her, and he was lost in her gaze.
She rose up to kiss him, gently at first.  He deepened the kiss almost immediately, eager to taste as much of her as possible.  The night hadn't gone as planned, not at all, but perhaps she would help to make it up.  Her fingers slid gently down his shoulders and dipped over his back.  The kiss dissolved slowly as she drew back and settled herself into the pillows.
France was slow to follow.  He wanted to admire Audrey was much as possible, he wanted to remember her and the way she looked tonight, the expressions she'd made, the sounds she'd whimpered.  So it took him a few long moments to crawl onto the mattress and to meet her halfway.
They kissed again, this time a little furiously.  Her tongue caressed his like a prayer, like a promise, and he closed his eyes to enjoy the delicious contact.  Her hands drifted over him and sunk down, down, down to where he was most sensitive.  His eyes flew back open when he felt her grasp him, and she sent him a dizzying smile that made him want to come right then and there.
"I never thought you'd be this hard for me," she whispered, in pleasure and in a little surprise, because it was true.  Before this night, she'd just been their lawyer, the one who got them out of trouble.  She'd never gotten in trouble with them before, and France, the one she selfishly admired the most, had never seemed terribly interested in getting her into more trouble.
His lips curved upwards into a deliciously sinful smirk.  He pushed her down onto the pillows and his fingers pushed against her, one hand fondling her perk breast and the other dipping lower to reach her clit.  She gasped a little as he touched her.
"I think you'd be surprised at how much I've wanted to do this to you, and how long I've struggled with the desire," he whispered back.  He'd never tell her just how long, not when she wasn't completely his.  He'd never tell her that he'd been pining after her ever since he'd met her.  At first it was purely sexual, purely the desire to see her react to him.  But it turned, as most things did, to a more innocent desire that had both shocked him and made him incessantly restless.
Audrey didn't ask, but he saw the interest in her eyes.  She wanted to know, wanted to question him further, but he wouldn't allow her to.  His fingers were replaced by his aching manhood and the thoughts immediately slipped from her mind as she stared down at their nearly connected bodies.
"I must take you now," he told her, and she saw the desperation in his eyes.  It was probably painful for him to be that erect, after all.  She spread her legs wider and curled them around his waist, silent in her approval, and he sighed out in relief.  A second later, he was pushing past the boundaries that kept them apart, and she was arching her back at the immediate pleasure of two bodies being one.
"Ohh…oh my - " her moan was cut off when he rocked suddenly into her, pinning her down on the mattress and taking her fervently.  He couldn't waste time being gentle like Antonio, but he wasn't as rough as Prussia.  Francis' roughness was different, his haste more passionate as he thrust into her again and again.
She pushed her hips toward him, trying to make him go deeper, and he chuckled at her movements.  "You are enjoying this, mon ange [5]."  It wasn't a question, because Francis could see just how much she was enjoying it.  She was practically purring for him, and each harried thrust revealed another desperate part of her that had him on the edge, always ready to bring her with him.
She moaned, keening for him as his thrusts turned harder and swifter.  They were hardly thrusts anymore, but rather ramming, bruising shifts of his body.  A small part of him, the primal part, wanted to claim her as utterly and as fully as he could. 
She grappled at his back and threw her head back, staring sightlessly at the ceiling.  He was perfect, balanced with just the right amount of gentle love and desperate passion.  His emotions tore through her and she was glad, suddenly, that she had waited for him like this.  Because now he didn't have to contend with another man.  He was all hers and she was all his, and she could get lost in the wonder and fulfillment and bliss that he was so apt to give her.
"Francis…I'm…oh!  I'm coming-!"  He angled her hips and threw himself further into the bruising passion, hitting her so directly, so perfectly that Audrey thought she might have died and gone to heaven.  Her fingers clutched the messy sheets as she felt her orgasm crash through her.  In seconds, she would be gone, but before then she had something to prove to this man.
She lifted her lips to his neck and kissed it, nibbling a little and enjoying the responding moan that he gave her.  Her voice barely rose above the sounds of their love making, but it somehow reached him, she knew it.  She knew because his eyes widened and his thrusts turned into a new sort of wilderness, something straight from the tangled remnants of his heart.
"I wanted more of you, every single part of you."
Every single part, every single part that he hadn't already given her.  More than the physicality of their new found relationship, more than the physicality of the other two men who watched them with increasing passion.  Her words made him desperate, made him insightful. 
His dug deeply into her and watched as she threw herself back into the pillows and came for him, jerking her hips delightfully against his.  And his senses went into overdrive as he felt her seize against him, heard her moaning his name, saw her reach for him.  His end was abrupt but oh so satisfying, so wonderful, so perfect, that as he fell into her chest a panting mess, he nearly forgot that they were far from alone.
He leaned down to press an aching kiss to her cheek and then her lips, pretending for a moment that they were in his own bedroom, amidst his own mussed sheets while the sun sank slowly beneath the horizon.  But his dream was shattered by the voice of Gilbert as the Prussian stood, smirking, "Is our sweet little lawyer ready for some more awesomeness?"
Audrey giggled a little and looked at France.  There was emotion in her eyes; an emotion that was only for him, and it made his heart patter delightfully in his chest.  Her eyes told his this: the night would continue onwards, but the moments she would remember most of all were the ones spent quivering beneath him.  It made him grin, swoon, and desire her all at once.
"She's all yours," Francis said, his accent thicker than usual in the afterglow.  "I think I've prepared her enough for you."
Prussia curled his lip at France but didn't reply, and Audrey just laughed and left a lingering touch on Francis' arm as he drew away.  Her body felt cold without his warmth.
She sat up and groaned a little at the soreness that already seeped through her, "I need a small break, actually.  Pour me something a little stronger than champagne, would you?"  She didn't know who she was talking to -- any of the three men, she guessed -- but luckily Antonio was quick to give her a shot of what seemed to be brandy.  It was a drink she didn't often have, because she didn't like the hard taste of it, but Audrey downed it easily tonight and enjoyed the sting of it as it went down.
France disappeared into the closet and reappeared with a couple of bathrobes.  He tossed one to Prussia -- who spluttered in annoyance -- and one to Spain and gave the last to Audrey, who sent him a thankful look as she covered herself up.
The night was far from over, and Audrey was more than qualified to handle these three men.  But that didn't mean she didn't deserve a hiatus in between.  They'd completely missed the UN meeting, as well, but there was still a party to get ready for that Audrey had no intention of missing out on, too.
So as she leaned back into the pillows, feeling more luxurious and beautiful than she ever had in her entire life, Audrey decided that she might have to rethink her previous decision to keep her relationship with these men at a business level.  Or, she smiled, glancing at the Frenchman who was now searching for a robe of his own, just one of those men.  She closed her eyes, snuggled further into the pillows, and found herself very much liking that proposal.


Translations:

[1] mon fue: My fire

[2] Querida: Darling

[3] Verdammt: Damn it

[4] Spatzi: Little sparrow

[5] mon ange: My angel

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A/N: Hope people like it and it wasn't too...foursome-y or awkward xD  Oh, and happy Saint Patrick's Day~  ^_^

14 comments:

  1. It was great XD I just can't get enough of France :)

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  2. Wow, all three of them! Amazing!

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  3. It was soo good !!! I wanna hear what happens between Audrey and Francis more like if they end up in a relationship :)

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  4. Talk about hot... Nice detail.

    You should do more 3-4 somes...

    Love to hear a baby daddy on this one :D

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  5. Trés bien! There were a few errors I noticed with the french however. When referring to a female, the possessive changes to feminine form. Like when Francis is calling Audrey his fire. It would be *ma fue instead.

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    1. Thanks! I always appreciate language corrections :)

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    2. Fire is also spelled 'feu'

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  6. Waw this fanfic is just AWESOME !!! I hope you will make others :)
    But I for fire in french this is : "Mon feu" even if this is a girl ^^' I'm french so I can tell you that our language is the most difficult language I've ever seen O.O I don't know how you guys can handle our WTF grammar XD

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  7. Please make more Bad Touch Trio lemons. As well as a Prussia Baby Daddy one, that would be Awesome!

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  8. Doesn't "querida" mean mistress?

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  9. I LOVE your lemons. Normally id email requests but ive been having issues with my account so i thought i could comment one?

    Name: Saskia
    Appearance: long black hair, purple eyes that are somewhat blue-ish, caramel skin tone
    Personality: Flirty, stubborn, loves to be dominated but also will do anything to piss of or annoy others during more intimate things, sometimes called a tease, usually kind to people.
    Who You Want:America
    Type of Request: Lemon.
    Point of View: 3rd
    Prompt: They get stuck alone together in an elevator and out of boredom she gets flirty with him?
    Any Added Info: met him while she worked at mcdonalds and they became close friends. She is a comic superhero loving dork. Likes alfred alot but never really came out and told him how she feels.

    I just thought this was a good sounding idea? My friend was reading a fanfic where two characters got stuck in a broken elevator and it had so much potential for a lemon, sadly didnt go that way.
    Please use your amazing writing skills to make this fangirls fantasies shown to the world? X3

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  10. This buggs me XD but a little bit in you wrote 'allowed' and I think you meant 'aloud'. Sorry, but I really bugs me. Love your lemons though^•^ NEEDS MORE RUSSIA!:P I am Russia obsessed.

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