Monday, May 6, 2013

An England Lemon -- Something Like Inspiration

Character: England

Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia

OC: Alexis Selvea, stormy eyes, sassy, a writer

Inspiration: Eh...sorry for the picture.  Couldn't find any good England images D:

It was one to those days.  And it was driving Alexis crazy, insane, mental with boredom.  Even the characters she was writing weren't reacting how they should.  The room, normally filled with inspiration and creative thought, was nothing more than a drab reminder that she had a deadline to meet in only four days.  And she'd barely even started.  And she'd run out of coffee.  And her fingers were cramped.
"ARG!" she tossed a pen at the wall, feeling a twisted sort of pleasure as it added to the splattered ink marks of its previously fallen brethren. 
Her office was littered with the most random items, but their oddness were usually what contributed to her thought process.  A birds nest on the side table, a bowl of stones beside it, the flag of a country she couldn't even name hung up on the far wall.  She added to the room on a whim, basing her addition decorations on how they matched color-wise and how strange they were.  But even looking at the decorative four-foot tree in the corner didn't help her mood.
"What's wrong, love?" the sudden voice of her husband wondered from the doorway.  She glanced over at him and saw the mug of coffee in his hands.  Her eyes danced with something that Arthur couldn't really identify, except that it edged on a sort of danger that he didn't dare approach.
She leaned forward, "Coffee."  And watched as he rolled his eyes and stepped into the room.  He set the mug on her desk and watched with mild amusement as she lifted it immediately and took a thankful sip.  She practically inhaled the damned stuff.  Something about it being her 'liquid inspiration'.
Arthur slid his hands to her shoulders, rubbing them softly as he gazed over her head at the open laptop.  She was hardly two paragraphs in, and it was apparent that she was writing a romance scene for one of her books.  He recognized it as the chapter that she'd been dragging her feet to write.
"Well?" he questioned, kissing the side of her head.  "What happens next?  Is the coffee helping that over-imaginative mind of yours?"
It wasn't.  Alexis sighed and shook her head.  She craned her neck to look up at him and pouted, "Arthur.  I'm suffering from the biggest mental block I've ever had."
He smiled down at her, somehow finding the situation much more endearing that she did.  "Well, you don't usually write romance scenes.  Maybe you should switch to something else for a while and then go back to it."
She stared at him for a long moment, and he raised a brow at her in return.  Her voice, when she next spoke, was riddled in an emotion he knew very, very well.  "Or I could take a break.  With you."  And her mouth twisted into a smile that he dearly wanted to kiss.
"Mmm…I think…it might be in your best interest to do exactly that," he murmured, smirking softly and turning her swivel chair to face him.  Her arms slid up his neck and he leaned in, hands shifting beneath her thighs to lift her up into his arms.  Their lips met with a sense of soft accommodation that quickly turned hasty, direct, intense.
He set her on her desk and her legs wrapped themselves around him, pulling his hips against hers.  His mouth was like a storm, pushing and pulling; giving and taking.  His love filled her up with all the strange bliss that filtered around the room.
Her fingers tunneled through his hair and she tugged his head back, watching with heady eyes as he groaned and stopped.  "What is it?" he wondered, his hands tightly grasping the back of her shirt as he waited for her to speak.
She pouted, "Arthur, be a little bit more romantic and take me to the bedroom or something." 
He raised a brow at her, "You've never complained before."
"Yes, well, before I wasn't struggling with my inspiration.  Now distract me properly."
He sighed and lifted her back up, immediately going in to kiss her as he walked to the door.  She responded wholeheartedly, melting against him as he jostled her with every step.  She was too distracted to decide if he was doing it on purpose or not, but it didn't matter anyway.  The bedroom was only a few doors down.
And entirely too far away.
"Mmm!  Arthur, stop, stop," she murmured, drawing away for the second time.  He shot her a narrowed look that she didn't really take as a threat and he said, "Alexis, I don't care where we do this so hurry up and take your pick.  Bedroom or office."  Because God, the only thing he was interested in at that point was taking her.  Burying himself so deeply within her that he'd have to struggle just to remember his name.
Evidentially, it was all she could think about, too.  Which was why, as Alexis dragged her fingers through his blonde hair, all she could really say was, "Wall," and trust that he understood.
He did, he definitely did, and hardly a moment later Arthur had her pressed between the hallway wall and him.
He ground his erection against her core and watched with through lidded eyes as she arched her back, hungrily pushing for more of the delicious contact.  But Arthur's mind was elsewhere, and his fingers moved mindlessly over her clothing, pulling at it until her shirt was hanging loose and her pants were shifted down her legs.
And then, after fixing his own pants, he was inside of her, and she was gasping and moaning because this contact felt ten times better when it was bare and raw and burning through her.
The wall wasn't a cushion, but there was something sinfully perfect about it that made being pressed up against it sweet, romantic.  She closed her eyes and sunk into the harsh feeling of being entirely dominated, a feeling that she appreciated and even longer for.  And then she opened her eyes again because she had to see him.  Had to watch him quake and shudder and moan and move.  Sinful, erotic, hers.
He breathed out her name and shifted her in his arms, pushing her farther up the wall to create more space.  The result was a barrage of thrusts that had Alexis skyrocketing, shooting upwards and moaning.  Her head hit the wall as she arched her back, pressing forward, against him.  Her fingers jaunted over the collar of his shirt, which still hung around his frame.  The entire moment was haphazard at best.  Their clothes were half on, half off and it was hard to be intimate against a wall, of all places.  But the moment was also delicious, so so amazing, simply because Arthur was around her, taking her, loving her and it made her want to explode.
Which she did, not long afterwards because his thrusts felt so good inside her and his length was so hard and amazing.  She gasped loudly and suddenly felt herself coming uncontrollably, moaning out his name loudly and tugging at his hair and kissing him and becoming utterly undone.  He watched her come with half lidded eyes that screamed out in thick desire, and when she'd finished Arthur leaned against the wall and continued on his own, still hard and so turned on.
"I'm sorry," she gasped, and they shared an exasperated chuckle that had more to do with the hurtling amount of desire they faced than the actual fact that she finished ahead of him.  Arthur only moaned and stumbled back, "S'fine."  And Alexis gave him a soft smile as he let her down.
"I'll take care of that," she said, smirking and glancing down at his length, which was hard and soaked from their contact.  He blushed a little but she didn't seem to notice.  Instead, Alexis slipped her hand into his and lead him into the bedroom, closing the door behind her even though they were alone in their house.
She didn't bother teasing him.  That sort of frivolous play was far behind them, lost in the tumults of desire and heart-wrenching lust.  There was really only one thing on Arthur's mind and she knew that, so Alexis wasted no time in pushing Arthur down onto the mattress and kissing his chest.
"How do you want me?" she asked him, almost playfully.  Her voice was tinted in a desperate, thick lust that had him craving her.  His hands pulled her into him and he pressed open mouthed kisses along her neck and shoulder.  "All of you, now," he ordered, and she nearly moaned at the sinful, decadent quality of it.
Her womanhood was still zinging with the sensation of her last orgasm.  When she pushed her lover back and slid down onto it, she threw her head back at the shattering feeling of coupling after such a short amount of time.  The moment she was fully sheathed on his member, Arthur immediately dove back into the passion, thrusting upward and burying himself again and again and again.
It felt ridiculously amazing.  She was slick and hot from her orgasm and Arthur felt so good.  He gripped her hips hard, pulling her down forcefully and rocking his hips against hers as though their lives depended upon it.  As though the Earth would crumble and fall if he didn't take her hard.  As though the sky would darken and the sun would explode and the stars would fall down down down in a shower of angry light.
They tipped into a world of their own making as they came.  Arthur lost himself first, ramming his hips and pulling her into his passion.  Alexis felt a second orgasm implode within her as she watched her lover come, his face screwed up in bliss, his body careening forward, his moans washing over her.
She tilted her head back and came hard on his member, gasping loudly, whimpering his name.  It was a force to be reckoned with, their love, and it made them immortal as they rode out the throes of lust; and satisfied as they breathed loudly and collapsed; and utterly at peace as they laid together in a warm embrace.
"Well…" Arthur gasped, smirking, "how was that for inspiration?"
Alexis could only grin giddily, press a kiss to his chest, and close her eyes.  The warm silence carried with them throughout the rest of the night.


1 comment:

  1. Positively scrumdiddilyumptious! Would you be at all adverse to writing another America or Turkey Lemon? That is, should the inspiration seize you?