Canada had never really thought about how much taller Russia was then her, until her stomach was being pressed against the edge of her desk by the older country, who had her arms wrapped around Canada’s chest and was gently stroking the undersides of her breasts with her thumbs and Canada.
“M-Miss Russia,” Canada stammered, still trying to comprehend how the situation had devolved into this bout of unsolicited groping.
One moment, Russia had been standing in front of the desk, having dropped in on Canada’s home unannounced. She was unwontedly demure, shuffling and muttering, so that for once Canada had to ask what she was saying. The older country nation looked almost confused, and mildly frustrated
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fem!Canada/fem!Russia (2/5)
anonymous
January 20 2010, 01:36:14 UTC
Canada was still hazy and shaky when Russia pulled away. “Where is your bedroom?” she demanded sharply.
Canada swallowed. “Down the hall,” she answered, nodding her head in the direction of the room.
Russia smiled brilliantly, displaying her adorably horsey teeth. Then, Canada had to stifle a little noise of surprise as Russia reached under her knees and back, and picked her up neatly.
Hefting the smaller nation in her arms, Russia stroked her cheek with a thumb, as she carried Canada out of the office and into the hallway.
Boss expects that report in by Thursday latest, she found herself thinking. However, the imminent deadline that normally would have sent her into paroxysm of worry now seemed inconsequential
( ... )
fem!Canada/fem!Russia (3/5)
anonymous
January 20 2010, 01:37:50 UTC
Russia gently placed her fingertips in the hollow of Canada’s sternum. She was freezing cold, causing Canada to squirm and gasp. The icy fingers gently slid along the top curve of her breast, then back down to the clasp of her bra, and then back up again
( ... )
fem!Canada/fem!Russia (4/5)
anonymous
January 20 2010, 01:38:48 UTC
Finally, Russia managed to tug off her boots and the let her pants slip to the floor, joining Russia’s dress. Her hands, still strangely frozen, slid up Canada’s thighs to the edge of her modest shorts
( ... )
fem!Canada/fem!Russia (5/5)
anonymous
January 20 2010, 01:39:43 UTC
Her hand closed over Canada’s and pulled it down steadily until it slipped inside of the step-ins. Once her fingers brushed coarse, thick hair, Canada didn’t need more direction. She dug her finger in, pressing her middle finger over the hardened nub of flesh that made Russia grunt and squirm and clutch her hand tightly. With her other hand, Canada stroked and teased Russia’s bare breasts
( ... )
Re: fem!Canada/fem!Russia (5/5)
anonymous
January 22 2010, 00:28:21 UTC
Let's try this again, shall we?
You gotta love a fic that makes you question your own sexuality. For like the zillionth time. Nnnngh.
In any case, this was a treat to read. I actually like this pairing best when it's genderbent, although this is the first time I've been able to find porn of it. I like how awkward Russia is in the beginning, just charging in their and groping Canada. Not particularly eloquent when it comes to declarations of luuurve, is she? =P Oh well. At least the feeling was mutual.
Prefered pairings are Russia/Canada, Germany/Prussia, S.Italy/N.Italy, and France/Spain
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Canada had never really thought about how much taller Russia was then her, until her stomach was being pressed against the edge of her desk by the older country, who had her arms wrapped around Canada’s chest and was gently stroking the undersides of her breasts with her thumbs and Canada.
“M-Miss Russia,” Canada stammered, still trying to comprehend how the situation had devolved into this bout of unsolicited groping.
One moment, Russia had been standing in front of the desk, having dropped in on Canada’s home unannounced. She was unwontedly demure, shuffling and muttering, so that for once Canada had to ask what she was saying. The older country nation looked almost confused, and mildly frustrated ( ... )
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Canada swallowed. “Down the hall,” she answered, nodding her head in the direction of the room.
Russia smiled brilliantly, displaying her adorably horsey teeth. Then, Canada had to stifle a little noise of surprise as Russia reached under her knees and back, and picked her up neatly.
Hefting the smaller nation in her arms, Russia stroked her cheek with a thumb, as she carried Canada out of the office and into the hallway.
Boss expects that report in by Thursday latest, she found herself thinking. However, the imminent deadline that normally would have sent her into paroxysm of worry now seemed inconsequential ( ... )
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So, what do you want author!anon? Internets, souls, my first born? What ever it is its yours
ReCaptcha-Klapper Over. Even captcha liked it!
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You gotta love a fic that makes you question your own sexuality. For like the zillionth time. Nnnngh.
In any case, this was a treat to read. I actually like this pairing best when it's genderbent, although this is the first time I've been able to find porn of it. I like how awkward Russia is in the beginning, just charging in their and groping Canada. Not particularly eloquent when it comes to declarations of luuurve, is she? =P Oh well. At least the feeling was mutual.
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