So, going off the "Canada and the US like spooning because it's geography! Longest undefended border! Whee!" idea, this anon humbly requests US/Canada (or Canada/US) it's-geography!sex. By which I mean, slow and sappily romantic sex spooned up around each other with an emphasis on (geographical and emotional) closeness and how ridiculously much they love each other. Anon does not care who is the big spoon as she has seen awesome explanations/justifications for both ways. Surely they must take it beyond cuddling (which is all I've ever seen)!
Bonus: lovingly teasing each other for being saps...while continuing to be just as sappy.
Duality (1/?)
anonymous
April 15 2010, 02:54:50 UTC
I saw this prompt and an idea struck me for a fic connected to my old Serenity-verse. I hope the OP of this request doesn’t mind sharing it with one of my older ‘verses - if they do, I’ll step down and hope some other brave!anon gives it a chance. Even so, I do thank you for the opportunity to re-connect with one of my old fond memories - I’m trying to write it so that you can understand it even if you’ve never read the fic or its side-stories, but…I admit that it’s a bit hard, and I apologize if it doesn’t make much sense on its own.Alfred barks a short cry as he wakes up as though startled by lightning, his body tense and his fingers clutching the covers. His eyes trace the cracked plaster in the ceiling as he forces his breathing to even out. “Don’t scream,” he whispers, his voice a low whisper, “don’t scream
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anonymous
April 15 2010, 03:33:07 UTC
Your ability to work in multiple layers of emotion is just amazing. How Alfred can be laughing along with Matthew and yet all the same, there isn't any awkward feeling of mood-whiplash, because in the background you can still sense those other emotions and thoughts. That kind of thing is tough to balance (or at least it is for me), but you make it seem so easy!
Not the OP of this request (but OP of your Serenity-verse, which I'm still completely and utterly in love with), but I'm certainly interested in seeing more. Your dynamic between Matt and Al is always such a pleasure, as is your characterization of both of them seperately.
worth - let's put it in concrete terms - giving up the monetary equivalent of eating for a day.
anonymous
April 15 2010, 05:31:17 UTC
+next day's breakfast
Since I don't have any firstborns nor the power to give the Internet.
Not the OP, but I would pay good money to see where you're taking this. Your writing is spectacular, your grip on the characters awesome - I've already rhapsodized on your Canada back on the Serenity fic - and the way you handle this delicate situation is beautiful. IMHO, you and the Bealtaine writer handle 'aftermath'-type fics the best.
Authornon, you just made my day! This is awesome and OP would most definitely like to see more :DDD
Alfred’s heart does a little victory dance in his chest when he realizes he’s letting Matthew get close enough to line up their sides and rest a nose against his shoulder.
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anonymous
April 16 2010, 00:14:17 UTC
Wow! I remember being blown away by the other fic, but I don't remember if I ever commented on it. I should have, because it was awesome. This is turning out pretty awesome too, anon. Can't wait to read more!!
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anonymous
April 16 2010, 02:16:27 UTC
I just spent literally five hours reading the whole verse, and GOD DAMN. I'm in love. Utterly horrified by that happened but in love none the less. *scoops jaw up off the floor* I'm not a fan of twincest, and you STILL manage to turn me into a pile of goo on the floor. Repeatedly. Aaaaand thanks to reading this, I got NOTHING done this afternoon. orz
Excuse me while I go have a crazy partiotic 'I AM CANADIAN' moment. <3
Duality (3/?)
anonymous
April 16 2010, 02:08:26 UTC
Aaaand have one more part for the road. ___
Matthew moves closer, ever closer, so that there’s no space between their bodies. Matthew peppers kisses on Alfred’s neck, his other hand coming up to stroke Alfred’s hair as he rubs Alfred’s belly. “It’s okay, Alfred,” he whispers. Fingers become moonbeams on Alfred’s skin, a little ticklish, a little soft. “You’re safe, Alfred, it’s okay.”
“We’re okay,” Alfred insists, hardening his voice, refusing to give into the widening pit of his own stomach
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Bonus: lovingly teasing each other for being saps...while continuing to be just as sappy.
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*throws myself at you and clings* You're my favorite author in the world and YOU'RE WRITING PART OF IT AGAIN!!!!
I feel like I won the freaking lottery =D You're my favorite person EVER.
Okay, I'm alright. Please forgive the fangirl attack, I couldn't help it.
^^ Loving this chapter so far, can't wait for more <3<3<3
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Not the OP of this request (but OP of your Serenity-verse, which I'm still completely and utterly in love with), but I'm certainly interested in seeing more. Your dynamic between Matt and Al is always such a pleasure, as is your characterization of both of them seperately.
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OT: when I saw this on the fills page at first I read it as Canada/America snooping.
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Since I don't have any firstborns nor the power to give the Internet.
Not the OP, but I would pay good money to see where you're taking this. Your writing is spectacular, your grip on the characters awesome - I've already rhapsodized on your Canada back on the Serenity fic - and the way you handle this delicate situation is beautiful. IMHO, you and the Bealtaine writer handle 'aftermath'-type fics the best.
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Alfred’s heart does a little victory dance in his chest when he realizes he’s letting Matthew get close enough to line up their sides and rest a nose against his shoulder.
Oh, Alfred, sweetheart. *wibbles*
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/a little stunned by the response___ ( ... )
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Excuse me while I go have a crazy partiotic 'I AM CANADIAN' moment. <3
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Matthew moves closer, ever closer, so that there’s no space between their bodies. Matthew peppers kisses on Alfred’s neck, his other hand coming up to stroke Alfred’s hair as he rubs Alfred’s belly. “It’s okay, Alfred,” he whispers. Fingers become moonbeams on Alfred’s skin, a little ticklish, a little soft. “You’re safe, Alfred, it’s okay.”
“We’re okay,” Alfred insists, hardening his voice, refusing to give into the widening pit of his own stomach ( ... )
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I literally post the comment, check the fill list and BAM LOOK THERE'S MORE. I think you are a ninja.
...I had more to say, but the crazy awesome fluff hijacked my brain and I lost it.
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