As the title said, may I have some US/UK/US morning nookie? It'd be great if England is the one looking for some early action. ;] Not really picky on whether it's AU or Country names, just include morning sex, please?
Here it is, anon; I don’t know if it worked how I wanted it to thematically but hey, it’s porn!
The Shape of Seconds, 1/4There were riots in Mumbai. So tiresome, curse their souls; Russia had raised the price of sake and it had been blamed on the British-held Raj, and the reports were coming over BBC News dot com about how the Stegosaurus population in the outskirts of Hong Kong was becoming extinct in the face of rising oil prices. If only Benjamin Franklin hadn’t started it all with his book tour denouncing the Birmingham whaling trade- England would have a word with America about that, as soon as he had
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The Shape of Seconds, 2/4
anonymous
October 16 2010, 22:22:41 UTC
The Shape of Seconds, 2/4
“Wachoodoon?” America mumbled, his eyes still shut.
“Sleeping the morning away, it seems,” England said. He thought about removing America’s hand from his chest. He thought about it and didn’t do it.
America yawned and opened one unfocused blue eye. “I’m still jetlagged. Geeze, now I’m here, you have an excuse to sleep in.”
“Sleep? Bah. You twitch all night,” England lied.
“Do not,” America said, and closed his eyes again. Somehow he dared to look innocent and unworried and… and comfortableEngland knew his failing was not a new one. Years it was he’d spent in complacent denial, gathering markets and raw earth and pretending he didn’t care a whit about anyone, least of all America. All had been so easily lost in a haze of answered secret wishes
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The Shape of Seconds, 3/4
anonymous
October 16 2010, 22:23:13 UTC
The Shape of Seconds, 3/4
America’s eyes sparked when he saw what England was doing. “Well, I am pretty awesome.”
“Hush, now,” England told him, and dug his fingers into the jar. And amazingly, America hushed while England tore down the duvet-fort and clambered between America’s fair, lightly haired thighs. America briefly objected to having his parts tossed about like a marionette’s, and situated his own knees atop England’s shoulders, thankyouverymuch, wriggling his back on the sheets until he was satisfied with his own comfort.
“Ow, cold, geeze,” he also complained when England shoved his gelled fingers into the crack of his arse.
“Hold on,” England warned, as he yanked America’s ass up his own kneeling thighs. He wasn’t even going to give him a stretch; he was young, so young and England wanted him, always had wanted him and he could take it-
England could hear the thud of his own heart in his eardrums, thump, thump, then thump-thump-thump-thump as America put his arms around England’s neck and dug his fingers into his
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The Shape of Seconds, 4/4
anonymous
October 16 2010, 22:24:05 UTC
The Shape of Seconds, 4/4It was always in the few quiet minutes afterwards that they knew each other best: how their fate was forever intertwined, how England had shaped him, how they changed each other. When they weren’t speaking with words they couldn’t misunderstand them, and when they were this close in physical form they could pretend nearly nothing
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Re: The Shape of Seconds, 4/4
anonymous
October 16 2010, 23:19:41 UTC
Oh.....oh.........OH.
My love for USUK was revitalized with this glorious, little fic. I cannot tell you how much I appreciated your writing skills, the plot, the characterization.
Re: The Shape of Seconds, 4/4
anonymous
October 17 2010, 23:22:11 UTC
This was truly beautiful, very hot, and one of the best rendering of intimacy and loving couple sex I've ever read. Is it possible to write slice-of-life sex? You just did it ^^
Re: The Shape of Seconds, 4/4
anonymous
October 18 2010, 07:09:13 UTC
This is fantastic. Everything I could say I already said at the pimp post (which I already had opened before I finished this), but this is just such a beautiful take. Hot, lovely prose and so intimate. I adore it ♥
Re: The Shape of Seconds, 4/4
anonymous
October 20 2010, 07:39:22 UTC
I didn't know I needed this until I read it and then I realized I need it like I need oxygen. It's so beautiful and just... guh. I have lately forgotten why I love these two and this made it all come rushing back so THANK YOU, sweet, wonderful author!anon.
England/America, morning nookie
As the title said, may I have some US/UK/US morning nookie? It'd be great if England is the one looking for some early action. ;] Not really picky on whether it's AU or Country names, just include morning sex, please?
Here it is, anon; I don’t know if it worked how I wanted it to thematically but hey, it’s porn!
The Shape of Seconds, 1/4There were riots in Mumbai. So tiresome, curse their souls; Russia had raised the price of sake and it had been blamed on the British-held Raj, and the reports were coming over BBC News dot com about how the Stegosaurus population in the outskirts of Hong Kong was becoming extinct in the face of rising oil prices. If only Benjamin Franklin hadn’t started it all with his book tour denouncing the Birmingham whaling trade- England would have a word with America about that, as soon as he had ( ... )
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“Wachoodoon?” America mumbled, his eyes still shut.
“Sleeping the morning away, it seems,” England said. He thought about removing America’s hand from his chest. He thought about it and didn’t do it.
America yawned and opened one unfocused blue eye. “I’m still jetlagged. Geeze, now I’m here, you have an excuse to sleep in.”
“Sleep? Bah. You twitch all night,” England lied.
“Do not,” America said, and closed his eyes again. Somehow he dared to look innocent and unworried and… and comfortableEngland knew his failing was not a new one. Years it was he’d spent in complacent denial, gathering markets and raw earth and pretending he didn’t care a whit about anyone, least of all America. All had been so easily lost in a haze of answered secret wishes ( ... )
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America’s eyes sparked when he saw what England was doing. “Well, I am pretty awesome.”
“Hush, now,” England told him, and dug his fingers into the jar. And amazingly, America hushed while England tore down the duvet-fort and clambered between America’s fair, lightly haired thighs. America briefly objected to having his parts tossed about like a marionette’s, and situated his own knees atop England’s shoulders, thankyouverymuch, wriggling his back on the sheets until he was satisfied with his own comfort.
“Ow, cold, geeze,” he also complained when England shoved his gelled fingers into the crack of his arse.
“Hold on,” England warned, as he yanked America’s ass up his own kneeling thighs. He wasn’t even going to give him a stretch; he was young, so young and England wanted him, always had wanted him and he could take it-
England could hear the thud of his own heart in his eardrums, thump, thump, then thump-thump-thump-thump as America put his arms around England’s neck and dug his fingers into his ( ... )
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My love for USUK was revitalized with this glorious, little fic. I cannot tell you how much I appreciated your writing skills, the plot, the characterization.
UGH EVERYTHING WAS PERFECT.
Thank you. Thank you for sharing.
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just. omg.
this was everything I love about this pairing and more.
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This is so, like, unf and ahhh<3 and a whole bunch of other things. Well done, anon.
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I loved this. :)
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