America/England: Sex Pollen
anonymous
December 3 2010, 04:18:00 UTC
Basically, America and England get hit by sex pollen. Sex ensues.
1. They have no relationship prior to this; lots of UST, but still. 2. They have to have sex OR ELSE 3. And they go at it like rabbits 4. It's not their fault/America's experiment/England's spell. 5. Happy ending
Bonus:
1. One of them is the genderbent versions. And is a virgin.
Um, this is what I have so far. Enjoy...? ^^; I hope fem!England is okay. If you prefer fem!US, I can change it if you want. Also, it's Gakuen!AU, sooo...
POOF!
A cloud of a gold smoke-like substance filled the class room, surrounding its two current inhabitants with extreme predjudice as it seeped into each person's warm body...
No...oh, please, god no. That didn't just happen. It. Did. NOT. HAPPEN!!Elizabeth Kirkland couldn't help but gape forward in space, with her green eyes as wide as plates and her thick eyebrows raised so high that they were hidden under her bangs. For a moment, the petite girl was so shocked that she couldn't breathe, but her heart continued to pound against her chest, possibly even more now that the pollen was in the air. That was one of its effects after all, right? Quickening of the heart, extreme heating of the body--well, this was what the fairies told her anyway--but Elizabeth still knew to be wary of the Fae and their word. After all, just because they couldn't lie didn't mean they couldn't somehow
( ... )
Still feeling a high from the experience, Elizabeth opened her eyes, now a dazed, foggy green, and looked at Alfred again--and she almost choked in shock.
I-is he...? He IS!
A full blown blush had spread on Alfred's face from the neck up as he inhaled and exhaled shallowly. His eyes were wide as he took Lizzie in more thoroughly, his cheeks getting redder and redder by the second. Suddenly, with a soft gasp, Alfred covered his mouth and nose with his hand and backed up until he was leaning against the wall.
Did it happen to him too? Did he smell the tea that she always drank? That fruity shampoo that was recommended by Francis? Or perhaps that mild floral perfume that Elizabeth always wore? (For a good impression! A lady always must make a good impression!...N-not that I want to impress anyone or anything like that.)
Elizabeth wouldn't be surprised by his reaction, then. After all...
“God, Lizzie! You should lay off the tea once in a while, otherwise your British will show,” he’d always laugh obnoxiously
( ... )
Lizzie suddenly blushed at the thought and stopped her assault, laying her hand flat on Alfred's shoulder, inadvertantly feeling the powerful muscles that she had just been thinking about. She couldn't help but think of that strength she'd seen Alfred show off numerous times, mostly in sports (not that she went to any of his games, of course).
She wondered how that strength would make itself known as Alfred pinned her to a bed...or perhaps a wall--any surface really. He could do it, she knew he could--though Elizabeth was often violent towards a certain Frenchman, she knew that she was tiny, that she couldn't match up to Alfred's strength even if she tried. Hell, he could probably rip off clothing like it was paper; Alfred had always been known to get carried away.
Oh, Lizzie bet that he could dominate her easily...pin her down...enter her oh-so-roughly without holding back...
STOP!!! Th-these thoughts are not ladylike, her conscience screamed at her. ...Besides, he probably wouldn't want you
( ... )
Despite the height disadvantage (she only reached up to his shoulders), Lizzie still managed to slowly move her hands from their position on elbows, all the way up his forearms, until she reached his neck. Then, with trembling fingers she removed his tie and worked on unbuttoning his shirt. After getting to the fifth button and using up seconds trying to undo it, Lizzie let out a growl of frustration and turned her head to break the kiss, quickly taking her frustration out on the shirt that seemed to refuse to let her finish
( ... )
Alfred smirked, and then shifted so he could whisper huskily in her ear, "What is it? Come on, baby, tell me."
Still blushing, Lizzie glared at him and pushed on his shoulders so she could glare at him properly. Alfred returned the glare with a bright, clueless grin.
"You prat, you already know!"
"Do I? I'm not quite sure I do. You'll have to clarify."
"Bloody tease," Lizzie grumbled, and then, "Fine."
Alfred grinned, thinking that he won, but soon looked confused when he felt Lizzie take his hand in hers and start guiding it down her body, starting from her neck, down to her chest (which Alfred groped lightly, just to make Lizzie more flustered), her abdomen, and then ending at the hem of her skirt. As both teenagers gulped lightly, Lizzie placed Alfred's hand on her thigh and then guided it up her skirt and into her underwear, causing his fingers to brush against...
A blush flooded his face. Oh.Lizzie wrapped her other arm tighter around his neck and rested her chin on his shoulder, her head turned so she was now breathing
( ... )
That was pretty much the final straw for Alfred. He smirked slightly and picked up his head to look into Lizzie's emerald eyes, which gleamed back at him in the darkness of the closet. As one of his hands reached down to undo his pants, finally releasing his need from the tight confines, Alfred shook his head and clicked his teeth against his palate, as if in admonishment
( ... )
(S-stop looking at me like that. It's not my fault Lizzie looks like walking Fetish Fuel--b-but that doesn't mean that I have some dirty kink for her pigtails or anything! I just know she would appreciate it if I didn't mess up her hair any further, and since I'm a great, awesome hero, I respect those wishes. Yeah! That's totally the reason!.......God damn it, stop laughing!Needless to say, Alfred doubted that anyone had ever seen the pristine English lady like this--so flustered and full of want and so, so beautiful. Not Francis, not Antonio, not Kiku (not that Alfred had to worry about him anyway, since he obviously carried a torch for that Greek guy, but that's beside the point)--only he was gifted with this image of Lizzie
( ... )
1. They have no relationship prior to this; lots of UST, but still.
2. They have to have sex OR ELSE
3. And they go at it like rabbits
4. It's not their fault/America's experiment/England's spell.
5. Happy ending
Bonus:
1. One of them is the genderbent versions. And is a virgin.
That is all.
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POOF!
A cloud of a gold smoke-like substance filled the class room, surrounding its two current inhabitants with extreme predjudice as it seeped into each person's warm body...
No...oh, please, god no. That didn't just happen. It. Did. NOT. HAPPEN!!Elizabeth Kirkland couldn't help but gape forward in space, with her green eyes as wide as plates and her thick eyebrows raised so high that they were hidden under her bangs. For a moment, the petite girl was so shocked that she couldn't breathe, but her heart continued to pound against her chest, possibly even more now that the pollen was in the air. That was one of its effects after all, right? Quickening of the heart, extreme heating of the body--well, this was what the fairies told her anyway--but Elizabeth still knew to be wary of the Fae and their word. After all, just because they couldn't lie didn't mean they couldn't somehow ( ... )
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I-is he...? He IS!
A full blown blush had spread on Alfred's face from the neck up as he inhaled and exhaled shallowly. His eyes were wide as he took Lizzie in more thoroughly, his cheeks getting redder and redder by the second. Suddenly, with a soft gasp, Alfred covered his mouth and nose with his hand and backed up until he was leaning against the wall.
Did it happen to him too? Did he smell the tea that she always drank? That fruity shampoo that was recommended by Francis? Or perhaps that mild floral perfume that Elizabeth always wore? (For a good impression! A lady always must make a good impression!...N-not that I want to impress anyone or anything like that.)
Elizabeth wouldn't be surprised by his reaction, then. After all...
“God, Lizzie! You should lay off the tea once in a while, otherwise your British will show,” he’d always laugh obnoxiously ( ... )
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Lizzie suddenly blushed at the thought and stopped her assault, laying her hand flat on Alfred's shoulder, inadvertantly feeling the powerful muscles that she had just been thinking about. She couldn't help but think of that strength she'd seen Alfred show off numerous times, mostly in sports (not that she went to any of his games, of course).
She wondered how that strength would make itself known as Alfred pinned her to a bed...or perhaps a wall--any surface really. He could do it, she knew he could--though Elizabeth was often violent towards a certain Frenchman, she knew that she was tiny, that she couldn't match up to Alfred's strength even if she tried. Hell, he could probably rip off clothing like it was paper; Alfred had always been known to get carried away.
Oh, Lizzie bet that he could dominate her easily...pin her down...enter her oh-so-roughly without holding back...
STOP!!! Th-these thoughts are not ladylike, her conscience screamed at her. ...Besides, he probably wouldn't want you ( ... )
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IDK how anybody could even complain. Eagerly awaiting the rest of this story!
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OH MY GOD YOU DID THE GENDERBENT ONE! I'M SO DELIRIOUSLY HAPPPPPPPY~! I DIDN'T THINK ANYONE WOULD DO THAT.
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THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU.
more, please?
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Still blushing, Lizzie glared at him and pushed on his shoulders so she could glare at him properly. Alfred returned the glare with a bright, clueless grin.
"You prat, you already know!"
"Do I? I'm not quite sure I do. You'll have to clarify."
"Bloody tease," Lizzie grumbled, and then, "Fine."
Alfred grinned, thinking that he won, but soon looked confused when he felt Lizzie take his hand in hers and start guiding it down her body, starting from her neck, down to her chest (which Alfred groped lightly, just to make Lizzie more flustered), her abdomen, and then ending at the hem of her skirt. As both teenagers gulped lightly, Lizzie placed Alfred's hand on her thigh and then guided it up her skirt and into her underwear, causing his fingers to brush against...
A blush flooded his face. Oh.Lizzie wrapped her other arm tighter around his neck and rested her chin on his shoulder, her head turned so she was now breathing ( ... )
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Back in Reality!"Alfred?" Knock, knock ( ... )
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