America/England: Sex Pollen
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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.
It was almost three weeks after the incident with the pollen-or as Alfred had called it “the-weird-yellow-powder-thing”-and that afternoon a certain bespectacled blonde was stomping through the halls of World Academy with a deep scowl on their face and bags under their intense eyes
( ... )
Blushing brightly at the memory, Alfred groaned softly and laid his head down, burying it in his arms.
God damn it, why me?That morning’s dream was, like-what?-the fifteenth “Lizzie dream” he’d had in a row (and that didn’t even include the daydreams.) At first these dreams weren’t so bad-in fact, the first few were really nice. They still included the sex, but they were more…traditional, you could say. For example, instead of a closet or against a wall (like this morning’s dream), it would happen on a bed, one that was soft, warm, and covered in pure white sheets that would always cover both him and Lizzie, as if to hide them from the rest of the world. Each sensual movement between the two of them was slow and gentle, yet just as blazingly passionate, taking them both to heights that culminated in a euphoric release. The sex was utterly cliché, so vanilla that it would probably make a sexual connoisseur like Francis gag, and yet it was the sort of sex Alfred truly envisioned having with Lizzie. (Not that he’d ever admit it, the
( ... )
There really wasn’t anything different about her, at first. Her uniform was in perfect order, as usual. Her socks were parallel to each other in length, and her shoes were shiny, as usual. What really surprised Alfred was Lizzie’s hair; it was down and flowing over her shoulders, instead of being put into her signature pigtails. (N-not that I care…or mind. She looks pretty good with her hair down….) The other traits that were lacking on Lizzie’s person were her red rimmed glasses-something that Alfred couldn’t recall the British girl going without (she must have been wearing contacts). This left her emerald green eyes bare and visible (well, more visible anyway) for the entire world to take in, without any obstacles in the way
( ... )
“Jones!” A pair of demure hands grasped his shoulders and forced him to stop. When they did, Alfred slowly realized that maybe he should have thought his “beat the perverted thoughts out of my head” idea more thoroughly. (Ow…) He tried to shake his head in order to bring back focus to his vision, but when the moment he moved, he was hit with a wave of nausea-as well as the vague realization that there was something wet and warm dripping down his forehead
( ... )
“Is everything all right?” Though she both sounded and looked concerned, Alfred was certain he detected a smug, almost teasing tone in Lizzie’s voice, which was still as soft and low as before.
“I, um, well…” He quickly averted his gaze, licking his dry lips. “Lizzie…”
The hand on his cheek moved towards his shirt collar, the soft knuckles brushing against his skin, making it break out in goose bumps.
He then felt Lizzie lean up to whisper in his ear, “Yes?”
“I want you.”
Alfred stiffened, just as Lizzie picked up her head and looked up at him with a quirked eyebrow.
“I…said that out loud, didn’t I?” The American laughed nervously, his cheeks bright red.
Much to his surprise, the British girl replied with a wide smirk and narrowed eyes, looking very much like a cat cornering a canary-
Which should NOT make me hot! Even as he thought it, though, Alfred felt his blood flow down south, causing his cock to twitch and his pants to tighten. He couldn’t help but glare down at himself, one of his eyebrows twitching. Damn it, why
( ... )
Oh, wait, that had been a teenage girl, though. False alarm! Alfred grinned to himself and walked downstairs to answer the door.
But then the comedy relief guy had been killed soon after…
Well, it’s a good thing I’m the hero, and not the comedy relief. He grinned to himself confidently as he approached his door.
Even though I’m loud, constantly making jokes, am vying for the affections of a girl with a more reserved personality (what happened in the nurse’s office didn’t count!)...
Oh, crap, I’m a comedy relief character.
Alfred gulped harshly. This really isn’t my day, is it?
The doorbell rang again, followed by a hard pounding on the door, and the American felt a shiver go up his spine. Despite his (Not fear!) nervousness, Alfred took a deep breath and slowly opened the door
( ... )
Alfred groaned against Lizzie’s lips as he eagerly ran his hands up her thighs, caressing the taut, heated skin that had been teasing him for God knew how long, possibly even before this weird “Lizzie dreams” phase of his. But even those sexy, sometimes borderline sordid dreams-along with the guilt they brought-didn’t matter to him now. Because as Alfred pried her lips open to deepen the kiss, all he could think about was Lizzie, and everything about her; how strong she managed to be, despite being so tiny; how she adorable she was when she blushed, even if it was out of anger; how she smiled when she thought no one (especially him) was looking; how she smelled (even though he’d always make fun of that perfume she wore, because, well, he was Alfred); how warm she was in his arms; how she tasted…
Wait. He focused on the taste on his tongue, the taste of sweet yet burning alcohol, and his stomach plummeted.
Hey, don’t tell me you’re actually gonna…? That voice in his head again. (I’m starting to think I’ve really gone crazy…) Don’t
( ... )
The enraged girl then stepped up to him and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him up slightly so that their faces were millimeters from each other, Elizabeth glaring down at him, while Alfred looked up at her with a stunned look.
“You selfish git,” she hissed, “Do you have any idea what these past few weeks have been like for me?”
He blinked. “Past few weeks…?”
“Dreams of you, every night-doing things to me that are so bloody wonderful I sometimes woke up crying.”
Alfred’s eyes widened even more, just as his cheeks flushed. Wait…what?!
“Though the dreams in the beginning were rather…scandalous,” Lizzie smirked when she saw his cheeks redden more and continued, “The recent ones have been nothing but pure, lovemaking bliss-and the bloody things haven’t stoppedHer eyes darkened and her smirk widened, and just looking at that hungry look caused Alfred’s throat to dry
( ... )
He blinked at her, feeling his chest pang slightly. “…Is that really what you thought?”
“I suspected so.” She shrugged nonchalantly. “I mean, it’s what any guy would have done in your position-”
“Do you really think that low of me?”
This time Lizzie blinked, and as she stared at Alfred, she noticed how hurt he looked. A lump formed in her throat, and she averted her eyes awkwardly. “W-well, I-”
Alfred grabbed her shoulders, coaxing her to look at him; she was shocked to see the anger in those beautiful blue eyes.
“Do you have any idea what these past few weeks have been like for me?” He mirrored her previous question, squeezing her shoulders slightly.
Lizzie was almost going to say that she did know, because of the Fae’s weird pollen, but she was immediately interrupted.
“It’s been hell, and not just because of my dreams of fucking you senseless!” He ignored her blush as his eyes hardened. “Because let me tell you a little secret, Miss Kirkland: I could have already taken you at anytime, anywhere during these few weeks-and you
( ... )
With that said Lizzie sat back on his thighs and swiftly took off her sweater. When she noticed how red Alfred got, she smirked and, moving more slowly, rolled down the straps of her plaid jumper before she removed the small bow tie on her collar. Then Lizzie started to unbutton her shirt at a teasing pace as the boy’s mouth gaped open. She bit her bottom lip coyly, once again enjoying his reactions, while also reveling in the heated sensations pulsing through her body
( ... )
Oh, fuck. She’s really serious. He swallowed, feeling slightly nervous, though mostly anticipation.
Lizzie sat back down on him, but this time with her back facing him. She looked at him over her shoulder and blinked.
“Remove my bra,” she demanded softly.
Alfred quirked an eyebrow wryly, despite the way her order aroused him. (Once again, this should NOT get me hot!……Oh, but it is…shit.)
“How am I supposed to do that with my hands behind my back?”
“Use your mouth.”
Lizzie turned back around and leaned forward to make the access easier for him. Feeling his blood roaring in his ears, Alfred leaned down until his mouth came in contact with the bra snap. He paused in his movements, allowing his senses to savor Lizzie’s presence. Then, smirking mischievously, he kissed the smooth skin surrounding the cloth, making sure to graze his teeth against the heated flesh.
“Ah!” The British girl gasped and arched her back, shuddering at the sensations.
Huh, so she’s sensitive there. Interesting, Alfred chuckled to himself, but then choked
( ... )
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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Oh my, Alfred's dream is seriously hot. I so can't wait to see more of this fic and more smexy parts
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God damn it, why me?That morning’s dream was, like-what?-the fifteenth “Lizzie dream” he’d had in a row (and that didn’t even include the daydreams.) At first these dreams weren’t so bad-in fact, the first few were really nice. They still included the sex, but they were more…traditional, you could say. For example, instead of a closet or against a wall (like this morning’s dream), it would happen on a bed, one that was soft, warm, and covered in pure white sheets that would always cover both him and Lizzie, as if to hide them from the rest of the world. Each sensual movement between the two of them was slow and gentle, yet just as blazingly passionate, taking them both to heights that culminated in a euphoric release. The sex was utterly cliché, so vanilla that it would probably make a sexual connoisseur like Francis gag, and yet it was the sort of sex Alfred truly envisioned having with Lizzie. (Not that he’d ever admit it, the ( ... )
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“I, um, well…” He quickly averted his gaze, licking his dry lips. “Lizzie…”
The hand on his cheek moved towards his shirt collar, the soft knuckles brushing against his skin, making it break out in goose bumps.
He then felt Lizzie lean up to whisper in his ear, “Yes?”
“I want you.”
Alfred stiffened, just as Lizzie picked up her head and looked up at him with a quirked eyebrow.
“I…said that out loud, didn’t I?” The American laughed nervously, his cheeks bright red.
Much to his surprise, the British girl replied with a wide smirk and narrowed eyes, looking very much like a cat cornering a canary-
Which should NOT make me hot! Even as he thought it, though, Alfred felt his blood flow down south, causing his cock to twitch and his pants to tighten. He couldn’t help but glare down at himself, one of his eyebrows twitching. Damn it, why ( ... )
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But then the comedy relief guy had been killed soon after…
Well, it’s a good thing I’m the hero, and not the comedy relief. He grinned to himself confidently as he approached his door.
Even though I’m loud, constantly making jokes, am vying for the affections of a girl with a more reserved personality (what happened in the nurse’s office didn’t count!)...
Oh, crap, I’m a comedy relief character.
Alfred gulped harshly. This really isn’t my day, is it?
The doorbell rang again, followed by a hard pounding on the door, and the American felt a shiver go up his spine. Despite his (Not fear!) nervousness, Alfred took a deep breath and slowly opened the door ( ... )
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Wait. He focused on the taste on his tongue, the taste of sweet yet burning alcohol, and his stomach plummeted.
Hey, don’t tell me you’re actually gonna…? That voice in his head again. (I’m starting to think I’ve really gone crazy…) Don’t ( ... )
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“You selfish git,” she hissed, “Do you have any idea what these past few weeks have been like for me?”
He blinked. “Past few weeks…?”
“Dreams of you, every night-doing things to me that are so bloody wonderful I sometimes woke up crying.”
Alfred’s eyes widened even more, just as his cheeks flushed. Wait…what?!
“Though the dreams in the beginning were rather…scandalous,” Lizzie smirked when she saw his cheeks redden more and continued, “The recent ones have been nothing but pure, lovemaking bliss-and the bloody things haven’t stoppedHer eyes darkened and her smirk widened, and just looking at that hungry look caused Alfred’s throat to dry ( ... )
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“I suspected so.” She shrugged nonchalantly. “I mean, it’s what any guy would have done in your position-”
“Do you really think that low of me?”
This time Lizzie blinked, and as she stared at Alfred, she noticed how hurt he looked. A lump formed in her throat, and she averted her eyes awkwardly. “W-well, I-”
Alfred grabbed her shoulders, coaxing her to look at him; she was shocked to see the anger in those beautiful blue eyes.
“Do you have any idea what these past few weeks have been like for me?” He mirrored her previous question, squeezing her shoulders slightly.
Lizzie was almost going to say that she did know, because of the Fae’s weird pollen, but she was immediately interrupted.
“It’s been hell, and not just because of my dreams of fucking you senseless!” He ignored her blush as his eyes hardened. “Because let me tell you a little secret, Miss Kirkland: I could have already taken you at anytime, anywhere during these few weeks-and you ( ... )
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Lizzie sat back down on him, but this time with her back facing him. She looked at him over her shoulder and blinked.
“Remove my bra,” she demanded softly.
Alfred quirked an eyebrow wryly, despite the way her order aroused him. (Once again, this should NOT get me hot!……Oh, but it is…shit.)
“How am I supposed to do that with my hands behind my back?”
“Use your mouth.”
Lizzie turned back around and leaned forward to make the access easier for him. Feeling his blood roaring in his ears, Alfred leaned down until his mouth came in contact with the bra snap. He paused in his movements, allowing his senses to savor Lizzie’s presence. Then, smirking mischievously, he kissed the smooth skin surrounding the cloth, making sure to graze his teeth against the heated flesh.
“Ah!” The British girl gasped and arched her back, shuddering at the sensations.
Huh, so she’s sensitive there. Interesting, Alfred chuckled to himself, but then choked ( ... )
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