America pretends to be too scared to sleep in his own bed when England comes over to visit and uses that fear as an excuse to cuddle him. England is fooled at first, though he’s very aware of the fact that he’s snuggled into America’s bare chest. Then America, emboldened by the lack of negative reaction to the cuddling, begins to run his fingers through his hair and nuzzle and kiss him. I don’t mind if there’s some exploratory touching, but no full-out smut, please.“England, I’m scared
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[Part 15] USUK, Fear as an excuse to cuddle - Somnum (2/?)
anonymous
June 17 2011, 02:14:14 UTC
There’s a long pause. America grows more anxious, hands tightening and releasing the grip several times. He’s sure England hasn’t noticed his nervous tics because he rolls over, sighs, and makes space on the bed for the other
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[Part 15] USUK, Fear as an excuse to cuddle - Somnum (3/?)
anonymous
June 17 2011, 02:16:22 UTC
England’s eyes shoot open, breath hitches and stills being very, very baffled at America’s actions. He grits his teeth, fists ball at the other’s bare chest - confused, confused, confused. His heart beat picks up
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[Part 15] USUK, Fear as an excuse to cuddle - Somnum (4/5)
anonymous
June 17 2011, 02:19:17 UTC
Cerulean eyes widen - America tilts his head up from England’s collarbone, to view his expression (if any). England voluntarily touched him! But England’s eyes remain shut (eyelashes swept gently upon his upper cheekbones - so fragile-looking, so soft-looking). A kind smile graces America’s lips and he raises his head to plant a kiss to the other side of England’s neck
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[Part 15] USUK, Fear as an excuse to cuddle - Somnum (5/5)
anonymous
June 17 2011, 02:21:05 UTC
The warmth against his lips quickly disappear to his dismay. America opens his eyes to see England looking at him, green eyes illuminated by the night's light, eerily and dreamily. A blush paints the sandy-blonde's cheekbones again, mouth open to complain about England pulling away too soon. But it seems the Englishman knew this; his eyes brighten and an amused smile tugs on his lips.
“I feel you smiling, Alfred.”
“Y-You mean 'felt,'” America sputters, head titled away with embarrassment.
“No.” England reaches America's jawline to pull up, to look at him, to have his attention and not shy away again (which are too many times, but still being guilty of it himself). Cerulean eyes shimmer at him (sparkling like clear water on a sunny day) and England briefly stops. His smile falters - edging towards an emotional cry like usual shifting moods - and yet he pulls his mouth muscles to keep it intact. “No . . . I feel you smiling, Alfred.” It's said in such a soft, romantical voice that England falters a bit (as if he has has half a mind
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Re: [Part 15] USUK, Fear as an excuse to cuddle - Somnum (5/5)
anonymous
June 17 2011, 03:50:08 UTC
Oh my god, authornon~ not!OP loved this! It was so soft and lovely, and sweet and charming and adorkable on Alfred's part. And I loved how England actually considers for a split second that there *could be* a ghost before deciding that Al's just being a crybaby like usual. I love the pillow-snuggling. <3 The touching that went on here, it was seriously way more erotic than most smutfics out there, just the "am I really touching you there?/oh god he's touching me/should I or should I not kiss..." It was achingly gentle and altogether quite lovely!
America pretends to be too scared to sleep in his own bed when England comes over to visit and uses that fear as an excuse to cuddle him. England is fooled at first, though he’s very aware of the fact that he’s snuggled into America’s bare chest. Then America, emboldened by the lack of negative reaction to the cuddling, begins to run his fingers through his hair and nuzzle and kiss him. I don’t mind if there’s some exploratory touching, but no full-out smut, please.“England, I’m scared ( ... )
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“I feel you smiling, Alfred.”
“Y-You mean 'felt,'” America sputters, head titled away with embarrassment.
“No.” England reaches America's jawline to pull up, to look at him, to have his attention and not shy away again (which are too many times, but still being guilty of it himself). Cerulean eyes shimmer at him (sparkling like clear water on a sunny day) and England briefly stops. His smile falters - edging towards an emotional cry like usual shifting moods - and yet he pulls his mouth muscles to keep it intact. “No . . . I feel you smiling, Alfred.” It's said in such a soft, romantical voice that England falters a bit (as if he has has half a mind ( ... )
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I think you might like this fanart:
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