This isn't quite finished, there's still some fluff to get through - which I guess I'll intend to be aftercare vanilla smut, because that seems like the direction I'll take this - so, I'll put it up in two parts. Er, note, this is my *third* attempt at smut.
Location, Location, Location [2g/2]
anonymous
September 4 2011, 16:41:10 UTC
“What about?”
England’s eyes blared angrily open, unable to repress the mixture of fear that manifested in furious pride. The impossible lust sitting coiled in his stomach did not help matters. “About whatever you want!” And America shifted his hand from England’s chest down a little lower, wrapping around him. England shivered, breath hitched, tension slid a little looser.
“I love you, i-is that enough?” America stammered, for some reason reaching for a heart-to-heart at a terrible moment in time, drawing his fingers back, and then pushing them in again and stretching, scissoring them slowly and carefully, other hand finding a half-rhythm to the preparation. “To justify - I screwed up so bad-”
“We.” England gasped out. “We screwed uh-hah-hah.” England’s interruption was interrupted itself by a few sharp inhales, and then a long guttural moan; America had managed to brush England’s prostrate, drawing pleasure out of the nerve bundle
( ... )
Location, Location, Location [2h/2]
anonymous
September 4 2011, 16:42:42 UTC
America threw his head back, almost audible with the speed, and gave a long, long drawn-out cry, shuddering and shaking. Entire body jerking slowly with thorough, deep thrusts that fizzled into quick, breathy movements. The brief glitter of blue eyes, almost forcibly opened to meet England’s eyes is - though England would never quite say it - exactly what tosses England right over the brink, and he’s moaning, groaning, howling, keening, crying out, entire body all over the place, shaking and squirming, warmth splattering down between their stomachs, chest to chest and heartbeat to heartbeat.
Fingers sticky, they combed the hair out of each other’s eyes, and America reluctantly pulled away from England. Feeling a few heartbeat short from the aching loss of England. He made up for it in quick, soft, strokes of England’s face, kissing England on the nose more times than strictly necessary, and breathed deeply against England’s collarbones; “Thank you
( ... )
Location, Location, Location [BONUS]
anonymous
September 4 2011, 16:45:39 UTC
The night creaked through the room, and America gave a half-yawn, rolling slightly the other way, and curling his arms about the pillow that England had very cunningly placed there. Meanwhile, England was scrambling all about the room in search of one of his shirts. Failing to find it, he picked up a stray of America’s and pulled the oversized (too much, too much) button-up over his head, gave his hair a scruff, and carefully slipped downstairs and outside.
Walking past the pool determinedly, England sized up the door of the sauna. It was dark, but not hot - no, instead the darkness lathered a slight chill on his bare legs, and with that in mind, he seized the door handle and wrenched it open. And there, on the bench where America had let them drop, are the two pieces of Texas.
Picking them up gently, England tapped them once with his second and third fingers, and murmured under his breath; “Oculus repairoA satisfied smile crept over his face as the glasses are repaired, and England clicked the sauna switch off - all but blushing at
( ... )
Re: Location, Location, Location [BONUS]
anonymous
September 4 2011, 17:33:28 UTC
I can't even start counting the many reasons why this fic was absolutely and completely beautiful.
The wonderful play with trust issues, poetic but not sappy descriptions of sex, total equality between both England and America, THE BONUS!!!, and above all this wonderful warm feeling that it had left somewhere around my solar plexus.
This was a piece of art and a fic that I will surely come back to whenever I will need my (daily) dose of hurt comfort. Thank you very much for filling this, authoranon, I loved the original prompt and dearly wished a skilled, creative writer would pick it - and look, my wish got fulfilled.
Re: Location, Location, Location [BONUS]
anonymous
September 4 2011, 19:47:28 UTC
You're brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. I wish I was a quarter of this good on my third attempt. Hell, I wish I was half this good now. Never ever stop ever. You are a complete master at giving their thoughts and feelings realistic voice and... Dear lord, I am not nearly articulate to comment on this properly, so have an e-heart: <3
Re: Location, Location, Location [BONUS]
anonymous
September 5 2011, 00:20:27 UTC
Anon this was absolutely brilliant! You have a wonderful talent for writing, the imagery and the phrases you chose were just as great as the actual smut. (which I love dearly.. heh.)
Re: Location, Location, Location [BONUS]
anonymous
October 13 2011, 07:48:26 UTC
What in the world did you just do to my snuggle reflex? I want to snuggle them both so bad. D: It can't help that it's one in the morning, rapidly going on two. I had trouble reading without jumping forward in the paragraphs cuz I was so enthralled by the depth and complexity that you had through the entire thing. Sometimes speedy read capabilities cause problems. XD
And I kept cracking up at the title and then feeling like a terrible person for laughing at the wroooong damn time. (Achmed the dead terrorist. YouTube it.) I think I have minor mood whiplash now. And there is probably and accidental that's-what-she-said in this comment somewhere.
This isn't quite finished, there's still some fluff to get through - which I guess I'll intend to be aftercare vanilla smut, because that seems like the direction I'll take this - so, I'll put it up in two parts. Er, note, this is my *third* attempt at smut.
Ohgodflail... please ignore fail!flail!a!anon >///<;;
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England’s eyes blared angrily open, unable to repress the mixture of fear that manifested in furious pride. The impossible lust sitting coiled in his stomach did not help matters. “About whatever you want!” And America shifted his hand from England’s chest down a little lower, wrapping around him. England shivered, breath hitched, tension slid a little looser.
“I love you, i-is that enough?” America stammered, for some reason reaching for a heart-to-heart at a terrible moment in time, drawing his fingers back, and then pushing them in again and stretching, scissoring them slowly and carefully, other hand finding a half-rhythm to the preparation. “To justify - I screwed up so bad-”
“We.” England gasped out. “We screwed uh-hah-hah.” England’s interruption was interrupted itself by a few sharp inhales, and then a long guttural moan; America had managed to brush England’s prostrate, drawing pleasure out of the nerve bundle ( ... )
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Fingers sticky, they combed the hair out of each other’s eyes, and America reluctantly pulled away from England. Feeling a few heartbeat short from the aching loss of England. He made up for it in quick, soft, strokes of England’s face, kissing England on the nose more times than strictly necessary, and breathed deeply against England’s collarbones; “Thank you ( ... )
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Walking past the pool determinedly, England sized up the door of the sauna. It was dark, but not hot - no, instead the darkness lathered a slight chill on his bare legs, and with that in mind, he seized the door handle and wrenched it open. And there, on the bench where America had let them drop, are the two pieces of Texas.
Picking them up gently, England tapped them once with his second and third fingers, and murmured under his breath; “Oculus repairoA satisfied smile crept over his face as the glasses are repaired, and England clicked the sauna switch off - all but blushing at ( ... )
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The wonderful play with trust issues, poetic but not sappy descriptions of sex, total equality between both England and America, THE BONUS!!!, and above all this wonderful warm feeling that it had left somewhere around my solar plexus.
This was a piece of art and a fic that I will surely come back to whenever I will need my (daily) dose of hurt comfort. Thank you very much for filling this, authoranon, I loved the original prompt and dearly wished a skilled, creative writer would pick it - and look, my wish got fulfilled.
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And heh, I like the little bonus spell. Sneaky--love it.
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And I kept cracking up at the title and then feeling like a terrible person for laughing at the wroooong damn time. (Achmed the dead terrorist. YouTube it.) I think I have minor mood whiplash now. And there is probably and accidental that's-what-she-said in this comment somewhere.
I am soooo gonna be late for work tomorrow. >_>
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I...I guess practice will make perfect? R-right? T//T;
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