America/England – Sex during a tense situation
anonymous
August 3 2011, 09:20:12 UTC
America and England are in a highly tense situation of some kind (hiding from a killer, in the middle of the hostage situation, that sort of thing) and they turn to each other for comfort. I’m not that interested in the story of how they got into the situation, I just want to read about the passion and the fear they felt that it might be their last moments together and they want to make the most of it.
Minvade 4: The Spaces You Inhabit [a]
anonymous
September 13 2011, 14:27:25 UTC
The details are, honestly, the most important thing.
America can feel England sweating right into his hands, like he's dissolving, or melting, or a bit of both, and America knows his skin is scorching England. Once you get past the sweat, it's a spartan room and it smells like oily fish, and dim spluttered lights. Once you get past the way it smells, America can taste several days showerless on England, but he's not here to taste England. He's here because Mossad hasn't turned the desert sand in this nowhere to glass, because America's people don't know where they are, because England is stupid little island in the middle of nowhere and there are insurgents, and maybe they can win with America pinned down and England in handcuffs. England's here because, fuck-
America had said that exactly, because it's all he's got. "The fuck are you doing here?"
"We were on a reconnaissance mission." England looked puzzled, green eyes like acid. "Remember?"
"I meant here." America spat, but he didn't mean to, and England flickered back,
( ... )
Minvade 4: The Spaces You Inhabit [b]
anonymous
September 13 2011, 14:28:41 UTC
"Bless you." England tipped his head up to look at America, and America is still sneezing, eyes running, and there's some snot, and it's not gross, it's not wrong, it's not something that made him scrape his palms on his shirt like the plague is all over him again. "I'm glad you're here
( ... )
Minvade 4: The Spaces You Inhabit [c]
anonymous
September 13 2011, 14:30:03 UTC
And then as the panic of the dream fled into America's more-and-more alert mind, it's very different. It's a little fear, and a lot of desperation - a just in case swipe of America's hands on England's cheeks, thumbs rested on the corner of England's eyes. England panted over him, tongue lolled a little out of his mouth, sweaty and right in America's cupped hands.
"I don't-" America talked, and it was abruptly one of his worst decisions. "Feel totally comfortable saying I love you like this; but I really really really like you, and that's why we should..." America swallowed round a lump of tears; so not smooth. They can't be smooth on rough-hewn ground, hands a rough shape on the other's hips like brands. "We s-should make lov- -really really like. We should make likelikelikelikelikefucking like you
( ... )
Re: Minvade 4: The Spaces You Inhabit [c]
anonymous
September 14 2011, 01:19:02 UTC
*Op is dead from happiness*
I loved everything about this fill; the unknown, the desperation, the need to simple feel. Truly wonderful. Thank you very much for writing this for me, a!a
<3
suitable iernetin - Yes, Captcha, it was very suitable
Re: Minvade 4: The Spaces You Inhabit [c]
anonymous
September 14 2011, 20:03:43 UTC
Oh, nice - very interestingly done and unique, anon! It wasn't sexy per se, but the way America verbally and non-verbally told England how he felt seemed very him.
I have no idea what the "minvade" is supposed to mean, though... wth
Any kind of fill is fine.
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America can feel England sweating right into his hands, like he's dissolving, or melting, or a bit of both, and America knows his skin is scorching England. Once you get past the sweat, it's a spartan room and it smells like oily fish, and dim spluttered lights. Once you get past the way it smells, America can taste several days showerless on England, but he's not here to taste England. He's here because Mossad hasn't turned the desert sand in this nowhere to glass, because America's people don't know where they are, because England is stupid little island in the middle of nowhere and there are insurgents, and maybe they can win with America pinned down and England in handcuffs. England's here because, fuck-
America had said that exactly, because it's all he's got. "The fuck are you doing here?"
"We were on a reconnaissance mission." England looked puzzled, green eyes like acid. "Remember?"
"I meant here." America spat, but he didn't mean to, and England flickered back, ( ... )
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"I don't-" America talked, and it was abruptly one of his worst decisions. "Feel totally comfortable saying I love you like this; but I really really really like you, and that's why we should..." America swallowed round a lump of tears; so not smooth. They can't be smooth on rough-hewn ground, hands a rough shape on the other's hips like brands. "We s-should make lov- -really really like. We should make likelikelikelikelikefucking like you ( ... )
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I loved everything about this fill; the unknown, the desperation, the need to simple feel. Truly wonderful. Thank you very much for writing this for me, a!a
<3
suitable iernetin - Yes, Captcha, it was very suitable
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I have no idea what the "minvade" is supposed to mean, though... wth
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