USUK - The Green Ey'd Monster, or Englandcat Is Watching You Fornicate [1a/1]
anonymous
September 12 2011, 02:48:52 UTC
[Something of a microfill, using a mental image that simply wouldn't leave me alone....]
The Green-Ey'd Monster, or Englandcat Is Watching You Fornicate
"Mmnh...fuck, keep doing that, yeah...." America let his head fall back against the arm of the couch, carding his fingers through the fine hairs at the nape of England's neck and savoring the answering groan that slipped out of the corners of England's mouth.
Even if he hadn't expected to end the evening this way, he certainly wasn't complaining about the outcome.
Admittedly, England was drunk, but it was the good kind of drunk. Not the pissy, tantrum-throwing drunk or the weepy, clingy drunk, but the kind of drunk where he leaned in and hooked his thumbs in the belt-loops of America's jeans and stood on his toes to slur into America's ear, Want t'give you a little present, love...take you home an' unwrap you an' play with what you've got 'n that pretty package 'f yours. Which was mixing metaphors, really, but England was licking his lips and his half-lidded eyes were glinting
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USUK - The Green Ey'd Monster, or Englandcat Is Watching You Fornicate [1b/1]
anonymous
September 12 2011, 02:52:42 UTC
Squinting, England looked from America to the cat and back again, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. America could almost see the thoughts swirling in his alcohol-fuddled brain as he did his best to piece together what had happened.
"'S just Whitt'rs," he said at last, as if that explained everything.
"Yeah, I get that now." America shoved his glasses up his nose. Now that his heart rate was starting to slow, his initial freak-out and subsequent embarrassment at being freaked out by a stupid cat was turning into annoyance at England's seeming lack of concern. "I just wasn't expecting to see him there. Watching us. Like a creeper." England still looked confused, and America rolled his eyes. "He startled me."
"Mm," England grunted, which apparently was all the sympathy America was going to get. He sat up a little straighter, trying to push himself to his knees. "Then tell 'm -- tell 'm to -- oh, bugger." He slumped against the couch, grimacing, and brought a hand up to press against his forehead
( ... )
USUK - The Green Ey'd Monster, or Englandcat Is Watching You Fornicate [1c/1]
anonymous
September 12 2011, 02:57:57 UTC
"Just because some of us have had our balls cut off doesn't mean we have to spoil it for everyone else," America grumbled. "Creeper-cat. Why the hell were you watching us, anyway
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Re: USUK - The Green Ey'd Monster, or Englandcat Is Watching You Fornicate [1c/1]
anonymous
September 13 2011, 10:23:38 UTC
For me as a cat owner, this was probably even more enjoyable than for the other anons - I can so see my cat doing this, since he is by nature a terrible tsundere. Were I not at work I´m sure I would laugh loudly, it was delightfully funny and I loved England grumpy horniness in this.
The Green-Ey'd Monster, or Englandcat Is Watching You Fornicate
"Mmnh...fuck, keep doing that, yeah...." America let his head fall back against the arm of the couch, carding his fingers through the fine hairs at the nape of England's neck and savoring the answering groan that slipped out of the corners of England's mouth.
Even if he hadn't expected to end the evening this way, he certainly wasn't complaining about the outcome.
Admittedly, England was drunk, but it was the good kind of drunk. Not the pissy, tantrum-throwing drunk or the weepy, clingy drunk, but the kind of drunk where he leaned in and hooked his thumbs in the belt-loops of America's jeans and stood on his toes to slur into America's ear, Want t'give you a little present, love...take you home an' unwrap you an' play with what you've got 'n that pretty package 'f yours. Which was mixing metaphors, really, but England was licking his lips and his half-lidded eyes were glinting ( ... )
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"'S just Whitt'rs," he said at last, as if that explained everything.
"Yeah, I get that now." America shoved his glasses up his nose. Now that his heart rate was starting to slow, his initial freak-out and subsequent embarrassment at being freaked out by a stupid cat was turning into annoyance at England's seeming lack of concern. "I just wasn't expecting to see him there. Watching us. Like a creeper." England still looked confused, and America rolled his eyes. "He startled me."
"Mm," England grunted, which apparently was all the sympathy America was going to get. He sat up a little straighter, trying to push himself to his knees. "Then tell 'm -- tell 'm to -- oh, bugger." He slumped against the couch, grimacing, and brought a hand up to press against his forehead ( ... )
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At least he got his cuddles?
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2) i want "Englandcat is watching you fornicate" on a tshirt
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