Dressed as Clara Stahlbaum for what's supposed to be a rather private exhibition of her pointe technique on a small stage, hair loose and curled rather than braided and glasses done away with for the time being, the tiny principality could nearly pass for a preteen from the distance her audience of one sits.
The stage is set, appropriately enough, as a parlor belonging to a wealthy nineteenth century family, with couches and tables and a massive, glittering Christmas tree rising from behind them. Monaco flits about the stage, weightless and sylph-like, performing a solo routine that truthfully has nothing to do with The Nutcracker at all, and one would never realize how crazy that inconspicuous little branch of mistletoe hanging over center stage is driving her.
Spain watches the entire time as Monaco unwraps a gift, happy that she now seems as interested as she is regarding the contents of the decorated boxes. She continues swinging her own item around as Monaco takes out something that catches her by surprise. Is that a...ay dios, it is! This shouldn't even be shocking her, considering the nature of this hotel, but she finds herself laughing all the same. Oh god, it's hilarious!
As soon as Monaco stops the balls from swinging, Spain stops laughing and blinks, looking to her. It takes her a minute to register what Monaco just said and once the message is clear, she stares at the balls, then back at the vibrator, then back at the balls again.
"W-what?" She snorts, obviously unaware of what the strange little balls are for, "Are you serious?"
"Mmm," she hums in affirmation, setting the vibrator back into its little box so she can focus on the item in Spain's hand. "The principle is quite similar, though Ben Wa balls are a bit more old-fashioned."
She's tempted to explain to Spain how they work, how the balls on the string are hollow and have a pair of smaller, heavier balls within them, and how they knock around rather enjoyably inside the body when one moves about, though Monaco finds herself with an idea forming instead. Spain's been quite a tease this evening, so it's only fair she should be teased back, right? Ben Wa balls are not about instant pleasure, but rather a slow buildup that leads to an overwhelming end result.
Yes...Spain is going to finish what she's started, though not without the same unbearable slowness she's bestowed upon Monaco.
"Would you like to try them?" the principality asks sweetly, her hand finding the back of her lover's shirt again.
"Ben Wa balls...?" Spain continues to study the object, still confused even after learning the name, "That's weird. I've never heard of 'em! At least, I don't think I have!" It's possible that someone may have mentioned them to Spain, but considering these aren't things she would use while in her normal body, she's either forgotten completely or didn't know of them at all. Who knows?
She blinks at Monaco's question, a laugh escaping her once again. "Try them?" She echoes, "I don't even know what they are let alone how they work!" Her giggles never stop, but she never outright says no. She's rather perplexed as to what she would even do with these little balls. Of course, to say that she has absolutely no idea at all would be a lie, but at the same time, she still can't fathom what the purpose of such a toy would be. They look so...so weird!
She looks to Monaco and shrugs with a smile, not sure how to answer. If Monaco wants Spain to try them, then she's all for it. But Spain isn't really sure she sees the point.
"I believe they're Asian, perhaps Chinese?" Monaco offers, as though that has something to do with the reason why Spain hasn't heard of them. She leans against her lover, gently pressing her chest against Spain's shoulder as if physical contact is what will convince her to try this new toy out. Monaco doubts she'll deny her, though; she never does. It's only a question of how much talking she'll have to do beforehand.
"They're quite simple to use, though," she says, fingers slipping beneath the loose fabric of Spain's shirt to stroke lightly at the small of her back. "You just insert them-" Spain knows where, she assumes. "-and they feel just wonderfulinside of you." Monaco pauses, allowing the other a moment to process the concept.
"I think you'd enjoy it," she continues. Her fingertips stray to Spain's side now, just above the top of her pants, wrapping Monaco's arm loosely around her waist.
Spain listens closely at Monaco's brief explanation, cocking her head to the side as she eyes the toy again. So, her assumption was right! But gosh, does it really feel that nice? Well, if Monaco says it does, then it must! She would never lie to Spain, right? Right.
"I..." Spain is very aware of the hand on her skin and she arches into Monaco's delicate touch, finding herself wanting much more. The desire for Monaco to keep running her fingers past Spain's skin reminds her of how she put a pause to their previous activities and the guilt begins to nag at her conscious. She turns her head a bit, just so that she can lean in and nuzzle at her lover's cheek.
Monaco would be glad to know that she has enough power over Spain to not have to take up too much time trying to persuade her into doing something.
"Well...I guess that sounds nice!" She says softly, "What could it hurt?"
Monaco giggles brightly at her answer, a short, soft sound that makes her shoulders shrug a bit in excitement and the corners of her eyes crinkle as she smiles. Unable to contain herself, she leans in and, tipping her head, presses a sudden kiss to Spain's throat, just under her chin. She lingers for a few moments, smiling mouth skimming over warm skin as she simply inhales the gentle scent of the other woman and enjoys the closeness of their bodies.
"That's because it is nice," Monaco murmurs against her skin with a light sense of finality, giving Spain a gentle squeeze with the arm still wrapped around her. She kisses tanned skin again, lips moving in a trail until they reach Spain's, though they don't linger long before Monaco is slowly pulling away again.
"You'll be more comfortable on the couch," she says, looking from the new toy in her lover's hands up to those trusting green eyes.
Monaco's reaction makes Spain smile in return as she notices how excited the other woman seems despite Spain not doing anything just yet. The kiss at her throat takes her by surprise, but it makes her sigh in content nonetheless. As Monaco's lips gently run along Spain's skin, she lets out a small laugh before tilting her head a bit. The quiet reassurance brushes past her, making her laugh and giving her the lightest of delighted chills. It isn't long until her lips meet with her lover's in the quickest of kisses and Spain feels herself leaning in slightly as Monaco pulls away, as though trying to make the contact last longer
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Gracefully, Monaco rises, her curls dragging a little in the air and bouncing slightly when she reaches her full height. Spain pulls her along, the two of them stepping carefully over other gifts most likely containing other items like the ones they've just received, but once they reach the couch once more, Monaco leans up onto her toes, pressing her lips to Spain's. Her hands slip from her lover's, one arm reaching up to loop around the other woman's neck, while the other finds a soft breast to knead.
That white little hand doesn't stay long, though, instead slowly moving down over Spain's torso to the hem of her shirt. But rather than slipping it beneath the fabric and continuing to squeeze at her breast, Monaco deftly unbuttons her jeans, fingertips then tracing gentle patters over the small patch of skin revealed to her as her lips finally break away from Spain's.
"Perhaps...on your hands and knees?" She requests softly, pulling away just enough to give her an innocently beseeching look.
As soon as Monaco presses her lips back onto Spain's, Spain responds happily, reveling in the softness that is her lover's mouth. She lets out a soft, delighted moan at the hand on her breast, arching noticeably into its touch. It's over much too soon and Spain quietly whines into the kiss as she realizes that Monaco has no intentions of bringing her hand back. She feels her jeans getting looser, and at that point, she lets out another soft noise of approval.
When Monaco breaks away, Spain has means to pull her back into another kiss, but the soft request stops her as she realizes what she had just promised to do. She smiles a bit, her face turning the slightest tint of red as she nods and makes her way to the couch to comply with Monaco's wishes.
As Spain moves away from her, Monaco allows the palm of her hand to trail down her lover's arm, her fingers clasping around the new toy hanging from two of Spain's fingers once their hands meet. The touch is short-lived, however, and it isn't long before the Iberian nation is on her hands and knees on the couch with Monaco sitting rather primly just behind her.
Setting the short string of plastic balls down beside her, Monaco runs her hands slowly up and down Spain's thighs, nudging her knees just slightly further apart before slipping a hand in between those long legs, caressing her oh so gently through the thick denim. She takes her time, letting the anticipation build before she grasps at the fabric of each pant leg just below Spain's bottom to pull her jeans slowly down her thighs.
Spain can't help to find this position to be rather hilarious. This isn't exactly something she's really used to considering she much prefers to be face-to-face at all times. But this is okay since she knows this won't be for long. After all, they're still close...albeit in an odd way!
She can feel Monaco's hands on her thighs and she sighs in delight, her touch sending tingles in her skin through the denim. She moves her legs just a bit further, giggling softly at the slow and gentle caressing. She arches into her touch, obviously wanting more and she bites her lip in anticipation as she feels her jeans getting slowly pulled. Her heart begins to beat a little faster as she lets Monaco do what she wants.
The jeans come off easily enough, heavy material bunching up just above her knees, though Monaco makes no effort to remove them completely. Her hands flow back up Spain's thighs, up to a pair of panties, striped with bright blue and white and slightly damp between the legs, much to the principality's quiet delight (her lover became so excited from touching her), and gingerly pull them down, as well.
Palms smooth over the newly-revealed expanse of skin, and Monaco leans in, pressing kisses up the back of Spain's leg as fingertips seek out their intended destination, the soft wetness at the apex of her thighs. Her touches are slow and firm, stroking along the folds, a finger slipping shallowly between them every so often to tease at the tiny bud of nerves hidden within. At some point, Monaco's kisses have progressed beyond just kisses, gentle nips and licks now being delivered to the naked skin before her.
Spain lets out a soft gasp once her legs are partially freed from her pants. She becomes tempted to break from her position and remove them completely, but she fights the urge because she knows that Monaco would have none of that. Soon after, her panties come down and the air that brushes against her skin gives her goosebumps. The touches make her moan quietly, trying her hardest not to move and obstruct Monaco's work. The touches become teasing in nature and Spain can feel it, making her stifle a whine.
The next thing Spain knows, Monaco's lips have returned and she sighs in content, licking her lips excitedly as the kisses turn to licks and the licks turn into gentle nips. She's beginning to forget why she's on her hands and knees and it makes her turn her head, looking to the side at nothing as she sighs out her lover's name.
As much as Spain tries to prevent herself from doing so, she's unable to keep herself perfectly still. The desperation in her voice, the way she tilts her hips just so to push back into Monaco's hand, it's all enough to make the little nation's heart pound in response
( ... )
Can she move? Can she face her again? No, goddamn, she can't. And that fact alone is making Spain squirm much more than she would like to. She has to wait. She has to be patient and it's proving to be so difficult at the moment. She does everything in her power to keep still, from clenching her fingers around the couch, to laying her forehead against the armrest in front of her. Nothing is working and the more Monaco teases her, the harder it becomes to refrain from turning around and ravishing her.
Spain has never been one to try and stifle her noises, but she grits her teeth in an attempt to stop moving so much. Monaco is trying to do something and goddammit, Spain knows she isn't helping by trembling and squirming and melting under her lover's skillful hands. But shit, she can't help it. And it's when she feels that warm, slick tongue that she lets out a strangled moan, arching even more despite herself. Monaco's tongue keeps moving, her fingers continue with those teasing circles, her hand mindlessly groping at some part of her
( ... )
The stage is set, appropriately enough, as a parlor belonging to a wealthy nineteenth century family, with couches and tables and a massive, glittering Christmas tree rising from behind them. Monaco flits about the stage, weightless and sylph-like, performing a solo routine that truthfully has nothing to do with The Nutcracker at all, and one would never realize how crazy that inconspicuous little branch of mistletoe hanging over center stage is driving her.
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As soon as Monaco stops the balls from swinging, Spain stops laughing and blinks, looking to her. It takes her a minute to register what Monaco just said and once the message is clear, she stares at the balls, then back at the vibrator, then back at the balls again.
"W-what?" She snorts, obviously unaware of what the strange little balls are for, "Are you serious?"
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She's tempted to explain to Spain how they work, how the balls on the string are hollow and have a pair of smaller, heavier balls within them, and how they knock around rather enjoyably inside the body when one moves about, though Monaco finds herself with an idea forming instead. Spain's been quite a tease this evening, so it's only fair she should be teased back, right? Ben Wa balls are not about instant pleasure, but rather a slow buildup that leads to an overwhelming end result.
Yes...Spain is going to finish what she's started, though not without the same unbearable slowness she's bestowed upon Monaco.
"Would you like to try them?" the principality asks sweetly, her hand finding the back of her lover's shirt again.
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She blinks at Monaco's question, a laugh escaping her once again. "Try them?" She echoes, "I don't even know what they are let alone how they work!" Her giggles never stop, but she never outright says no. She's rather perplexed as to what she would even do with these little balls. Of course, to say that she has absolutely no idea at all would be a lie, but at the same time, she still can't fathom what the purpose of such a toy would be. They look so...so weird!
She looks to Monaco and shrugs with a smile, not sure how to answer. If Monaco wants Spain to try them, then she's all for it. But Spain isn't really sure she sees the point.
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"They're quite simple to use, though," she says, fingers slipping beneath the loose fabric of Spain's shirt to stroke lightly at the small of her back. "You just insert them-" Spain knows where, she assumes. "-and they feel just wonderfulinside of you." Monaco pauses, allowing the other a moment to process the concept.
"I think you'd enjoy it," she continues. Her fingertips stray to Spain's side now, just above the top of her pants, wrapping Monaco's arm loosely around her waist.
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"I..." Spain is very aware of the hand on her skin and she arches into Monaco's delicate touch, finding herself wanting much more. The desire for Monaco to keep running her fingers past Spain's skin reminds her of how she put a pause to their previous activities and the guilt begins to nag at her conscious. She turns her head a bit, just so that she can lean in and nuzzle at her lover's cheek.
Monaco would be glad to know that she has enough power over Spain to not have to take up too much time trying to persuade her into doing something.
"Well...I guess that sounds nice!" She says softly, "What could it hurt?"
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"That's because it is nice," Monaco murmurs against her skin with a light sense of finality, giving Spain a gentle squeeze with the arm still wrapped around her. She kisses tanned skin again, lips moving in a trail until they reach Spain's, though they don't linger long before Monaco is slowly pulling away again.
"You'll be more comfortable on the couch," she says, looking from the new toy in her lover's hands up to those trusting green eyes.
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That white little hand doesn't stay long, though, instead slowly moving down over Spain's torso to the hem of her shirt. But rather than slipping it beneath the fabric and continuing to squeeze at her breast, Monaco deftly unbuttons her jeans, fingertips then tracing gentle patters over the small patch of skin revealed to her as her lips finally break away from Spain's.
"Perhaps...on your hands and knees?" She requests softly, pulling away just enough to give her an innocently beseeching look.
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When Monaco breaks away, Spain has means to pull her back into another kiss, but the soft request stops her as she realizes what she had just promised to do. She smiles a bit, her face turning the slightest tint of red as she nods and makes her way to the couch to comply with Monaco's wishes.
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Setting the short string of plastic balls down beside her, Monaco runs her hands slowly up and down Spain's thighs, nudging her knees just slightly further apart before slipping a hand in between those long legs, caressing her oh so gently through the thick denim. She takes her time, letting the anticipation build before she grasps at the fabric of each pant leg just below Spain's bottom to pull her jeans slowly down her thighs.
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She can feel Monaco's hands on her thighs and she sighs in delight, her touch sending tingles in her skin through the denim. She moves her legs just a bit further, giggling softly at the slow and gentle caressing. She arches into her touch, obviously wanting more and she bites her lip in anticipation as she feels her jeans getting slowly pulled. Her heart begins to beat a little faster as she lets Monaco do what she wants.
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Palms smooth over the newly-revealed expanse of skin, and Monaco leans in, pressing kisses up the back of Spain's leg as fingertips seek out their intended destination, the soft wetness at the apex of her thighs. Her touches are slow and firm, stroking along the folds, a finger slipping shallowly between them every so often to tease at the tiny bud of nerves hidden within. At some point, Monaco's kisses have progressed beyond just kisses, gentle nips and licks now being delivered to the naked skin before her.
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Spain lets out a soft gasp once her legs are partially freed from her pants. She becomes tempted to break from her position and remove them completely, but she fights the urge because she knows that Monaco would have none of that. Soon after, her panties come down and the air that brushes against her skin gives her goosebumps. The touches make her moan quietly, trying her hardest not to move and obstruct Monaco's work. The touches become teasing in nature and Spain can feel it, making her stifle a whine.
The next thing Spain knows, Monaco's lips have returned and she sighs in content, licking her lips excitedly as the kisses turn to licks and the licks turn into gentle nips. She's beginning to forget why she's on her hands and knees and it makes her turn her head, looking to the side at nothing as she sighs out her lover's name.
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Spain has never been one to try and stifle her noises, but she grits her teeth in an attempt to stop moving so much. Monaco is trying to do something and goddammit, Spain knows she isn't helping by trembling and squirming and melting under her lover's skillful hands. But shit, she can't help it. And it's when she feels that warm, slick tongue that she lets out a strangled moan, arching even more despite herself. Monaco's tongue keeps moving, her fingers continue with those teasing circles, her hand mindlessly groping at some part of her ( ... )
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