Title of chapter: squeak
Characters: Norway / Denmark
Rating: Red
FOOTNOTES One-shot / Comedy / Romance
Disclaimer: People, places and habits are the property of Sensei Himaruya; the writing and situations are my property.
. Squeaking.
Open. Closed. Open. Closed.
strange, increasingly closed and opened eyes and yet that stupid face, that stupid body, that stupid-huge-pack and that stupid in general was still there in the doorway of his house and even tried to enter without be invited. Sooner or later it would hit him so hard that it pass out there where he was.
"What do you want?" There, perfect. Flat voice, monotone, eyes and mouth hard. A clear signal had to leave Denmark, and also fast.
Too bad he could not implement it. Or at least not entirely.
"Since your bed creaking in a fearful every time I fuck you bought this!" So here's what was in that box, so bulky. A bed. Fig.
But Norway was not able to incorporate the fact that it was a good read, because the word sex was about to slam the door in his face the whole of Denmark with the intention not to enter for at least the next thousand years. But the Dane was quicker: crept la scatola appena in tempo per costringere Nor a farlo entrare. Poi sarebbe stato tutto molto più semplice.
Sospirando in modo perfettamente udibile Norvegia lo fece entrare, per poi salire le scale che portavano al piano di sopra senza nemmeno degnare di uno sguardo l'altro che, dal canto suo, lo stava già seguendo docile come un cagnolino. Continuava a parlare dell'ottima qualità del letto che aveva preso, che ci sarebbero voluti solo dieci minuti a montarlo -Ikea docet- e che poi avrebbero dovuto assolutamente provarlo .
Chiara prova che Den era davvero stupido, perchè se forse aveva qualche speranza di "provare" il nuovo letto in quel momento it was as if he had burned in a flash. Norway turned and shut the door of the room which was just ajar, he pointed a finger imperiously at the end of the stairs. "Out."
Den's eyes widened slightly, a smile appeared on her lips, and resting the box on the ground with little grace, took the life norvegiese caricandoselo in the shoulder as if it were a naughty child . A spanking to complete the set, and here. A death in Norway ready to get pissed off with nothing. Den
But this did not matter.
"Truly, the box is empty, I just wanted an excuse." Here stretched his free hand, opened the door and behold, Nor found himself on his bed-the one that squeaks, so with great man-of Denmark looming over him with a smile that faded into a grin at the corner of the lips. He did not want to have sex, not at all, had just finished reading a book so heavy as to leave no desire for several months-especially if they were understood to have Den sweating and panting upon himself. Heck, it weighed! -. Typical of Denmark was not grasp the concepts more than obvious, but this time the strange gaze softened a little. Only a little.
"I do not want to do, Nor?" And so here goes again. With that low voice that blows my mind Nor and all its fairies. And that expression, eyes liquid shouting: Shit, I want you!
But how could he feel comfortable in such moments?
snorted, loudly as before, and saw their arms to get up to join in an almost infinitesimal neck Den. It was hot, and her hair was softer than usual, that if they had not washed for the occasion?
"Do what you want." It would never have found such an indecent proposal because of the tone. Bored, angry almost. But Denmark believed that there was so used to gather under a veil of desire icy that appearance, so much that he decided to be sweeter than usual.
"Well, as disobeyed? Otherwise there is a risk that reduces me to a pulp ... "
was a simple pull-down zip, a zip that did not last long at the hands of Den, which provvedette quickly to bring it down to leave the skin so damn sensitive that even a kiss was red in a way that it rev up. And on the rare occasions that he could take it gently and without going in a hurry were rare, really.
its part, Norway seemed almost passively accept those attentions. Not that it bothers him, even when the language Denmark reached the zone that would be better not to name-he lost even a sob, quickly smothered by the hands that almost sealed the lips. But it was not only the language of the problem: when your fingers because it violated no apparent logical connection between the smile of Den and what they were doing all these fingers took a different turn.
follow the movement with your body and soul, feeling very close to someone rather than in his whole life. Maybe it was the act in itself, which, while condemning it whenever the opportunity presents itself if the did not get away, maybe it was the stupid excuse that the Dane had used to approach it, after all that had made him smile even if he had not demonstrated, or maybe it was because the man who was preparing him in the ear Blow out compliments that was not used to hearing it was just Denmark. Most likely if it was someone else would not be the same.
"Nor ... ah ... "But more than anything was the sound of his voice that drew lightning shivers throughout her body, and he took it. And I felt, damn it, I felt that time pushing as ever. His hands slowly slipped from his lips and left ear of the Danish free to sigh as he deserved.
'Den ... "he murmured, with the body moved increasingly into the cushions from the heat. "Den ..." more powerful voice, taking on any part of his body grew strong enough to scratch the hard Pellacchia of Denmark.
'Den, "No way, not even once he had managed to resist its name from the URL while back there was a tendency to bow and was smearing those sheets that, damn, I had really seen all the colors.
sank against the mattress without saying a word, not that I usually say a lot, intent on staring at the ceiling and catch your breath that he had been taken away by force. Without the slightest notice that Den was laughing, lying on side with one hand on her belly. Or rather, the hand felt.
"Hey Nor." The requested swiveled his head slowly. If he was tired before you begin at that time was three times more tired.
"Mh?" Barely a monosyllable, not at all discouraged Den. He began to laugh more when they get the attention of the boy and slapped his hand that held his head on the mattress.
"Listen," he said, tapping it again. "Cigola for real!"
Most likely the cry of Denmark with very little grace was thrown out of the house Norway was felt throughout Europe.
. Squeaking.
