Title of Chapter: Picnic
Characters: Iceland / Denmark
Rating: Yellow
FOOTNOTES Flash - fic / Romance / Shonen-ai
Disclaimer: Celebrities, places and habits are the property of Sensei Himaruya, the writing and situations are my property.
. Picnic.
'Icee! "Despite
close the window, including taxes, the irritating voice of Denmark in his ears pierced, drilling and consequently destroys the brain. Annoying, yes.
There could have been better word to describe the annoying Danish ... that, by golly!, was throwing stones against the window!
If he had waited a few seconds I wonder to what extent it would arrive. Maybe avvrebbe tried to break down the door with a battering ram. Best avoided.
opened the window, leaning out with half bust. His hair disheveled, his eyes blazing purple with envy and bow undone.
"What the hell do you want?" Syllabus, choosing his words carefully, making them sharp and full of malice. Not only had disturbed his sleep, but had also done so quite noisy and intrusive. Ice and hated that kind of intrusiveness. Especially if you wore the face and voice of Denmark.
smiled the biggest, waving a massive and surely full basket lunch. "Today is a beautiful day ... Would you like to eat together? "Ice
blinked. Yes, I would certainly be a dream.
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And yet, despite everything, despite the fact that they had made a clearing in the middle of lunch with the unit on the towel on the ground, could not believe it. He was contrite in his tight jacket with red cheeks and downcast eyes, Den, however, did nothing but embarrass even more. Hugged him, trying to spoon-feed!, Offered him a drink even though he had not touched food.
It was a situation at the extreme limit of shame, since he had become independent had not had such close contact with the Danish and, therefore, was somewhat uncomfortable.
'Den ... Wait, I ... "
She put her hand on his chest, almost gently away so you have room to talk, and occasionally to breathe. "We have not never had ... A decent relationship. Yeah, I mean, you know, I would not, but-"
The speech was interrupted abruptly. Not Ice, no, but Den. And not with a simple gesture like a hand over her mouth or a shouted sentence above, but with a kiss. Ice
eyes became huge pools of purple and bright from a nondescript mixture of shame and desire, fear and expectation. Her little hands clung to the shirt that he wore Den, Stratton against him up to lying down, one below and one above, dodging the towel on groceries now stripped of all interest.
broke away shortly after, the tears fell from the eyes of Ice without him he used his authority to stop them. Den smiled, almost foolishly, fusing his aquamarine eyes with the deep purple of Ice. "And if we were to change this relationship?"
moments of silence passed, during which the mind of Ice does not process any response. Her lips were moving first.
"God, yes!"
He raised his arms, clasped his neck and pulled him towards him, kissing him on his own initiative without saying a word. Den had never seen, felt or heard clearer answer than that.
. Finish.
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