Untitled [Estonia/Finland]
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roesslyngTitle: Untitled
Characters/Pairing: Estonia/Finland
Rating: 15+
Length: 160
Summary: An intimate moment spent outdoors.
Other: Written for a ficlet challenge at the APH anon meme. (Original post)
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Estonia welcomed the memories of that warm summer evening he had spent with Finland, the golden air filled with the sound of their laughter, giving way soon to breaths and quiet.
Breezes blew in from the lake, fresh on their bare skin, and amid the hush of rustling leaves and the scent of fireweed they enjoyed one another's company where nobody else could see.
They cherished those moments, the two of them, savouring every kiss, every breath, knowing that it might be a good while before they would have the chance again.
The familiar touch was welcome, though the press of the rooty and uneven ground was not, and afterward they both joked and complained of how uncomfortable it had been, their laughter rising in the air once again.
No matter what he had said on that evening, Estonia knew that he would welcome the press of pine roots once more, if it meant having such a moment with his friend again.
Characters/Pairing: Estonia/Finland
Rating: 15+
Length: 160
Summary: An intimate moment spent outdoors.
Other: Written for a ficlet challenge at the APH anon meme. (Original post)
Untitled
Estonia welcomed the memories of that warm summer evening he had spent with Finland, the golden air filled with the sound of their laughter, giving way soon to breaths and quiet.
Breezes blew in from the lake, fresh on their bare skin, and amid the hush of rustling leaves and the scent of fireweed they enjoyed one another's company where nobody else could see.
They cherished those moments, the two of them, savouring every kiss, every breath, knowing that it might be a good while before they would have the chance again.
The familiar touch was welcome, though the press of the rooty and uneven ground was not, and afterward they both joked and complained of how uncomfortable it had been, their laughter rising in the air once again.
No matter what he had said on that evening, Estonia knew that he would welcome the press of pine roots once more, if it meant having such a moment with his friend again.
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