Open [Norway/Sweden]
Nov. 4th, 2009 10:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
roesslyngTitle: Open
Characters/Pairing: Norway/Sweden
Rating: 13+
Length: 230
Summary: Norway contemplates his relationship with Sweden.
Other: Written for Ellie. Originall posted in my personal journal. (Original post)
Open
Norway thought he was strange, that one. Chilly in a way, but not cold, not really, just strange. Awkward. Not good with voicing his thoughts, always going around silent.
That suited Norway fine. He didn’t mind. No need to constantly run the mouth; he saw no point in chatter and idleness. No, he knew that when Sweden did speak he put care into his words, wanting to ensure that it was right. It was good.
So when they walked together in the night he didn’t mind that neither of them said anything. Instead he smiled at the sensation of cool air on their cheeks and the chill of the falling snow that dusted their shoulders and caught in their hair.
Large fingers brushed his bare hand. Norway returned the gesture and as a rough thumb grazed his palm he shivered. Their fingers knitted and that said enough. They fit together perfectly, firm and gentle. He knew that when they returned to his home there would be a word or two, and touches, and kisses leaving them both breathless. They would go together like a key slipping into a lock and there was no doubt in Norway’s mind that in those moments he would come undone.
That would come later, movement and the sound of clothes slipping to the floor. For the time being the world was still and all was peacefully silent.
Characters/Pairing: Norway/Sweden
Rating: 13+
Length: 230
Summary: Norway contemplates his relationship with Sweden.
Other: Written for Ellie. Originall posted in my personal journal. (Original post)
Open
Norway thought he was strange, that one. Chilly in a way, but not cold, not really, just strange. Awkward. Not good with voicing his thoughts, always going around silent.
That suited Norway fine. He didn’t mind. No need to constantly run the mouth; he saw no point in chatter and idleness. No, he knew that when Sweden did speak he put care into his words, wanting to ensure that it was right. It was good.
So when they walked together in the night he didn’t mind that neither of them said anything. Instead he smiled at the sensation of cool air on their cheeks and the chill of the falling snow that dusted their shoulders and caught in their hair.
Large fingers brushed his bare hand. Norway returned the gesture and as a rough thumb grazed his palm he shivered. Their fingers knitted and that said enough. They fit together perfectly, firm and gentle. He knew that when they returned to his home there would be a word or two, and touches, and kisses leaving them both breathless. They would go together like a key slipping into a lock and there was no doubt in Norway’s mind that in those moments he would come undone.
That would come later, movement and the sound of clothes slipping to the floor. For the time being the world was still and all was peacefully silent.
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