Sheer [Norway/Belgium]
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roesslyngTitle: Sheer
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Norway/Belgium
Rating: 18+
Length: 500~
Summary: Sometimes, it's worth it to go to bed a bit early.
Other: Written for the APH anon meme "impromptu smut-a-thon. Prompt was "if this was on tumblr it would be flagged as explicit", pfff. [Original post]
Sheer
"I think it's time I headed to bed," Belgium said, brushing a kiss over his cheek. "You can join me after a bit."
Her voice was light and teasing. Norway glanced at the clock. "A bit early for sleep, ain't it?"
"I didn't say anything about sleeping, did I?" She pecked him on the cheek.
Well, then. That was another thing entirely. "Fifteen minutes or so?"
A nod. And then she was gone.
He occupied his time by washing their dishes from supper, and tried not to wonder too much about what she had in mind. Whatever it was, it was sure to be good.
Just as he'd promised, he followed after a while. Knocked before going in.
And there she was.
Quite a sight in the low, warm lighting, transparent fabric draping over everything. He swallowed harshly, meeting her eyes at first, but then she smiled at him and – well. Norway took that as permission to let his gaze wander. And he did.
"I see you planned for this," Norway murmured, unable to stop a flush from spreading over his cheeks.
"Just a little," Belgium said. She went to him, nudging him against the door, pressing up against him, her soft body fitting so perfectly against his. She said nothing more; just kissed him good and firm before parting. "It's time for you to get to bed, isn't it?"
Well. He wasn't about to say no.
Somehow, her hands moved more swiftly than his; she stripped him bare more easily than he could have, and it was for the better, as he wasn't sure he could manage without fumbling. Then she nudged him to the bed, and down, and –
And then she was over him, soft thighs straddling his hips, soft light spilling over her, soft fabric doing absolutely nothing to obscure the full, round shape of her breasts, the firm points of her nipples. Belgium dipped her head to kiss him, and Norway found himself gasping against her mouth, unable to stop himself.
His hands came up to cup her face. She allowed it, for a moment, smiling against his lips. Then she took him by the wrists and guided his hands down. And in a moment she was gasping, her lips parting into the kiss as he stroked the curve of her breasts, brushed his thumbs over her nipples through the fabric.
It didn't escape Norway's attention how she shivered under his touch. He could feel the heat from her cheeks, the warmth down below. He ached for her already, but he wasn't ready just yet, and somehow Belgium must have known that, as she didn't move to touch him, merely slid her fingers through his hair.
Gently, he nudged her back a little, and moved with her, trailing his mouth from Belgium's lips down her throat. His hands left her breasts only a moment, just long enough to slip the fabric from her shoulders, making it pool at her elbows.
And as he dipped his head lower, caressing her bare nipples with lips and tongue, he felt her shiver, heard her gasp a soft, barely-there encouragement that made him groan in response.
For this, it was more than worth turning in a bit early.
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Norway/Belgium
Rating: 18+
Length: 500~
Summary: Sometimes, it's worth it to go to bed a bit early.
Other: Written for the APH anon meme "impromptu smut-a-thon. Prompt was "if this was on tumblr it would be flagged as explicit", pfff. [Original post]
Sheer
"I think it's time I headed to bed," Belgium said, brushing a kiss over his cheek. "You can join me after a bit."
Her voice was light and teasing. Norway glanced at the clock. "A bit early for sleep, ain't it?"
"I didn't say anything about sleeping, did I?" She pecked him on the cheek.
Well, then. That was another thing entirely. "Fifteen minutes or so?"
A nod. And then she was gone.
He occupied his time by washing their dishes from supper, and tried not to wonder too much about what she had in mind. Whatever it was, it was sure to be good.
Just as he'd promised, he followed after a while. Knocked before going in.
And there she was.
Quite a sight in the low, warm lighting, transparent fabric draping over everything. He swallowed harshly, meeting her eyes at first, but then she smiled at him and – well. Norway took that as permission to let his gaze wander. And he did.
"I see you planned for this," Norway murmured, unable to stop a flush from spreading over his cheeks.
"Just a little," Belgium said. She went to him, nudging him against the door, pressing up against him, her soft body fitting so perfectly against his. She said nothing more; just kissed him good and firm before parting. "It's time for you to get to bed, isn't it?"
Well. He wasn't about to say no.
Somehow, her hands moved more swiftly than his; she stripped him bare more easily than he could have, and it was for the better, as he wasn't sure he could manage without fumbling. Then she nudged him to the bed, and down, and –
And then she was over him, soft thighs straddling his hips, soft light spilling over her, soft fabric doing absolutely nothing to obscure the full, round shape of her breasts, the firm points of her nipples. Belgium dipped her head to kiss him, and Norway found himself gasping against her mouth, unable to stop himself.
His hands came up to cup her face. She allowed it, for a moment, smiling against his lips. Then she took him by the wrists and guided his hands down. And in a moment she was gasping, her lips parting into the kiss as he stroked the curve of her breasts, brushed his thumbs over her nipples through the fabric.
It didn't escape Norway's attention how she shivered under his touch. He could feel the heat from her cheeks, the warmth down below. He ached for her already, but he wasn't ready just yet, and somehow Belgium must have known that, as she didn't move to touch him, merely slid her fingers through his hair.
Gently, he nudged her back a little, and moved with her, trailing his mouth from Belgium's lips down her throat. His hands left her breasts only a moment, just long enough to slip the fabric from her shoulders, making it pool at her elbows.
And as he dipped his head lower, caressing her bare nipples with lips and tongue, he felt her shiver, heard her gasp a soft, barely-there encouragement that made him groan in response.
For this, it was more than worth turning in a bit early.
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