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roesslyngTitle: Crumpled by the heat
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: FemRomania/FemBulgaria
Rating: 18+
Length: 3.2k
Summary: It's way too hot out, but not too hot for sex. Apparently.
Other:
Crumpled by the heat
It had been a long day. Long, but good. A day spent out with Romania – as far as Bulgaria was concerned, there were few things better than that.
Romania stuck close on the walk back to Bulgaria's house, slinging her arm around Bulgaria's shoulders. Gave her a little squeeze. Close enough to make her flustered, a thought she could push down for the moment – the warmth in her cheeks easy enough to explain away by the summer heat.
The house was dark when they stepped in, shades pulled shut against the heat of the day. Romania yawned and kicked off her sneakers, then headed toward the kitchen. "Hey, you want anything?" she asked, calling over her shoulder. She acted as if she owned the place – but as far as Bulgaria was concerned, as long as she kept that to their personal relationship and nothing beyond, she didn't mind one bit.
"Just some ice water," Bulgaria said. "Wait a minute, I'll be right back."
She headed toward her bedroom, leaving Romania to rummage around in the fridge.
As soon as she was in her bedroom, her shirt came off, followed by her bra. Bulgaria let out a long sigh of relief as she tossed it in the laundry hamper. Normally, she wasn't that bothered, but today... not today. Not with the stifling heat. She could do without it.
She pulled her shirt back on, sighing at the sensation of the tank top's soft fabric. Much, much better. Pausing in front of the mirror, she tidied her hair, sweeping it back into place from the mess that the heat and undressing had made of it, adjusting the ribbon that held it back from her face. A glance at the room behind her in the mirror made her stomach sink. It was a mess – she'd planned to tidy up before Romania arrived, but between one thing and another, she hadn't managed to get to it together. Maybe she should –
"Hey, are you dead, or what?" came Romania's voice calling to her from the living room.
Bulgaria shook her head. Well, fine. Besides, Romania wasn't someone who would notice the state of her room, or care even if she did notice.
She smoothed down the front of her short skirt, tucked another strand of hair behind her ear, and went to join Romania.
Romania was flopped on the sofa, looking like she'd collapsed there. Her eyes were half-shut, dozy and content. "Took you long enough," she said, a wide smile spreading over her lips. "What, were you freshening up for me?"
"No!" But for all her protests, the both of them knew better. Bulgaria sank down onto the sofa, sighing.
The room was too warm, and somehow just sitting next to Romania made her feel warmer.
"I think you were," Romania pressed, grinning as she poked Bulgaria with her foot. "You went and tidied up a little for me. You just don't want to admit it!"
Bulgaria rolled her eyes and reached for the ice water on the table, the glass cool and beading with condensation. She sipped slowly, savouring it while she tried to think of something witty to say. Unable to come up with anything bright, she decided the next best thing was to say what she actually thought. "You wouldn't care even if I didn't," she said. "Whether I cleaned up or not, it's the same to you."
"That's not true. I wouldn't mind if you didn't clean up. It's not the same thing."
"Are you sure?" Bulgaria asked, glancing at her.
"Yeah." Romania rested back, running her tongue over her teeth, a thoughtful expression on her face as she tried to put her thoughts into words. "See, if it's just you – that's regular, unvarnished Bulgaria. No filters. And I like you, so I like regular old Bulgaria. But if you're making an effort to get prettied up for me – even if you only brushed your hair or whatever – well! That's something extra, right? Bulgaria with sprinkles on. It makes a difference." Her eyes flashed, and she grinned. "Know what I mean?"
Bulgaria sighed. "You're impossible," she said, and pushed Romania's feet out of her lap.
"And I'm right." There was that grin again, those bright eyes that Bulgaria could never resist. "You know I'm right."
"Fine, fine. Whatever you say." It was too warm for her to even think about arguing. She rested back onto the couch, closed her eyes, and decided to let Romania have her win.
A moment later, Romania was close, nestling up against her. Fingertips on her chin turning her head. Soft lips brushing against her mouth. Bulgaria melted under the attention, relaxed into it. Lips parting, she reached for Romania and drew her close.
It was comfortable, as usual. The shape of her mouth and her body. The sharpness of Romania's teeth against Bulgaria's lower lip. Bulgaria opened her mouth and let her in.
Romania took that invitation. Moved closer, pressing Bulgaria back into the couch cushions, pressing against her with two hands on her shoulders and a knee planting onto the edge of the couch, between Bulgaria's thighs.
It would have seemed like too much all at once if Bulgaria weren't used to it. She let Romania pin her, arms sliding around her to pull her close, flushing as she sucked on her tongue.
She was so warm.
Her hands settled on Romania's waist. Already, she felt dizzy, unsteady. She was far too conscious of Romania's mouth on her own, her body pressed against her, her hands in her hair.
It was hard to ignore the heat of her, the sensation of Romania's chest pressed against hers. Bulgaria was sure that Romania had known exactly what she was doing when she'd put her knee between her legs, and it was hard not ti give her the satisfaction of pressing forward and grinding against it.
The kiss was hot. Romania's lips were soft, slick with cherry lipgloss, a contrast to the sharpness of her teeth, the way she bit down, making Bulgaria let out a soft groan.
Romania never did anything halfway.
Bulgaria didn't mind.
After a moment, Romania broke the kiss, her breath coming heavy and hot as she lingered close. Her hands moved, searching, until they found Bulgaria's hair ribbon and untied it, letting her hair fall around her shoulders.
Drawing a long breath, Bulgaria nosed against Romania's cheek. "You're going to make a mess of my hair," she murmured by her ear. Somehow, she couldn't help but feel dizzy. "It's going to get all over the place."
"You never mind that much," was Romania's reply. She was close, so close, pressing up against Bulgaria, her mouth near her ear, breath hot. "Besides, I have a better use for it."
"Yes...?"
Romania's lips brushed against her ear. "Put your hands behind your back," she said.
Bulgaria swallowed and did as she was told.
It took a little adjusting. A little shifting. She arched her back, pressing against Romania, trying to give room as Romania reached around her. She knew what she was going to do, and she didn't mind – not in the least – but the angle was awkward, the small amount of room between her back and the couch making it a challenge, and -
Eventually she gave up and scooted forward, her skirt riding up as she moved, her crotch pressing against Romania's knee, where it was planted between her legs on the couch cushions.
Bulgaria bit her lip, swallowed hard, and let Romania work. The ribbon was soft against her wrists, and Romania's body was soft against her own. She waited, breathing slowly, as Romania wrapped it around her wrists. Tied her. It was simple, loose – tied enough to be secure, but she was sure she could wiggle out of it if she had to. If she wanted to.
The idea of it was the point, more than any kind of real restraint.
Romania drew away, then. Just enough so there was room between them, rather than being pressed up against Bulgaria the way she had been before. There was a smug look on her face as she settled her hands on Bulgaria's waist, her eyes warm and bright.
Bulgaria swallowed. She was conscious of the position she was in; with her arms tied behind her back, it left her exposed. And Romania was still sitting as she had been, her knee between Bulgaria's thighs leaving Bulgaria all too aware of how short her skirt was, and how warm she was, and how Romania must be able to feel the heat from her arousal through the thin cotton.
A fingertip on her chin distracted Bulgaria from that thought. Then Romania's mouth on hers took her mind off it completely.
She parted her lips as Romania swept her tongue over them, letting out a soft moan at the sensation of her sliding into her mouth. Then the hands at her waist moved, gliding up to cup her breasts.
Between the tongue in her mouth and the friction from fabric against her nipples, it was impossible not to react. Bulgaria moaned, arching up into the touch, pressing against Romania's hands.
There was a soft laugh from Romania, muffled by their mouths. When she finally pulled away, her eyes were bright. She looked much too pleased with herself, Bulgaria thought.
Not that she minded.
"You planned this, right?" Romania drawled. She gave Bulgaria's breast a squeeze, dipping her head to graze a kiss against Bulgaria's neck.
"Uh...." Bulgaria flushed deeply, trying to think. "No?"
"No?" A pause. Romania stilled, as if unsure what to think of that.
"I mean, I didn't know you'd get so handsy! Not that I mind." Bulgaria licked her lips. "Besides, I..."
"Yeah?" Curious.
That mouth was by her ear again, Romania's breath hot and close. Bulgaria swallowed hard, and gathered her nerves. "If I'd planned this, I wouldn't be wearing any underwear at all."
She heard Romania's breath catch. It was the smallest pause, followed by a huff of a laugh. "Well, you won't be wearing them for long."
Obviously not. Not with the way they were positioned. Not with the way Romania had her tied. Bulgaria tried to think of a snappy comeback, but then one of Romania's hands drifted low to sneak up her skirt, and any thought became impossible. Any words that she might say caught in her throat as Romania's fingers pressed between her legs. They slid against the fabric, pressing against the heat before sweeping up to rub against her clit.
"You're so wet." Romania's vice by her ear again. Romania, her breath hot against skin.
Bulgaria swallowed, imagining the smug expression on Romania's face, the one she was sure was there, the one that must be there. The expression that would get even smugger in a moment. "You should do something about it," she said.
"Oh yeah?" Fingertips searching, nudging damp fabric aside to dip beneath and slide against slick heat. "Like what?"
Bulgaria whimpered. Turned her head. Caught Romania's lips in an open-mouthed kiss, moaning softly as she bucked her hips. Swept her tongue over Romania's lips. Felt her give a soft huff of a laugh.
Romania's eyes were bright as she pulled away, her smile wide. "Okay!" was all she said – and then she moved from the couch, and got on her knees.
It wasn't easy to move to give her room, not with the way Bulgaria's hands were tied behind her back. It was loose – she could have loosed the bonds further and slipped out of them. But where would be the fun in that? Bulgaria planed her feet, arched her hips. Lifted them enough, just enough, for Romania's hands to move, to grip her underwear and draw it off.
Her breath caught as Romania pushed her skirt up to her hips, pushed her thighs apart. Grabbed her body and pulled her closer to the edge of the couch – for better access.
A glance down. Romania met her eyes, warm eyes bright and glittery. She smiled, looking pleased with herself. Brushed her lips against the inside of Bulgaria's thigh. Then, smiling widely, she moved inward.
Bulgaria moaned.
Romania's mouth was hot and wet. Her tongue swept slowly, sliding in, then upward. In. Upward. Bulgaria bit at her lower lip, feeling flush, feeling heady, heat creeping up her neck and across her cheeks and between her legs. The ribbon tying her wrists was hardly holding her at all but she kept her hands where they were, kept her wrists where they were, rather than grabbing Romania by the hair to press her mouth harder between her legs, or pinching her own nipples to help herself along. It was part of the point, part of the game, and she whimpered as Romania's wet tongue slid inside to taste her again.
"Teasing," she breathed, trying to rock forward to press her crotch more firmly against Romania's mouth. Not that she was complaining, it was just -
A gasp escaped her as Romania sucked at her clit. Arching her back, she jerked against Romania's mouth, whimpering. She could feel the edges of her teeth, tucking it between them as she swept her tongue over it, so close to being too much. Nails digging into her thighs. So close, so close, so -
She came hard, whimpering, thighs trembling. It lasted – long – until finally Romania drew away, nuzzling at the inside of her thigh, allowing her some relief.
Bulgaria collapsed back onto the couch, exhausted. Still seeing stars, she wriggled out of the ribbon around her wrists, then sank into the cushions. Slowly, she pulled her shirt down again, barely able to think. She was dimly aware of Romania getting up and sinking down onto the couch beside her. A glance toward her revealed exactly what she expected to see – a smug, satisfied look on her face.
"Well?" Romania asked.
"Well." Bulgaria licked her lips. Tried to think. Couldn't. "Um. That was fun," she said, blushing as she said it. She was a little surprised that she could still blush after that. That there was enough blood in her cheeks for her to do it.
Romania let out a soft laugh. That smug look didn't leave her face, not as she swept her hair out of her eyes. Not as she slid her hands beneath her shirt to manoeuvre out of her bra, dropping it on the floor after a moment. Not as she moved to press close to Bulgaria, getting into her lap, straddling her hips. Arms sliding around Bulgaria's shoulders as she leaned close.
"You could thank me, y'know."
Bulgaria swallowed. The close proximity, the way Romania's lips brushed against her ear, was enough to send a shiver through her. But it wasn't enough to make her lose her head. She'd come down enough from the orgasm that of course she wasn't going to get hot and bothered again so soon.
Turning her head, she caught Romania's lips in a kiss. Settled her hands on her thighs and drifted her fingertips along them, down until they touched skin, then up again until she reached her hips.
Of course she could return the favour. Gladly.
Romania wasn't hard to please. She opened easily for her, pressed close. Let Bulgaria slide her tongue into her mouth, let her slide her hands along her body. Under her shirt. Up, up. Her skin was soft, and her small, round breasts fit perfectly in Bulgaria's hands.
It was satisfying to hear her. The way she panted, the way she gasped as Bulgaria squeezed her. It wasn't quite fair-play turnabout, but Bulgaria couldn't help but but happy about it anyway.
That and the way she pressed close, hips moving, rocking in Bulgaria's lap, grinding up against her.
Romania made a frustrated whimper against Bulgaria's lips. Drew back, sinking her teeth into Bulgaria's lower lip, sucking at it.
Romania's hands moved downward, and after a moment, Bulgaria realized that she was unbuttoning her own shorts. This was two seconds before Romania took hold of her hand and shoved it into her underwear. Bulgaria blushed and felt exasperated with herself for blushing, and then quickly became distracted from her own thoughts by everything else – Romania's mouth on hers, Romania's thighs straddling her hips, and the slick, wet heat between Romania's legs.
And to think Romania had teased her about being turned on. She wasn't any less hot herself, wet enough that her underwear was damp with it. Bulgaria wanted to tease her, wanted to break the kiss and comment on it, but she'd never been half as good at banter as Romania was. And besides, it was flattering – flattering that Romania wanted her so much.
She pressed her fingers together. Slid them, explored. Found her clit, and let it slide between her fingers, round and hard. She trapped it there, and rubbed her like that, pressing it until Romania's fingers clutched at her hair and her thighs shuddered and Bulgaria swallowed her moans.
Bulgaria didn't stop. She kept going, stroking her out, making Romania moan against her lips. Kept going until she came again, teeth biting down sharp as her hips jerked. Fingers gripping tight enough to bruise. It wasn't until then that Bulgaria eased up, drawing her hand away, out from the hot wet fabric to coil her arms around Romania's waist and hold her close.
She closed her eyes and took in the moment. The darkness of the room. The heat rolling off Romania's body, their skin hot and sticky where it made contact. Romania's deep, slow breathing, her head heavy on Bulgaria's shoulder.
It was nice.
Romania pulled away slowly, slowly. She slid her fingers through Bulgaria's hair, stroking. "Okay," she said, taking a long breath. Smiling. "It looks like you did a good job of thanking me," she said, her lips brushing Bulgaria's cheek.
Somehow, even after all that, the words sent a shiver down Bulgaria's spine. It felt good to hear Romania say that – even in a context like this. Or maybe especially a context like this? The right words just refused to come, so she pulled back a little to smile at her. "I wouldn't have minded trying again," she said. "Uh, if that wasn't quite enough."
Romania laughed. "Nah, that's good. I'm good." A quick peck to Bulgaria's lips. "You're good," she insisted. Then she moved, slipping out of Bulgaria's lap to sit next to her.
"I think..."
"Hmm?"
"I think I need a cold shower."
"Hah. I know what you mean." It was hard to think. Both the room's heat and the orgasms had left her pretty insensible. But at least the feeling was mutual. "Want to...?" She glanced at Romania.
Romania's lips twitched into a smile, and she leaned over to kiss Bulgaria's cheek. "Sure." A pause, then that smile slid into a grin. "Race you there!"
She was up and gone in a second – and somehow Bulgaria's brain caught up. "Hey!" she yelped, jumping up to run after her. She caught her, laughing, wrapped her arms around Romania, who snickered as she pretended to struggle out of her grip.
They made it to the bathroom eventually. Somehow. More miraculously, they spent the time in there actually washing up, an improvement over past times when they'd become too distracted with each other to manage that.
Later, as they shared a smoke on the patio, feeling refreshed, Bulgaria found herself glad for the company, glad for Romania's presence, glad for everything.
Glancing at her in the warm evening light, her hair flat and still slightly damp, the smoke curling around her. Romania was relaxed, staring off into space, watching the sky. Content.
Then she noticed Bulgaria looking. Met her gaze. Grinned, then passed the smoke to her, as if that was the obvious reason she would be looking.
Bulgaria took it. Took a drag. Decided to say nothing. She knew that Romania knew, and Romania knew that she knew.
That was enough, wasn't it?
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: FemRomania/FemBulgaria
Rating: 18+
Length: 3.2k
Summary: It's way too hot out, but not too hot for sex. Apparently.
Other:
Crumpled by the heat
It had been a long day. Long, but good. A day spent out with Romania – as far as Bulgaria was concerned, there were few things better than that.
Romania stuck close on the walk back to Bulgaria's house, slinging her arm around Bulgaria's shoulders. Gave her a little squeeze. Close enough to make her flustered, a thought she could push down for the moment – the warmth in her cheeks easy enough to explain away by the summer heat.
The house was dark when they stepped in, shades pulled shut against the heat of the day. Romania yawned and kicked off her sneakers, then headed toward the kitchen. "Hey, you want anything?" she asked, calling over her shoulder. She acted as if she owned the place – but as far as Bulgaria was concerned, as long as she kept that to their personal relationship and nothing beyond, she didn't mind one bit.
"Just some ice water," Bulgaria said. "Wait a minute, I'll be right back."
She headed toward her bedroom, leaving Romania to rummage around in the fridge.
As soon as she was in her bedroom, her shirt came off, followed by her bra. Bulgaria let out a long sigh of relief as she tossed it in the laundry hamper. Normally, she wasn't that bothered, but today... not today. Not with the stifling heat. She could do without it.
She pulled her shirt back on, sighing at the sensation of the tank top's soft fabric. Much, much better. Pausing in front of the mirror, she tidied her hair, sweeping it back into place from the mess that the heat and undressing had made of it, adjusting the ribbon that held it back from her face. A glance at the room behind her in the mirror made her stomach sink. It was a mess – she'd planned to tidy up before Romania arrived, but between one thing and another, she hadn't managed to get to it together. Maybe she should –
"Hey, are you dead, or what?" came Romania's voice calling to her from the living room.
Bulgaria shook her head. Well, fine. Besides, Romania wasn't someone who would notice the state of her room, or care even if she did notice.
She smoothed down the front of her short skirt, tucked another strand of hair behind her ear, and went to join Romania.
Romania was flopped on the sofa, looking like she'd collapsed there. Her eyes were half-shut, dozy and content. "Took you long enough," she said, a wide smile spreading over her lips. "What, were you freshening up for me?"
"No!" But for all her protests, the both of them knew better. Bulgaria sank down onto the sofa, sighing.
The room was too warm, and somehow just sitting next to Romania made her feel warmer.
"I think you were," Romania pressed, grinning as she poked Bulgaria with her foot. "You went and tidied up a little for me. You just don't want to admit it!"
Bulgaria rolled her eyes and reached for the ice water on the table, the glass cool and beading with condensation. She sipped slowly, savouring it while she tried to think of something witty to say. Unable to come up with anything bright, she decided the next best thing was to say what she actually thought. "You wouldn't care even if I didn't," she said. "Whether I cleaned up or not, it's the same to you."
"That's not true. I wouldn't mind if you didn't clean up. It's not the same thing."
"Are you sure?" Bulgaria asked, glancing at her.
"Yeah." Romania rested back, running her tongue over her teeth, a thoughtful expression on her face as she tried to put her thoughts into words. "See, if it's just you – that's regular, unvarnished Bulgaria. No filters. And I like you, so I like regular old Bulgaria. But if you're making an effort to get prettied up for me – even if you only brushed your hair or whatever – well! That's something extra, right? Bulgaria with sprinkles on. It makes a difference." Her eyes flashed, and she grinned. "Know what I mean?"
Bulgaria sighed. "You're impossible," she said, and pushed Romania's feet out of her lap.
"And I'm right." There was that grin again, those bright eyes that Bulgaria could never resist. "You know I'm right."
"Fine, fine. Whatever you say." It was too warm for her to even think about arguing. She rested back onto the couch, closed her eyes, and decided to let Romania have her win.
A moment later, Romania was close, nestling up against her. Fingertips on her chin turning her head. Soft lips brushing against her mouth. Bulgaria melted under the attention, relaxed into it. Lips parting, she reached for Romania and drew her close.
It was comfortable, as usual. The shape of her mouth and her body. The sharpness of Romania's teeth against Bulgaria's lower lip. Bulgaria opened her mouth and let her in.
Romania took that invitation. Moved closer, pressing Bulgaria back into the couch cushions, pressing against her with two hands on her shoulders and a knee planting onto the edge of the couch, between Bulgaria's thighs.
It would have seemed like too much all at once if Bulgaria weren't used to it. She let Romania pin her, arms sliding around her to pull her close, flushing as she sucked on her tongue.
She was so warm.
Her hands settled on Romania's waist. Already, she felt dizzy, unsteady. She was far too conscious of Romania's mouth on her own, her body pressed against her, her hands in her hair.
It was hard to ignore the heat of her, the sensation of Romania's chest pressed against hers. Bulgaria was sure that Romania had known exactly what she was doing when she'd put her knee between her legs, and it was hard not ti give her the satisfaction of pressing forward and grinding against it.
The kiss was hot. Romania's lips were soft, slick with cherry lipgloss, a contrast to the sharpness of her teeth, the way she bit down, making Bulgaria let out a soft groan.
Romania never did anything halfway.
Bulgaria didn't mind.
After a moment, Romania broke the kiss, her breath coming heavy and hot as she lingered close. Her hands moved, searching, until they found Bulgaria's hair ribbon and untied it, letting her hair fall around her shoulders.
Drawing a long breath, Bulgaria nosed against Romania's cheek. "You're going to make a mess of my hair," she murmured by her ear. Somehow, she couldn't help but feel dizzy. "It's going to get all over the place."
"You never mind that much," was Romania's reply. She was close, so close, pressing up against Bulgaria, her mouth near her ear, breath hot. "Besides, I have a better use for it."
"Yes...?"
Romania's lips brushed against her ear. "Put your hands behind your back," she said.
Bulgaria swallowed and did as she was told.
It took a little adjusting. A little shifting. She arched her back, pressing against Romania, trying to give room as Romania reached around her. She knew what she was going to do, and she didn't mind – not in the least – but the angle was awkward, the small amount of room between her back and the couch making it a challenge, and -
Eventually she gave up and scooted forward, her skirt riding up as she moved, her crotch pressing against Romania's knee, where it was planted between her legs on the couch cushions.
Bulgaria bit her lip, swallowed hard, and let Romania work. The ribbon was soft against her wrists, and Romania's body was soft against her own. She waited, breathing slowly, as Romania wrapped it around her wrists. Tied her. It was simple, loose – tied enough to be secure, but she was sure she could wiggle out of it if she had to. If she wanted to.
The idea of it was the point, more than any kind of real restraint.
Romania drew away, then. Just enough so there was room between them, rather than being pressed up against Bulgaria the way she had been before. There was a smug look on her face as she settled her hands on Bulgaria's waist, her eyes warm and bright.
Bulgaria swallowed. She was conscious of the position she was in; with her arms tied behind her back, it left her exposed. And Romania was still sitting as she had been, her knee between Bulgaria's thighs leaving Bulgaria all too aware of how short her skirt was, and how warm she was, and how Romania must be able to feel the heat from her arousal through the thin cotton.
A fingertip on her chin distracted Bulgaria from that thought. Then Romania's mouth on hers took her mind off it completely.
She parted her lips as Romania swept her tongue over them, letting out a soft moan at the sensation of her sliding into her mouth. Then the hands at her waist moved, gliding up to cup her breasts.
Between the tongue in her mouth and the friction from fabric against her nipples, it was impossible not to react. Bulgaria moaned, arching up into the touch, pressing against Romania's hands.
There was a soft laugh from Romania, muffled by their mouths. When she finally pulled away, her eyes were bright. She looked much too pleased with herself, Bulgaria thought.
Not that she minded.
"You planned this, right?" Romania drawled. She gave Bulgaria's breast a squeeze, dipping her head to graze a kiss against Bulgaria's neck.
"Uh...." Bulgaria flushed deeply, trying to think. "No?"
"No?" A pause. Romania stilled, as if unsure what to think of that.
"I mean, I didn't know you'd get so handsy! Not that I mind." Bulgaria licked her lips. "Besides, I..."
"Yeah?" Curious.
That mouth was by her ear again, Romania's breath hot and close. Bulgaria swallowed hard, and gathered her nerves. "If I'd planned this, I wouldn't be wearing any underwear at all."
She heard Romania's breath catch. It was the smallest pause, followed by a huff of a laugh. "Well, you won't be wearing them for long."
Obviously not. Not with the way they were positioned. Not with the way Romania had her tied. Bulgaria tried to think of a snappy comeback, but then one of Romania's hands drifted low to sneak up her skirt, and any thought became impossible. Any words that she might say caught in her throat as Romania's fingers pressed between her legs. They slid against the fabric, pressing against the heat before sweeping up to rub against her clit.
"You're so wet." Romania's vice by her ear again. Romania, her breath hot against skin.
Bulgaria swallowed, imagining the smug expression on Romania's face, the one she was sure was there, the one that must be there. The expression that would get even smugger in a moment. "You should do something about it," she said.
"Oh yeah?" Fingertips searching, nudging damp fabric aside to dip beneath and slide against slick heat. "Like what?"
Bulgaria whimpered. Turned her head. Caught Romania's lips in an open-mouthed kiss, moaning softly as she bucked her hips. Swept her tongue over Romania's lips. Felt her give a soft huff of a laugh.
Romania's eyes were bright as she pulled away, her smile wide. "Okay!" was all she said – and then she moved from the couch, and got on her knees.
It wasn't easy to move to give her room, not with the way Bulgaria's hands were tied behind her back. It was loose – she could have loosed the bonds further and slipped out of them. But where would be the fun in that? Bulgaria planed her feet, arched her hips. Lifted them enough, just enough, for Romania's hands to move, to grip her underwear and draw it off.
Her breath caught as Romania pushed her skirt up to her hips, pushed her thighs apart. Grabbed her body and pulled her closer to the edge of the couch – for better access.
A glance down. Romania met her eyes, warm eyes bright and glittery. She smiled, looking pleased with herself. Brushed her lips against the inside of Bulgaria's thigh. Then, smiling widely, she moved inward.
Bulgaria moaned.
Romania's mouth was hot and wet. Her tongue swept slowly, sliding in, then upward. In. Upward. Bulgaria bit at her lower lip, feeling flush, feeling heady, heat creeping up her neck and across her cheeks and between her legs. The ribbon tying her wrists was hardly holding her at all but she kept her hands where they were, kept her wrists where they were, rather than grabbing Romania by the hair to press her mouth harder between her legs, or pinching her own nipples to help herself along. It was part of the point, part of the game, and she whimpered as Romania's wet tongue slid inside to taste her again.
"Teasing," she breathed, trying to rock forward to press her crotch more firmly against Romania's mouth. Not that she was complaining, it was just -
A gasp escaped her as Romania sucked at her clit. Arching her back, she jerked against Romania's mouth, whimpering. She could feel the edges of her teeth, tucking it between them as she swept her tongue over it, so close to being too much. Nails digging into her thighs. So close, so close, so -
She came hard, whimpering, thighs trembling. It lasted – long – until finally Romania drew away, nuzzling at the inside of her thigh, allowing her some relief.
Bulgaria collapsed back onto the couch, exhausted. Still seeing stars, she wriggled out of the ribbon around her wrists, then sank into the cushions. Slowly, she pulled her shirt down again, barely able to think. She was dimly aware of Romania getting up and sinking down onto the couch beside her. A glance toward her revealed exactly what she expected to see – a smug, satisfied look on her face.
"Well?" Romania asked.
"Well." Bulgaria licked her lips. Tried to think. Couldn't. "Um. That was fun," she said, blushing as she said it. She was a little surprised that she could still blush after that. That there was enough blood in her cheeks for her to do it.
Romania let out a soft laugh. That smug look didn't leave her face, not as she swept her hair out of her eyes. Not as she slid her hands beneath her shirt to manoeuvre out of her bra, dropping it on the floor after a moment. Not as she moved to press close to Bulgaria, getting into her lap, straddling her hips. Arms sliding around Bulgaria's shoulders as she leaned close.
"You could thank me, y'know."
Bulgaria swallowed. The close proximity, the way Romania's lips brushed against her ear, was enough to send a shiver through her. But it wasn't enough to make her lose her head. She'd come down enough from the orgasm that of course she wasn't going to get hot and bothered again so soon.
Turning her head, she caught Romania's lips in a kiss. Settled her hands on her thighs and drifted her fingertips along them, down until they touched skin, then up again until she reached her hips.
Of course she could return the favour. Gladly.
Romania wasn't hard to please. She opened easily for her, pressed close. Let Bulgaria slide her tongue into her mouth, let her slide her hands along her body. Under her shirt. Up, up. Her skin was soft, and her small, round breasts fit perfectly in Bulgaria's hands.
It was satisfying to hear her. The way she panted, the way she gasped as Bulgaria squeezed her. It wasn't quite fair-play turnabout, but Bulgaria couldn't help but but happy about it anyway.
That and the way she pressed close, hips moving, rocking in Bulgaria's lap, grinding up against her.
Romania made a frustrated whimper against Bulgaria's lips. Drew back, sinking her teeth into Bulgaria's lower lip, sucking at it.
Romania's hands moved downward, and after a moment, Bulgaria realized that she was unbuttoning her own shorts. This was two seconds before Romania took hold of her hand and shoved it into her underwear. Bulgaria blushed and felt exasperated with herself for blushing, and then quickly became distracted from her own thoughts by everything else – Romania's mouth on hers, Romania's thighs straddling her hips, and the slick, wet heat between Romania's legs.
And to think Romania had teased her about being turned on. She wasn't any less hot herself, wet enough that her underwear was damp with it. Bulgaria wanted to tease her, wanted to break the kiss and comment on it, but she'd never been half as good at banter as Romania was. And besides, it was flattering – flattering that Romania wanted her so much.
She pressed her fingers together. Slid them, explored. Found her clit, and let it slide between her fingers, round and hard. She trapped it there, and rubbed her like that, pressing it until Romania's fingers clutched at her hair and her thighs shuddered and Bulgaria swallowed her moans.
Bulgaria didn't stop. She kept going, stroking her out, making Romania moan against her lips. Kept going until she came again, teeth biting down sharp as her hips jerked. Fingers gripping tight enough to bruise. It wasn't until then that Bulgaria eased up, drawing her hand away, out from the hot wet fabric to coil her arms around Romania's waist and hold her close.
She closed her eyes and took in the moment. The darkness of the room. The heat rolling off Romania's body, their skin hot and sticky where it made contact. Romania's deep, slow breathing, her head heavy on Bulgaria's shoulder.
It was nice.
Romania pulled away slowly, slowly. She slid her fingers through Bulgaria's hair, stroking. "Okay," she said, taking a long breath. Smiling. "It looks like you did a good job of thanking me," she said, her lips brushing Bulgaria's cheek.
Somehow, even after all that, the words sent a shiver down Bulgaria's spine. It felt good to hear Romania say that – even in a context like this. Or maybe especially a context like this? The right words just refused to come, so she pulled back a little to smile at her. "I wouldn't have minded trying again," she said. "Uh, if that wasn't quite enough."
Romania laughed. "Nah, that's good. I'm good." A quick peck to Bulgaria's lips. "You're good," she insisted. Then she moved, slipping out of Bulgaria's lap to sit next to her.
"I think..."
"Hmm?"
"I think I need a cold shower."
"Hah. I know what you mean." It was hard to think. Both the room's heat and the orgasms had left her pretty insensible. But at least the feeling was mutual. "Want to...?" She glanced at Romania.
Romania's lips twitched into a smile, and she leaned over to kiss Bulgaria's cheek. "Sure." A pause, then that smile slid into a grin. "Race you there!"
She was up and gone in a second – and somehow Bulgaria's brain caught up. "Hey!" she yelped, jumping up to run after her. She caught her, laughing, wrapped her arms around Romania, who snickered as she pretended to struggle out of her grip.
They made it to the bathroom eventually. Somehow. More miraculously, they spent the time in there actually washing up, an improvement over past times when they'd become too distracted with each other to manage that.
Later, as they shared a smoke on the patio, feeling refreshed, Bulgaria found herself glad for the company, glad for Romania's presence, glad for everything.
Glancing at her in the warm evening light, her hair flat and still slightly damp, the smoke curling around her. Romania was relaxed, staring off into space, watching the sky. Content.
Then she noticed Bulgaria looking. Met her gaze. Grinned, then passed the smoke to her, as if that was the obvious reason she would be looking.
Bulgaria took it. Took a drag. Decided to say nothing. She knew that Romania knew, and Romania knew that she knew.
That was enough, wasn't it?
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