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Test Drive [Norway/FemDenmark]
Title: Test Drive
Characters/Pairing: Norway/FemDenmark (sort of)
Rating: 18+
Length: 450 words
Summary: Denmark saw an opportunity to try something new, and took it.
Other: Relates to a roleplay plot on the anonmeme in which Denmark was turned into a woman via magic, then got Norway to help with... trying out some new experiences. Written for the Aph anon meme promptmeme at![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
gingerbreadgif. (Original post). Originally intended to make it longer, but decided to stick with it as is.
Test Drive
They're hardly in the door before Norway shoves Denmark against the wall, tilting his head up to kiss her. He's been barely holding back this whole time and while it isn't like she hasn't seen him in a mood before, she's never seen him like this.
His hands go to her hips and she groans when she feels his tongue against her lips. Grabs at his shoulders and clings as she opens up for him. For that, he kisses her good and hard, just like she'd wanted him to.
He was fumbling before. When they were talking. Couldn't keep himself together, kept getting tongue-tied, and that was something new. But now, Denmark realizes, his hands are sure, steady as he holds her.
His lips leave her mouth and go to her neck instead. Even now that she's shorter, he has to tilt his head up to reach her lips. Must have lost his patience. Denmark presses her head against the wall and closes her eyes and tries to stay steady as she feels his hands slide down. Sinks her fingers into his hair, twists a little, she just can't help it. It's just for a minute, this; it's got to be. She can't see Norway taking his time with this. Can't, not after how worked up she got him when they were talking over coffee. That look he'd given her when she'd slid her toes up his ankle sure was something.
That's when he draws away. Keeps his hands at her hips, looks up at her with his cheeks pink and his hair mussed from her digging her hands in it. "Bedroom," he says, and there's a hint of breathlessness in his voice. "Can't have with this here."
Denmark parts her lips to reply, but suddenly the thought of doing it right there in his front enteranceway slips into her head and she can't escape the image of him down on his knees in front of her. "Dunno' about that," she says, trying to find that tone that she'd used before, the one that had made his eyes practically pop out of his head. "Could do it here."
The look Norway gives her shows that he knows exactly what she means. She sweeps her tongue over her lip and waits. Lets her hands slide over his shoulders a little, trail a little, try to get him to ease up. Get him to think about it. She can tell he's thinking about it.
But then he pulls away. "Bedroom," he repeats. There's something almost hungry in the way he says it.
As he grabs her hand and pulls her down the hallway she decides that whatever he has in mind, she'll like it.
Characters/Pairing: Norway/FemDenmark (sort of)
Rating: 18+
Length: 450 words
Summary: Denmark saw an opportunity to try something new, and took it.
Other: Relates to a roleplay plot on the anonmeme in which Denmark was turned into a woman via magic, then got Norway to help with... trying out some new experiences. Written for the Aph anon meme promptmeme at
gingerbreadgif. (Original post). Originally intended to make it longer, but decided to stick with it as is.Test Drive
They're hardly in the door before Norway shoves Denmark against the wall, tilting his head up to kiss her. He's been barely holding back this whole time and while it isn't like she hasn't seen him in a mood before, she's never seen him like this.
His hands go to her hips and she groans when she feels his tongue against her lips. Grabs at his shoulders and clings as she opens up for him. For that, he kisses her good and hard, just like she'd wanted him to.
He was fumbling before. When they were talking. Couldn't keep himself together, kept getting tongue-tied, and that was something new. But now, Denmark realizes, his hands are sure, steady as he holds her.
His lips leave her mouth and go to her neck instead. Even now that she's shorter, he has to tilt his head up to reach her lips. Must have lost his patience. Denmark presses her head against the wall and closes her eyes and tries to stay steady as she feels his hands slide down. Sinks her fingers into his hair, twists a little, she just can't help it. It's just for a minute, this; it's got to be. She can't see Norway taking his time with this. Can't, not after how worked up she got him when they were talking over coffee. That look he'd given her when she'd slid her toes up his ankle sure was something.
That's when he draws away. Keeps his hands at her hips, looks up at her with his cheeks pink and his hair mussed from her digging her hands in it. "Bedroom," he says, and there's a hint of breathlessness in his voice. "Can't have with this here."
Denmark parts her lips to reply, but suddenly the thought of doing it right there in his front enteranceway slips into her head and she can't escape the image of him down on his knees in front of her. "Dunno' about that," she says, trying to find that tone that she'd used before, the one that had made his eyes practically pop out of his head. "Could do it here."
The look Norway gives her shows that he knows exactly what she means. She sweeps her tongue over her lip and waits. Lets her hands slide over his shoulders a little, trail a little, try to get him to ease up. Get him to think about it. She can tell he's thinking about it.
But then he pulls away. "Bedroom," he repeats. There's something almost hungry in the way he says it.
As he grabs her hand and pulls her down the hallway she decides that whatever he has in mind, she'll like it.