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roesslyngTitle: (Don't) Stop Staring
Characters/Pairing: Norway/FemDenmark
Rating: 18+ for sex etc
Length: 4,000 words
Summary: Norway's trying to do some work, but Denmark is extremely distracting.
Other: Started writing this ages ago; only finished just now. Written as a fill for the Hetalia kink meme. (Original post)
(Don't) Stop Staring
"Fer cryin' out loud, I -"
"But Nor, you can't spend all night starin' at -"
She moved too close and the tall stack of papers slid from the coffee table and scattered unceremoniously over the living room floor. They both stopped talking and stared at them for a moment. Norway sighed, pushed his reading glasses up to rest atop his head, and moved to get up from where he was draped over the low sofa - only to be stopped by Denmark's large hand pushing him back down.
"Don't worry about that. Go ahead 'n keep at it."
Norway raised an eyebrow. There had to be a catch. "And?"
Denmark grinned. "You gotta' promise to show me a good time tonight."
He rolled his eyes and nodded, murmuring something about it being a fair deal. Denmark kissed his cheek and straightened; Norway put his glasses back on and turned his gaze back to the document.
The material was very dry, and with Denmark there, it was much harder to pay attention than it had been before she had breezed into the room after putting the coffee on. It hadn't been long since they'd returned to his apartment for the evening after spending the afternoon in meetings. There were things he wanted to check on, points brought up that he wanted to refresh his memory on, but concentrating with Denmark there had been impossible. Norway heard the rustle of papers and lifted his gaze to look at her, letting her break his concentration yet again.
She whistled as she bent to pick up the mess, her movements purposeful, inelegant, entirely unsuited to her current attire; neither of them had taken a moment to change after returning to the apartment. Coffee first, Norway had said. Now, he found himself glad for it. The skirt she was wearing was neat enough, but it was too short for her to be bending the way that she was, far too short, not that she cared. As she turned away from him to pick up another, he watched, taking in the way it rode up her strong thighs and hugged at her rear end.
Norway stared at her ass and didn't realize she was turning around again until it was too late. He dropped his gaze and tried to suddenly look very interested in the details of the latest trade agreement but it was no good. He heard her stepping toward him, and he was sure that if he looked up, he would have seen that she was practically swaggering. She bent down to mutter to him and he could feel his cheeks burning.
"You were starin' at my ass, Nor. Weren't ya'."
Norway looked up and got an eyeful of cleavage. Then he looked up again and met Denmark's eyes, which were bright and blue and laughing at him.
"Was I, now," he said, trying to keep his voice even and his expression steady as ever. Her wild hair tumbled over and pooled on his shoulders as she leaned close to him. She smelled like -
"Ya' were." She laughed, as if it was a secret between the two of them, a private joke.
-Smelled of vanilla and musk, that perfume he liked, the one he'd never mentioned but she always seemed to be wearing when she visited, especially at times when it had been a good long while since they had last had some private time together. He breathed in and stared up at her and tried to think of an excuse for where he'd been looking.
Then again, she didn't mind.
She kissed his cheek and then drew away and he let his eyes drift down to her breasts again, then down further as she rose to move away from the couch. He lingered over her broad hips, her long legs, let his gaze slide down to her feet, then back up, lingering at the edge of her short black skirt as he remembered wondering what she had on under there. Thought of slipping his hand under there and sliding his index finger along the fabric right between her legs.
He watched as she crossed the room and leaned against his desk, casual and at-ease, looking out the window, late afternoon sun catching in her hair. She was still grinning, still amused at that joke, or at least pleased by it. Then her eyes turned toward him, bright and inviting, and his breath caught in his throat, and in that moment all he wanted to do was push her down and fuck her senseless.
He dismissed the thought as quickly as it arrived. There would be time for that later. But maybe....
Norway slipped off his glasses, folded them neatly, and set them on the coffee table, along with the papers he had been reading. It could wait, he thought. They were going to take a few minutes for coffee, anyway, and he could have something else before that, too. Then he rose and strode over to her before he could stop himself. She pulled him into her arms and bent down to kiss him, looking pleased that she'd succeeded in doing that much: dragging him away from his work was an accomplishment.
He didn't resist as Denmark leaned securely against the desk and pulled him close, only letting out a small, soft noise of feigned complaint as she coiled her arms around his shoulders and twined her fingers in his hair. It was sure to get mussed, but he didn't really care. He was more preoccupied with the way it felt to have her against him, his hands at her hips, her body soft as she held him against herself.
She parted her lips in a teasing invitation. Norway swept his tongue out, but didn't take it. Denmark made a familiar disappointed sound, a soft little whine in the back of her throat, and kissed him hard, cupping the back of his head in her large hand, making him gasp and open his mouth for her.
As she pulled him closer she made a noise against his mouth. He tilted his head up farther, let her slide her tongue past his lips, let her stroke his mouth. He sucked on her tongue, pressed close to her, pushed her against the desk and tried not to think about the way they were positioned. It couldn't have been comfortable for her. Then again, she didn't seem about to complain.
They broke the kiss in favour of lingering close, pressing soft, slow kisses, damp and open. Denmark's mouth was slick and as Norway slid his tongue over her lips he did it slowly, carefully, intending it as a suggestion. He flicked his gaze upward. Those bright eyes flickered, as if catching on to something, and she laughed then gave him another soft kiss, let him suck at her lower lip, let him smooth his tongue over it.
Even braced against the desk, bending like that couldn't be good for her neck, Norway thought, though he knew that Denmark would argue and say that it didn't matter. He ducked his head and kissed at her collarbones, then, as they were closer to his reach. Closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of vanilla musk as her long hair brushed his cheeks. Denmark loosened her deathgrip on his hair and looped her arms around his shoulders, letting out a sigh that was next to a laugh. Norway smiled against her throat and let his hand slide up to cup her breast, squeezing gently, making that laugh turn into a gasp. She tangled her fingers in his hair again and forced his head up, her lips on his mouth before he could say anything.
Well, that was all right with Norway. He took the opportunity to fondle her as he returned the kiss with vigour. Felt her nipple harden against his palm through the fabric of her blouse; rolled his thumb over it and felt more than heard her moan against his mouth. Pressed her more firmly against the edge of the desk and nipped at her lips before ducking his head again. Grazed kisses against her neck that made her shiver. Swept his tongue over her pulse and made her gasp. He occupied his hands, felt the shape of her against his palm, and appreciated it, but there was clothing in the way. Too much of it. It would have to be dealt with, Norway decided.
He licked at her neck while he undid her buttons, slipping each out of its eye slowly, taking care with the details. As he did it, she shifted a little to grip at his shoulders impatiently.
"Are you doin' this or what," she muttered, her voice more husky than it had a right to be.
"Not sure I follow," Norway murmured in reply, then paused in his actions to kiss against the curve of her breast.
"I mean..." Denmark squirmed again. "You're takin' your time with it."
"Aye, that I am." He lifted his head, raising an eyebrow at her. "Summat wrong with that?"
"'Course there is. You're takin' too long, Nor."
Before Norway could reply, she grabbed his hair and pulled him up for a kiss again. He let out a frustrated noise against her mouth, making his complaint audible. He'd have to have a word with her later about all that hair-pulling. He wouldn't have any left if she kept that up. But instead of acknowledging it, she just slid one hand down his back and pulled him closer.
Norway let his hands drop to her hips and held her there as she kissed him. It suited him very well to let her cling and tangle her fingers in his hair as he swept his tongue over her lips so she could take him in. There was an insistence in the way she latched on to him and held him, and in the way she stood leaning against the desk with her feet apart as if to invite him.
For a moment Norway considered the situation. While he hadn't intended it to go in the way it was - he had only come over for a kiss, he told himself, just a kiss - he couldn't deny that he liked what he had in front of him, especially since Denmark seemed so eager about the whole thing. After giving it due thought, he drew away just slightly, enough to slide one of his hands between the two of them and dip his fingers beneath the hem of her skirt to press between her legs. The fabric was warm and slightly damp and as he slid his fingertips along the seam Denmark moaned against his mouth and pressed against his hand.
Not that it seemed to bring her any relief. By the way she dug her fingers into him, Norway guessed that it only frustrated her. When he pressed his fingers more firmly against the fabric of her panties, she bit at his lower lip, then drew back to lean against the desk and pout at him.
"You're teasin'," she said, the accusation breathy as she spoke. But, Norway noted, she did not tell him to stop.
"That I am," Norway admitted. He slid his fingers upward and bit back a smile as she whimpered. "'S there a problem with that?"
Denmark pouted at him, as if she could hardly believe that he was teasing her like this, her hair falling in her face and across her flushed cheeks. "It ain't fair, Nor." She gripped at the edge of the desk and licked her lips. "Shouldn't leave me like this, y'know."
Looking at her like that, it was hard to resist taking her up on that request right that second. Norway looked her over as if evaluating her, taking in the sight of her, dishevelled and flustered, her buttons undone and the fabric of her black blouse falling partly open to show red lace cupping at her breasts. From the look of her, she'd been planning this - or something like it. The thought made him flush scarlet.
"Come on, Nor. Please?"
Reluctantly, he swept his gaze away from her chest and up to her face. She might have been pouting and wheedling, but Denmark was grinning at him, and her eyes seemed to only shine brighter when she saw how flustered he was.
"Well," Norway said. He pressed forward, setting his hands on her hips, then sliding them lower along her thighs until his fingertips brushed the hem of her skirt. "Far by me to turn down a request like that."
Without another word he sank down onto his knees. He could hear Denmark hiss in a breath as he slipped his fingertips beneath the hem of her skirt and slowly pushed it up to her hips. The sound made a smile tug at the corner of his lips, and he grazed his mouth against the inside of her thigh as if to reward her. That gave him another pretty sound for his trouble.
Not that it was any trouble at all, no. He nosed up along her thigh until he came into contact with fabric. Satin and red lace. Nice. He pressed his lips there, slid out his tongue to press it against where the fabric was already wet, and heard her whine, felt her sink her fingers into his hair and twist. "Nor, please!"
Norway laughed. He couldn't help it. For a moment he pressed his tongue there again and tasted her through the fabric of her red panties. Let his hands slide around to squeeze her ass. Then, just as he heard her draw in a breath to complain again, he slipped his fingers beneath the band and began to slowly draw them down.
He paused when his hands were at her feet, and let his gaze drift downward. There was something about the look of it, her underwear down at her ankles and her feet firmly apart, that made him blush even more deeply than he had been before, made him feel uncomfortably tight in his good trousers. Well, that -- he'd take care of that in a bit. There were other things to attend to.
Instead he occupied himself with kissing up Denmark's thighs again. As he did, she stepped out of her underwear and shakily moved to stand with her legs further apart. That suited Norway just fine. He didn't waste any time in making use of that extra room; grazed his damp lips upward, pressing one more soft kiss against her inner thigh before turning his attention somewhere else.
She was incredibly wet and as Norway pressed his tongue between her legs and listened to her whimper from even that small, slick touch he couldn't help but get some satisfaction out of the fact that he was the one who'd caused all this. Denmark's fingers tightened in his hair -- too tight, really, but Norway wasn't in a position to tell her to stop, and he didn't mind that much, anyway. Pressed his mouth to her, slipped his tongue insider her and tasted her. Jesus. He could feel the full-body shudder that went through her, hear the way she moaned as he swept his tongue upward again and mouthed at her clit. Pressed his lips there and sucked until she gasped and bucked her hips.
Normally he'd slide his fingers inside of her as he did it. Feel her out, sweep them in slow circles to make her come hard and fast. This time he didn't. Instead he grabbed at her hips to keep her from moving too much. Eased his hold when she seemed to give in, then slid his hands around to grope her rear as he licked her even more firmly, as if to say, 'Stay still, and I'll do something you like'. Norway almost smiled as he felt her shiver.
"Nor, come on...." Denmark whimpered, tugging at his hair in that annoying way again. "You're just..." She trailed off, and eased her hold on his hair in favour of, oddly, stroking it.
Just what? Norway thought about it, dismissed it, then slid his tongue inside to taste her again - but slowly. On account of the teasing, of course.
For a moment Denmark's hand trembled, then she resumed the hair-stroking. It was almost as if she was searching for something, and after a second, he realized that she was. Her fingers grazed along that strand of hair at his neck before curling one of her fingers around it and stroking it and making him shudder and let out a groan against her cunt. "You're teasin'."
I'm not the only one, Norway thought, huffing heavily and trying to resist the urge to moan again as she twisted his hair in her hands. For all that, it'd be downright fitting to make her wait, to go slow, to tease her even worse than he already was doing, to lick at her slowly and lightly until she couldn't stand it and practically begged him to give it up and fuck her already.
He thought about it, letting his tongue slide a little. As he did, he caught a little sound. Something. Barely more than a gasp. It sounded like "Please".
Norway groaned softly in defeat and drew away from her. He wasn't about to say no to that, not when she sounded the way she did. As he rose, letting his hands slide up as he went, trailing them along her body, he let his gaze slide upward too - slow, slowly, until he was looking her in the eye.
Denmark smiled at him - a sight that was made even better by the flush spread all over her cheeks - then grabbed him and pulled him close. He wasn't even able to get a word in before she kissed him.
Well, Norway thought. Fine. If that was how she'd have it, he didn't have to say anything.
The kiss was barely over before she put her hands between them, groping at him without even bothering to unbutton his pants, making him blush and groan and thrust against her palm. But he wasn't at that for long; as she kissed him again, sliding his tongue across his parted lips, she fumbled with the front of his trousers, trying to get it open.
Without a word he batted her hand away, then nudged her against the desk, and dropped his hands to push her skirt further up over her hips. Even if he didn't say what he had in mind, she got the idea, and after he pulled the fabric up and out of the way she sat herself down on the edge of the desk for him. For a second or two she looked like she'd let him go about it quietly; then she grabbed at his hair again and kissed him. Let out a whine against his mouth, complaining that she had to wait so long, even if it wasn't long at all.
Not that Norway was about to argue with her. He kissed her back hard, knowing he was blushing scarlet. Groaned against her mouth in spite of himself. But there was the problem of the trousers - broke the kiss with a gasp, ignored her complaining, and dipped his hand to take care of it.
Finally he was inside of her. He closed his eyes and ducked his head to press his lips along her throat as he rocked into her, sighing as she wrapped her arms and legs around him. In truth, maybe he should have done a little less teasing. All that time, he'd been aching to be in her, and to finally have her was a relief.
Still, he hadn't exactly planned for this, and even as he thrust into her and slid his tongue over her collarbone he thought about calling her on it. Couldn't wait, could you, he thought. Couldn't stand to wait until tonight, or even wait long enough for us to make it to the bedroom, just had to get me so worked up that I'd have you on my desk, didn't you.
"Fuck, Nor-"
As Denmark gasped and pulled him more firmly against her, Norway grinned against her neck. Well. If she couldn't wait, he didn't mind.
It wasn't as if they couldn't have some fun in bed later that night, anyway.
She finished before he did. The way he'd teased her before must have done her in, seeing him on his knees in front of her, feeling his tongue between her legs. In the end he kissed her through it, muffling his groans until finally he came in her, shuddering against her body as she gripped his hair and held him.
When he was done, she let go, and fell back to rest against the desk among his notebooks. It couldn't have been comfortable, but by the smug, satisfied expression on her face, Norway could hazard a guess that she didn't care.
A moment passed before Norway found himself again. "You're a mess," he muttered as he pressed a gentle kiss over her cheek. Try though he might, he couldn't appear as steady as he wanted to.
It must have come through in his voice, because she grinned and caught his lips in a kiss before he could pull away. "So're you," she said, brushing a strand of hair out of his face and tucking it behind his ear for him.
"Couldn't just go lettin' me work, could you."
"Nope! Too bad for you, huh."
"Hmm." Without replying, Norway pulled away from her, straightened a bit, lifted his hands to fix the mess that Denmark had made of his hair. Answering her wouldn't do him any good; they both knew that he wasn't all that put out at her dragging him away from his work, especially not considering how she'd done it. He let his eyes slide over her, taking in the way she rested with her hair spread out over his desk, her clothes in disarray. No, he didn't mind. "Y'should have let me finish with the reading," he said, but didn't mean it.
"'N you shouldn't be so boring. Ought to take me out tonight. Fair do for makin' me wait."
He ought to refuse. Tell her 'no', that he needed to get all of it done, let that be the end of it. But with the way she was looking at him - no, he couldn't refuse that. Norway sighed and bent to kiss her again. "Get yourself cleaned up," he murmured, his lips brushing her mouth. "Then I'll take you wherever you want."
The next day, the apartment was silent. No interruptions. Nothing.
Denmark left him in the late morning. He drove her to the airport and waited to see her off – just as a favour, just out of convenience, nothing else. That was what Norway claimed, but they both knew he was lying. Even if he would have liked her to stay, there was no doin', she'd said. Had to get back over to her place. Things needed tending to. That was fair enough; he could understand that.
She kissed him once more before she left. Ducked her head to press her lips against his forehead. Laughed when she saw him blushing and accused him of getting twitterpatted about nothing. He rolled his eyes, pushed her in the direction of the security gate, and told her get going. Can't have with this kind of thing in public, he'd said.
Back at home, Norway sank onto the sofa, set his coffee mug on the table, and took up the papers he had been perusing the night before. He read one, then re-read it, then frowned and set it down.
Try though he might, he couldn't concentrate on it.
He took off his reading glasses and set them on the table along with the documents. Then he rested back, sinking into the cushions, and closed his eyes. Beneath the scent of coffee and the sound of silence, he could still smell her perfume.
He wouldn't get any work done that night, either.
End.
Characters/Pairing: Norway/FemDenmark
Rating: 18+ for sex etc
Length: 4,000 words
Summary: Norway's trying to do some work, but Denmark is extremely distracting.
Other: Started writing this ages ago; only finished just now. Written as a fill for the Hetalia kink meme. (Original post)
(Don't) Stop Staring
"Fer cryin' out loud, I -"
"But Nor, you can't spend all night starin' at -"
She moved too close and the tall stack of papers slid from the coffee table and scattered unceremoniously over the living room floor. They both stopped talking and stared at them for a moment. Norway sighed, pushed his reading glasses up to rest atop his head, and moved to get up from where he was draped over the low sofa - only to be stopped by Denmark's large hand pushing him back down.
"Don't worry about that. Go ahead 'n keep at it."
Norway raised an eyebrow. There had to be a catch. "And?"
Denmark grinned. "You gotta' promise to show me a good time tonight."
He rolled his eyes and nodded, murmuring something about it being a fair deal. Denmark kissed his cheek and straightened; Norway put his glasses back on and turned his gaze back to the document.
The material was very dry, and with Denmark there, it was much harder to pay attention than it had been before she had breezed into the room after putting the coffee on. It hadn't been long since they'd returned to his apartment for the evening after spending the afternoon in meetings. There were things he wanted to check on, points brought up that he wanted to refresh his memory on, but concentrating with Denmark there had been impossible. Norway heard the rustle of papers and lifted his gaze to look at her, letting her break his concentration yet again.
She whistled as she bent to pick up the mess, her movements purposeful, inelegant, entirely unsuited to her current attire; neither of them had taken a moment to change after returning to the apartment. Coffee first, Norway had said. Now, he found himself glad for it. The skirt she was wearing was neat enough, but it was too short for her to be bending the way that she was, far too short, not that she cared. As she turned away from him to pick up another, he watched, taking in the way it rode up her strong thighs and hugged at her rear end.
Norway stared at her ass and didn't realize she was turning around again until it was too late. He dropped his gaze and tried to suddenly look very interested in the details of the latest trade agreement but it was no good. He heard her stepping toward him, and he was sure that if he looked up, he would have seen that she was practically swaggering. She bent down to mutter to him and he could feel his cheeks burning.
"You were starin' at my ass, Nor. Weren't ya'."
Norway looked up and got an eyeful of cleavage. Then he looked up again and met Denmark's eyes, which were bright and blue and laughing at him.
"Was I, now," he said, trying to keep his voice even and his expression steady as ever. Her wild hair tumbled over and pooled on his shoulders as she leaned close to him. She smelled like -
"Ya' were." She laughed, as if it was a secret between the two of them, a private joke.
-Smelled of vanilla and musk, that perfume he liked, the one he'd never mentioned but she always seemed to be wearing when she visited, especially at times when it had been a good long while since they had last had some private time together. He breathed in and stared up at her and tried to think of an excuse for where he'd been looking.
Then again, she didn't mind.
She kissed his cheek and then drew away and he let his eyes drift down to her breasts again, then down further as she rose to move away from the couch. He lingered over her broad hips, her long legs, let his gaze slide down to her feet, then back up, lingering at the edge of her short black skirt as he remembered wondering what she had on under there. Thought of slipping his hand under there and sliding his index finger along the fabric right between her legs.
He watched as she crossed the room and leaned against his desk, casual and at-ease, looking out the window, late afternoon sun catching in her hair. She was still grinning, still amused at that joke, or at least pleased by it. Then her eyes turned toward him, bright and inviting, and his breath caught in his throat, and in that moment all he wanted to do was push her down and fuck her senseless.
He dismissed the thought as quickly as it arrived. There would be time for that later. But maybe....
Norway slipped off his glasses, folded them neatly, and set them on the coffee table, along with the papers he had been reading. It could wait, he thought. They were going to take a few minutes for coffee, anyway, and he could have something else before that, too. Then he rose and strode over to her before he could stop himself. She pulled him into her arms and bent down to kiss him, looking pleased that she'd succeeded in doing that much: dragging him away from his work was an accomplishment.
He didn't resist as Denmark leaned securely against the desk and pulled him close, only letting out a small, soft noise of feigned complaint as she coiled her arms around his shoulders and twined her fingers in his hair. It was sure to get mussed, but he didn't really care. He was more preoccupied with the way it felt to have her against him, his hands at her hips, her body soft as she held him against herself.
She parted her lips in a teasing invitation. Norway swept his tongue out, but didn't take it. Denmark made a familiar disappointed sound, a soft little whine in the back of her throat, and kissed him hard, cupping the back of his head in her large hand, making him gasp and open his mouth for her.
As she pulled him closer she made a noise against his mouth. He tilted his head up farther, let her slide her tongue past his lips, let her stroke his mouth. He sucked on her tongue, pressed close to her, pushed her against the desk and tried not to think about the way they were positioned. It couldn't have been comfortable for her. Then again, she didn't seem about to complain.
They broke the kiss in favour of lingering close, pressing soft, slow kisses, damp and open. Denmark's mouth was slick and as Norway slid his tongue over her lips he did it slowly, carefully, intending it as a suggestion. He flicked his gaze upward. Those bright eyes flickered, as if catching on to something, and she laughed then gave him another soft kiss, let him suck at her lower lip, let him smooth his tongue over it.
Even braced against the desk, bending like that couldn't be good for her neck, Norway thought, though he knew that Denmark would argue and say that it didn't matter. He ducked his head and kissed at her collarbones, then, as they were closer to his reach. Closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of vanilla musk as her long hair brushed his cheeks. Denmark loosened her deathgrip on his hair and looped her arms around his shoulders, letting out a sigh that was next to a laugh. Norway smiled against her throat and let his hand slide up to cup her breast, squeezing gently, making that laugh turn into a gasp. She tangled her fingers in his hair again and forced his head up, her lips on his mouth before he could say anything.
Well, that was all right with Norway. He took the opportunity to fondle her as he returned the kiss with vigour. Felt her nipple harden against his palm through the fabric of her blouse; rolled his thumb over it and felt more than heard her moan against his mouth. Pressed her more firmly against the edge of the desk and nipped at her lips before ducking his head again. Grazed kisses against her neck that made her shiver. Swept his tongue over her pulse and made her gasp. He occupied his hands, felt the shape of her against his palm, and appreciated it, but there was clothing in the way. Too much of it. It would have to be dealt with, Norway decided.
He licked at her neck while he undid her buttons, slipping each out of its eye slowly, taking care with the details. As he did it, she shifted a little to grip at his shoulders impatiently.
"Are you doin' this or what," she muttered, her voice more husky than it had a right to be.
"Not sure I follow," Norway murmured in reply, then paused in his actions to kiss against the curve of her breast.
"I mean..." Denmark squirmed again. "You're takin' your time with it."
"Aye, that I am." He lifted his head, raising an eyebrow at her. "Summat wrong with that?"
"'Course there is. You're takin' too long, Nor."
Before Norway could reply, she grabbed his hair and pulled him up for a kiss again. He let out a frustrated noise against her mouth, making his complaint audible. He'd have to have a word with her later about all that hair-pulling. He wouldn't have any left if she kept that up. But instead of acknowledging it, she just slid one hand down his back and pulled him closer.
Norway let his hands drop to her hips and held her there as she kissed him. It suited him very well to let her cling and tangle her fingers in his hair as he swept his tongue over her lips so she could take him in. There was an insistence in the way she latched on to him and held him, and in the way she stood leaning against the desk with her feet apart as if to invite him.
For a moment Norway considered the situation. While he hadn't intended it to go in the way it was - he had only come over for a kiss, he told himself, just a kiss - he couldn't deny that he liked what he had in front of him, especially since Denmark seemed so eager about the whole thing. After giving it due thought, he drew away just slightly, enough to slide one of his hands between the two of them and dip his fingers beneath the hem of her skirt to press between her legs. The fabric was warm and slightly damp and as he slid his fingertips along the seam Denmark moaned against his mouth and pressed against his hand.
Not that it seemed to bring her any relief. By the way she dug her fingers into him, Norway guessed that it only frustrated her. When he pressed his fingers more firmly against the fabric of her panties, she bit at his lower lip, then drew back to lean against the desk and pout at him.
"You're teasin'," she said, the accusation breathy as she spoke. But, Norway noted, she did not tell him to stop.
"That I am," Norway admitted. He slid his fingers upward and bit back a smile as she whimpered. "'S there a problem with that?"
Denmark pouted at him, as if she could hardly believe that he was teasing her like this, her hair falling in her face and across her flushed cheeks. "It ain't fair, Nor." She gripped at the edge of the desk and licked her lips. "Shouldn't leave me like this, y'know."
Looking at her like that, it was hard to resist taking her up on that request right that second. Norway looked her over as if evaluating her, taking in the sight of her, dishevelled and flustered, her buttons undone and the fabric of her black blouse falling partly open to show red lace cupping at her breasts. From the look of her, she'd been planning this - or something like it. The thought made him flush scarlet.
"Come on, Nor. Please?"
Reluctantly, he swept his gaze away from her chest and up to her face. She might have been pouting and wheedling, but Denmark was grinning at him, and her eyes seemed to only shine brighter when she saw how flustered he was.
"Well," Norway said. He pressed forward, setting his hands on her hips, then sliding them lower along her thighs until his fingertips brushed the hem of her skirt. "Far by me to turn down a request like that."
Without another word he sank down onto his knees. He could hear Denmark hiss in a breath as he slipped his fingertips beneath the hem of her skirt and slowly pushed it up to her hips. The sound made a smile tug at the corner of his lips, and he grazed his mouth against the inside of her thigh as if to reward her. That gave him another pretty sound for his trouble.
Not that it was any trouble at all, no. He nosed up along her thigh until he came into contact with fabric. Satin and red lace. Nice. He pressed his lips there, slid out his tongue to press it against where the fabric was already wet, and heard her whine, felt her sink her fingers into his hair and twist. "Nor, please!"
Norway laughed. He couldn't help it. For a moment he pressed his tongue there again and tasted her through the fabric of her red panties. Let his hands slide around to squeeze her ass. Then, just as he heard her draw in a breath to complain again, he slipped his fingers beneath the band and began to slowly draw them down.
He paused when his hands were at her feet, and let his gaze drift downward. There was something about the look of it, her underwear down at her ankles and her feet firmly apart, that made him blush even more deeply than he had been before, made him feel uncomfortably tight in his good trousers. Well, that -- he'd take care of that in a bit. There were other things to attend to.
Instead he occupied himself with kissing up Denmark's thighs again. As he did, she stepped out of her underwear and shakily moved to stand with her legs further apart. That suited Norway just fine. He didn't waste any time in making use of that extra room; grazed his damp lips upward, pressing one more soft kiss against her inner thigh before turning his attention somewhere else.
She was incredibly wet and as Norway pressed his tongue between her legs and listened to her whimper from even that small, slick touch he couldn't help but get some satisfaction out of the fact that he was the one who'd caused all this. Denmark's fingers tightened in his hair -- too tight, really, but Norway wasn't in a position to tell her to stop, and he didn't mind that much, anyway. Pressed his mouth to her, slipped his tongue insider her and tasted her. Jesus. He could feel the full-body shudder that went through her, hear the way she moaned as he swept his tongue upward again and mouthed at her clit. Pressed his lips there and sucked until she gasped and bucked her hips.
Normally he'd slide his fingers inside of her as he did it. Feel her out, sweep them in slow circles to make her come hard and fast. This time he didn't. Instead he grabbed at her hips to keep her from moving too much. Eased his hold when she seemed to give in, then slid his hands around to grope her rear as he licked her even more firmly, as if to say, 'Stay still, and I'll do something you like'. Norway almost smiled as he felt her shiver.
"Nor, come on...." Denmark whimpered, tugging at his hair in that annoying way again. "You're just..." She trailed off, and eased her hold on his hair in favour of, oddly, stroking it.
Just what? Norway thought about it, dismissed it, then slid his tongue inside to taste her again - but slowly. On account of the teasing, of course.
For a moment Denmark's hand trembled, then she resumed the hair-stroking. It was almost as if she was searching for something, and after a second, he realized that she was. Her fingers grazed along that strand of hair at his neck before curling one of her fingers around it and stroking it and making him shudder and let out a groan against her cunt. "You're teasin'."
I'm not the only one, Norway thought, huffing heavily and trying to resist the urge to moan again as she twisted his hair in her hands. For all that, it'd be downright fitting to make her wait, to go slow, to tease her even worse than he already was doing, to lick at her slowly and lightly until she couldn't stand it and practically begged him to give it up and fuck her already.
He thought about it, letting his tongue slide a little. As he did, he caught a little sound. Something. Barely more than a gasp. It sounded like "Please".
Norway groaned softly in defeat and drew away from her. He wasn't about to say no to that, not when she sounded the way she did. As he rose, letting his hands slide up as he went, trailing them along her body, he let his gaze slide upward too - slow, slowly, until he was looking her in the eye.
Denmark smiled at him - a sight that was made even better by the flush spread all over her cheeks - then grabbed him and pulled him close. He wasn't even able to get a word in before she kissed him.
Well, Norway thought. Fine. If that was how she'd have it, he didn't have to say anything.
The kiss was barely over before she put her hands between them, groping at him without even bothering to unbutton his pants, making him blush and groan and thrust against her palm. But he wasn't at that for long; as she kissed him again, sliding his tongue across his parted lips, she fumbled with the front of his trousers, trying to get it open.
Without a word he batted her hand away, then nudged her against the desk, and dropped his hands to push her skirt further up over her hips. Even if he didn't say what he had in mind, she got the idea, and after he pulled the fabric up and out of the way she sat herself down on the edge of the desk for him. For a second or two she looked like she'd let him go about it quietly; then she grabbed at his hair again and kissed him. Let out a whine against his mouth, complaining that she had to wait so long, even if it wasn't long at all.
Not that Norway was about to argue with her. He kissed her back hard, knowing he was blushing scarlet. Groaned against her mouth in spite of himself. But there was the problem of the trousers - broke the kiss with a gasp, ignored her complaining, and dipped his hand to take care of it.
Finally he was inside of her. He closed his eyes and ducked his head to press his lips along her throat as he rocked into her, sighing as she wrapped her arms and legs around him. In truth, maybe he should have done a little less teasing. All that time, he'd been aching to be in her, and to finally have her was a relief.
Still, he hadn't exactly planned for this, and even as he thrust into her and slid his tongue over her collarbone he thought about calling her on it. Couldn't wait, could you, he thought. Couldn't stand to wait until tonight, or even wait long enough for us to make it to the bedroom, just had to get me so worked up that I'd have you on my desk, didn't you.
"Fuck, Nor-"
As Denmark gasped and pulled him more firmly against her, Norway grinned against her neck. Well. If she couldn't wait, he didn't mind.
It wasn't as if they couldn't have some fun in bed later that night, anyway.
She finished before he did. The way he'd teased her before must have done her in, seeing him on his knees in front of her, feeling his tongue between her legs. In the end he kissed her through it, muffling his groans until finally he came in her, shuddering against her body as she gripped his hair and held him.
When he was done, she let go, and fell back to rest against the desk among his notebooks. It couldn't have been comfortable, but by the smug, satisfied expression on her face, Norway could hazard a guess that she didn't care.
A moment passed before Norway found himself again. "You're a mess," he muttered as he pressed a gentle kiss over her cheek. Try though he might, he couldn't appear as steady as he wanted to.
It must have come through in his voice, because she grinned and caught his lips in a kiss before he could pull away. "So're you," she said, brushing a strand of hair out of his face and tucking it behind his ear for him.
"Couldn't just go lettin' me work, could you."
"Nope! Too bad for you, huh."
"Hmm." Without replying, Norway pulled away from her, straightened a bit, lifted his hands to fix the mess that Denmark had made of his hair. Answering her wouldn't do him any good; they both knew that he wasn't all that put out at her dragging him away from his work, especially not considering how she'd done it. He let his eyes slide over her, taking in the way she rested with her hair spread out over his desk, her clothes in disarray. No, he didn't mind. "Y'should have let me finish with the reading," he said, but didn't mean it.
"'N you shouldn't be so boring. Ought to take me out tonight. Fair do for makin' me wait."
He ought to refuse. Tell her 'no', that he needed to get all of it done, let that be the end of it. But with the way she was looking at him - no, he couldn't refuse that. Norway sighed and bent to kiss her again. "Get yourself cleaned up," he murmured, his lips brushing her mouth. "Then I'll take you wherever you want."
The next day, the apartment was silent. No interruptions. Nothing.
Denmark left him in the late morning. He drove her to the airport and waited to see her off – just as a favour, just out of convenience, nothing else. That was what Norway claimed, but they both knew he was lying. Even if he would have liked her to stay, there was no doin', she'd said. Had to get back over to her place. Things needed tending to. That was fair enough; he could understand that.
She kissed him once more before she left. Ducked her head to press her lips against his forehead. Laughed when she saw him blushing and accused him of getting twitterpatted about nothing. He rolled his eyes, pushed her in the direction of the security gate, and told her get going. Can't have with this kind of thing in public, he'd said.
Back at home, Norway sank onto the sofa, set his coffee mug on the table, and took up the papers he had been perusing the night before. He read one, then re-read it, then frowned and set it down.
Try though he might, he couldn't concentrate on it.
He took off his reading glasses and set them on the table along with the documents. Then he rested back, sinking into the cushions, and closed his eyes. Beneath the scent of coffee and the sound of silence, he could still smell her perfume.
He wouldn't get any work done that night, either.
End.
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Date: 2015-03-18 01:45 am (UTC)I am sorry if I don't really have anything coherent to say. Then again I think I ended up laughing too hard at the title of the Germany/Norway fic about large geography, I tend to think up weird images in my head. I probably need to stop watching too much Youtube videos such as one line from a 1 Direction parody fanfiction referring to a 'dying Putt Putt'
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Date: 2015-03-18 02:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-18 03:07 am (UTC)Yeah, I like those girls who are very cheerful and always are fun to be around. In general, I always find myself falling for those girls.