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Steam [Norway/Sweden]
Title: Steam
Characters/Pairing: Norway/Sweden
Rating: 18+
Length: ~300
Summary: Norway/Sweden; in the bath.
Other: Response to ficlet requests on the APH anon meme. Written in 2009, but not posted until 2012. (Original post)
Steam
Steam rose from the hot, foamy water, thick in the air and scented like almond. Norway closed his eyes and rested back against Sweden’s chest. All was hazy, slow and warm. Large hands moved over him. Rough, but made soft by water, they slicked the soap, then followed with soft cloth. Slow movements, gentle and affectionate. Limp under that touch, he surrendered to it, as it was soft and good.
They had spent the evening walking together. The summer sun was warm and they soaked up every bit of it. No words were exchanged as they went side by side, as they had no need for idle chatter. Occasionally one would meet the other’s eye, and in that glance there was the understood feeling of contentment.
It was a contentment not unlike what Norway experienced as Sweden’s hands made their way over him, attending to every inch. When rough lips brushed tenderly over his ear, his jaw, his throat, he tilted his head to allow it, lazily shifting to give him more room. Yes. That was it.
“’s nice,” Norway whispered, his voice barely more than a sigh. That was acknowledged with more kisses, and hands that drifted further, but in a different way. Norway didn’t resist, but instead bent to the touch, as large hands slid downward, inward, trailing, then stroking. As the steam curled up around the two of them he surrendered to Sweden’s ministrations, a flush spreading over his cheeks caused by something much different than the heat of the bath. Drifting lips only encouraged him, teased him, brought him so close so quickly. Mouth by his ear, murmuring in a low, rumbling voice, asking if he liked it, made him shiver, made him tremble, until he was finished.
End.
Characters/Pairing: Norway/Sweden
Rating: 18+
Length: ~300
Summary: Norway/Sweden; in the bath.
Other: Response to ficlet requests on the APH anon meme. Written in 2009, but not posted until 2012. (Original post)
Steam
Steam rose from the hot, foamy water, thick in the air and scented like almond. Norway closed his eyes and rested back against Sweden’s chest. All was hazy, slow and warm. Large hands moved over him. Rough, but made soft by water, they slicked the soap, then followed with soft cloth. Slow movements, gentle and affectionate. Limp under that touch, he surrendered to it, as it was soft and good.
They had spent the evening walking together. The summer sun was warm and they soaked up every bit of it. No words were exchanged as they went side by side, as they had no need for idle chatter. Occasionally one would meet the other’s eye, and in that glance there was the understood feeling of contentment.
It was a contentment not unlike what Norway experienced as Sweden’s hands made their way over him, attending to every inch. When rough lips brushed tenderly over his ear, his jaw, his throat, he tilted his head to allow it, lazily shifting to give him more room. Yes. That was it.
“’s nice,” Norway whispered, his voice barely more than a sigh. That was acknowledged with more kisses, and hands that drifted further, but in a different way. Norway didn’t resist, but instead bent to the touch, as large hands slid downward, inward, trailing, then stroking. As the steam curled up around the two of them he surrendered to Sweden’s ministrations, a flush spreading over his cheeks caused by something much different than the heat of the bath. Drifting lips only encouraged him, teased him, brought him so close so quickly. Mouth by his ear, murmuring in a low, rumbling voice, asking if he liked it, made him shiver, made him tremble, until he was finished.
End.