The way she licked her lips, tongue barely flicking against the shell of the brunette's ear, made it quite clear that she wasn't referring to the innocent first kiss he and Poland had shared on a dark, stormy night as children. Behind him, Poland giggled into Lithuania's back, and the hands that were clasped around his waist began to slip lower, toying with his belt buckle. The other Poland stepped back just enough to trace her hands lightly down the front of the dumbstruck Lithuanian's shirt, manicured fingernails clacking over his buttons. She slowly undid first one, then the other, until the shirt dipped open dangerously toward his navel.
Taking advantage of the newly bared expanse of chest and neck, the blonde began to kiss Lithuania's throat, sucking gently. “This is, like, all right, isn't it?” she murmured lazily, “Since I'm Poland, too, and you love him. Me. ...Us.”
“Say yes, Liet,” whispered Poland (the real Poland, Lithuania had to remind himself, since this other was so much like him that it was becoming difficult to think of her as separate) from his other side. He nuzzled his partner's shoulder and tugged the half-undone shirt loose from Lithuania's slacks, letting his hands slide slowly under it and up the other's stomach. “Pleeease.”
Lithuania finally gave in, closing his eyes with a nod. When the pressure of lips on his neck disappeared, though, he opened them again; Poland – or rather, Felicja – had stepped back and was languidly undoing the buttons down the front of her own uniform. There was a glimpse of a bra visible, lacy and pink, and when she shrugged out of the heavy shirt altogether Lithuania recognized the fine lines of her collarbone, and the dip of her bellybutton. Even the indentations of her hipbones was familiar to him, though her hips themselves were wider apart than the ones he had gripped so often. She grinned, dropping her top to the floor.
“Totally nice, right?”
“Totally!” agreed Poland enthusiastically. Had the situation been any less insane, Lithuania would have laughed at how ludicrous the semi-self-compliment was.
Instead, he could only watch, enthralled, as Poland's double unzipped her pants and slowly shimmied out of them. She toed them to one side and stepped forward to finish undoing Lithuania's shirt, which she tugged off him a little eagerly. This was something weirdly similar between the two Polands as well; the original always had trouble taking his time when he was trying to be sexy and teasing, too. Though it seemed from the way she ghosted her fingers over the waistband of his pants while barely teasing one nipple between her teeth that Poland in girl form might have slightly more skill at this.
A Tale of Two Polands [2/?]
Taking advantage of the newly bared expanse of chest and neck, the blonde began to kiss Lithuania's throat, sucking gently. “This is, like, all right, isn't it?” she murmured lazily, “Since I'm Poland, too, and you love him. Me. ...Us.”
“Say yes, Liet,” whispered Poland (the real Poland, Lithuania had to remind himself, since this other was so much like him that it was becoming difficult to think of her as separate) from his other side. He nuzzled his partner's shoulder and tugged the half-undone shirt loose from Lithuania's slacks, letting his hands slide slowly under it and up the other's stomach. “Pleeease.”
Lithuania finally gave in, closing his eyes with a nod. When the pressure of lips on his neck disappeared, though, he opened them again; Poland – or rather, Felicja – had stepped back and was languidly undoing the buttons down the front of her own uniform. There was a glimpse of a bra visible, lacy and pink, and when she shrugged out of the heavy shirt altogether Lithuania recognized the fine lines of her collarbone, and the dip of her bellybutton. Even the indentations of her hipbones was familiar to him, though her hips themselves were wider apart than the ones he had gripped so often. She grinned, dropping her top to the floor.
“Totally nice, right?”
“Totally!” agreed Poland enthusiastically. Had the situation been any less insane, Lithuania would have laughed at how ludicrous the semi-self-compliment was.
Instead, he could only watch, enthralled, as Poland's double unzipped her pants and slowly shimmied out of them. She toed them to one side and stepped forward to finish undoing Lithuania's shirt, which she tugged off him a little eagerly. This was something weirdly similar between the two Polands as well; the original always had trouble taking his time when he was trying to be sexy and teasing, too. Though it seemed from the way she ghosted her fingers over the waistband of his pants while barely teasing one nipple between her teeth that Poland in girl form might have slightly more skill at this.