Scotland was sat by the window sill quietly smoking a cigarette; the window was open to let out the smoke. England was always complaining about the smell on the inside. Personally after a long time the smell no longer bothered her; but she did it to make England happy and prevent unwanted arguments.
It sometimes pissed off Scotland how neat and tidy her fiance liked everything; while she just went casual and let herself create her own space. They were complete opposites but they loved each other dearly. However it didn't hurt to tease England by leaving stuff lying on the floor to wind her up; her annoyed face was quite adorable.
England was out working today at the tea shop she was hired at part time. The shifts were long and grueling but the pay was good. She always came back tired and Scotland was more than happy to help her undress. After all it wasn't every day you got to remove a corset and stockings from a uniform; especially in a maid costume.
"That lass is pushin hersel too hard" Scotland muttered quietly taking a puff of her cigarette.
She knew England worried about money as did she; but overworking herself would only make her ill. Currently Scotland was working part time at a bar but it was closed for staff holiday right now giving her time off.
Suddenly her phone buzzed on the bedside table; Scotland flicked her cig away and got to her feet. She picked up the phone and smiled warmly at the received text.
"Hey Scotland; My shift finishes in 10 minutes but my boss let me go anyway. I'll be home as soon as I can. Love England xx"
She had a feeling England would try cook dinner or make some form of brew when she got in. However Scotland had no intention of letting her; she was going to strip her, give her a brew then fuck her brains out.
"Dinnae push yerself quine; I'll have a brew ready when ye get hame. Love you Scotland xx"
Scotland smiled fondly; she couldn't wait to have England back home and in her arms again. She missed her lover when she was away and was always glad to have her back in her loving embrace. While she would never say vocally how stressed or exhausted she was; Scotland was very good at reading England and all her secrets. It was part of how efficient they were as a couple.
She tossed her long red hair over her shoulder crossly; she didn't mind its length it just bothered her sometimes. England always buried her nose in her hair; she said she loved the smell. Plus having it longer did give her the fun of choosing multiple hairstyles; but she tended to just use a messy bun or french fish-bone plait because it was easier.
"I should probably tak a shooer" Scotland muttered crossly. Her hair smelled like Tobacco smoke and that would bother England a lot. If the smell was vague she wouldn't mind; if it was too strong she would keep her distance till Scotland's hair was clean.
A quick in and out shower would be fine; wash hair and body. Get out, dry off and pull on a clean blouse. No hassle with choosing an outfit and less washing to be done afterwards; simple.
A short time later
England returned home wearily her feet aching, her head buzzing and her legs weak. She had been rushing about all day taking orders and serving tables. Luckily only a small amount of jerks tried to grope her butt or flip her skirt this time.
She collapsed onto the bed wearily a heavy sigh escaping her lips; god she was tired. She removed her glasses and rubbed the gap between her eyes wearily. She recalled her contacts were on the bedside table. Slowly she sat up and placed the glasses on the side before folding them up; her vision went blurry temporarily but came back after putting in the contacts. She generally wore her glasses for reading or work; but preferred her contacts.
"Long day lassie?" a familiar voice asked from beside her.
"Too long" England sighed heavily annoyance hinting her tone. She was glad to be back home finally; she could relax after hours of hard work.
Scotland laughed fondly and slowly made her way beside the bed; she had a feeling England would very much appreciate this little surprise. She sat down quietly beside England but said nothing waiting for her lover to notice her attire.
England lay there quietly for a while before the smell of lavender wafted up her nose; it was subtle yet relaxing. It was a very pleasant smell and allured her in like moths to a flame.
"Have you just taken a shower?" England asked casually.
"Aye" Scotland said bluntly her tone playful. England really did have a good sense of smell which made this all the better.
England opened her eyes and turned her head to look at her lover quietly. Her eyes roamed over Scotland's ample bosom and delicious curves. Her fiance really did have a nice pair of breasts and a perfect sized arse.
While she wasn't one to gloat over her or her lover's assets; she didn't mind appreciating them once in a while. After all her lover really did have a well proportioned body and it was all hers.
Scotland saw her staring and smiled mischievously. She had purposely worn nothing but a towel and waited to see how long it took for the latter to notice. She didn't mind praising herself for coming up with her best plan yet.
England got up slowly her left pigtail sliding over her shoulder slowly; her green eyes burned with the hint of desire. The smell of Scotland's body wash was drawing her in like a warm flame.
She buried her nose into Scotland's shoulder quietly breathing in her smell; this was definitely a nice surprise after a shitty day at work. Having such a wonderful present to come home to made her forget about all the assholes she had dealt with.
"You smell nice" England said quietly her voice hinting lust. It was amazing how a subtle smell could drive a person insane. It was a primal thing inherited from their ancestors and burned deeply into their DNA. They were both beasts with strong passionate desires; which is why they were so compatible.
Scotland's smile grew into a smirk; her plan had worked. She wasn't the most feared and respected country next to Germany for no reason. While she was incredibly strong in a physical sense; she was incredibly intelligent and cunning.
Her eyes roamed to England's neck and breasts; being in that corset like uniform and tight bra all day couldn't be comfortable. And she was more than willing to help her relax and massage her sore breasts. "And you look tired" Scotland replied cheekily. She could see the exhaustion in England's eyes and saw how her breathing was slow and weary.
England bowed her head slowly burying her nose in Scotland's back slightly; she had hoping for something like this. And after the day she had dealt with; a stress relief in the form of a good fuck was much needed.
Scotland breathed heavily as she felt England's lips upon her back; they were soft and warm like a newborn babe. They tingled upon her skin gently before the sensation became pleasant.
"I missed you at work" England said quietly trailing her lips upon Scotland's pale back. Rarely but not often she would leave hickies on Scotland's neck, chest or back to brand her. While Scotland may have been the dominant role; England used subtle methods to ward off unwanted rivals.
"M...Me too" Scotland stammered quietly. She was trying her best to remain the dominant and playful figure. But at this point she would let England do whatever she wanted.
"Isla..." England said sternly using the nation's given name. She rarely used it but when she did it was usually a serious moment; when they were being completely honest with each other.
"Michelle?" Scotland said calmly. Somehow she already knew what England was going to say; it was practically gut instinct.
"Fuck me" England said bluntly her tone monotone. She wanted the redhead now; she wanted to feel her skin against her own. More than that she wanted to feel relief from all the problems she had been through today.
Scotland smirked; god there was times when England could be the sexiest human being possible. This was one of those times. Scotland grabbed England's wrist and pinned her onto the bed; she towered over the blonde her green eyes hungrily taking in her lover's form.
While her breasts were bigger than England's by 2 sizes; England had perfect breasts. They looked like a B cup in her tight clothes but they were actually a C cup. Only after the clothes came off did they bounce about. Her slender curvy waist and her peachy ass; she thanked the gods that they belonged to hers. She couldn't imagine anyone making England as happy as she did; there was just no way they could.
Scotland's love was like a storm; it brewed for a long time allowing the passion to build higher. However when the rain came she held nothing back; she was strong, passionate and wild showering all her love and desire upon the blonde.
"Ye better be prepared; I've waited a feckin long time tae de this" Scotland warned sharply.
She had waited impatiently for England's shift to be over; by passing the time with boring time passers. By the afternoon she was frustrated and lonely; so she had vented her frustration by gaming.
England blushed gently then smiled cheekily "Bring it on" she teased playfully.