Anna sits in bed, a laptop in her lap, her hat and coat on and side light on.
She initially got into bed fully clothed to take a cat nap before Matthew came home when Alfred texted her, telling her to get online so they could chat. she obliged to his childishness and grabbed her laptop. before she knew it she was in full conversation with him, aruging with arthur 3 hours into the next morning. she was even tired then before and extremly hot.
first thing she did was set the computer aside and shed her hat and coat, leaving her less clothed, but still dressed.(jet legged denim pants, a grey turtle neck under a red, rounded low cut shirt It didn't help and she didn't want to stop her communications.
so she stripped off her pants, kicking off her stilleto shoes with ease.
No use, although her legs were considerably more comfortable, it didn't help.
it felt like a fire was burning right under her skin.
She took off the shirt and the tank top leaving her in boxers and a cami (with underwear still on people)
The other countries had left her now, so she shut the lappy down and set it aside,
but even with the major heat supply gone, she was still swimming in warm sweat under the blankets. The blankets felt wet and heavy, so she threw them all off the bed and pillow with when she discovered it too was moist. Anna lay on the bed, panting like a dog locked within a car on a hot summer day. She cursed the bed and punched it a little for it too had drank her sweat. She did her best to block it out and try to sleep. She was still so tired. She curled into a ball in the middle of the queen bed, blocking out all the world.
Until the bed shifted with weight.
Blue eyes flashed worriedly behind glasses as he knelt and felt her forhead.
His body was too hot for her, even at this proximity. She pushed him away,
muttering something about 'too hot'. She heard him swear in french, it made him feel better that no one understood what he was saying, and step back. Anna curled back into herself,
thinking cold, dreaming cold until Matthews hands were on her again.
He wasn't as warm as before, but still warm. She opened her eyes to see him in nothing but his plaid boxers, blushing a red deeper then a firetruck. He ran his hands up and down her back, embrasing her as much as he could and he could tell, she was still too hot.
"Y-You're still wearing to much." he tugged at the bottem of her cami to demonstrate.
She nodded into his shoulder, 'then take it off'. He slipped it over her head without trouble and the boxers followed. Even after that, she was still hot. Her breath was still staggering and her body laced with sweat. Matthew stretched her free from her ball and embrassed her fully. His legs tangled in hers, his arms wrapped around her back, his face nuzzled between bed and her hair.
When skin touched skin, her fire dissaperated. He was still warm, but it cooled her blazing heat none the less. He was her exstinguisher. Her eyes drooped on this thought(she's still reaaally tired!) and wrapped her arms around his waist in compliance.
"Just right." she whispered into his ear before resting her head on his shoulder and drifting off.
She initially got into bed fully clothed to take a cat nap before Matthew came home when Alfred texted her, telling her to get online so they could chat. she obliged to his childishness and grabbed her laptop. before she knew it she was in full conversation with him, aruging with arthur 3 hours into the next morning. she was even tired then before and extremly hot.
first thing she did was set the computer aside and shed her hat and coat, leaving her less clothed, but still dressed.(jet legged denim pants, a grey turtle neck under a red, rounded low cut shirt It didn't help and she didn't want to stop her communications.
so she stripped off her pants, kicking off her stilleto shoes with ease.
No use, although her legs were considerably more comfortable, it didn't help.
it felt like a fire was burning right under her skin.
She took off the shirt and the tank top leaving her in boxers and a cami (with underwear still on people)
The other countries had left her now, so she shut the lappy down and set it aside,
but even with the major heat supply gone, she was still swimming in warm sweat under the blankets. The blankets felt wet and heavy, so she threw them all off the bed and pillow with when she discovered it too was moist. Anna lay on the bed, panting like a dog locked within a car on a hot summer day. She cursed the bed and punched it a little for it too had drank her sweat. She did her best to block it out and try to sleep. She was still so tired. She curled into a ball in the middle of the queen bed, blocking out all the world.
Until the bed shifted with weight.
Blue eyes flashed worriedly behind glasses as he knelt and felt her forhead.
His body was too hot for her, even at this proximity. She pushed him away,
muttering something about 'too hot'. She heard him swear in french, it made him feel better that no one understood what he was saying, and step back. Anna curled back into herself,
thinking cold, dreaming cold until Matthews hands were on her again.
He wasn't as warm as before, but still warm. She opened her eyes to see him in nothing but his plaid boxers, blushing a red deeper then a firetruck. He ran his hands up and down her back, embrasing her as much as he could and he could tell, she was still too hot.
"Y-You're still wearing to much." he tugged at the bottem of her cami to demonstrate.
She nodded into his shoulder, 'then take it off'. He slipped it over her head without trouble and the boxers followed. Even after that, she was still hot. Her breath was still staggering and her body laced with sweat. Matthew stretched her free from her ball and embrassed her fully. His legs tangled in hers, his arms wrapped around her back, his face nuzzled between bed and her hair.
When skin touched skin, her fire dissaperated. He was still warm, but it cooled her blazing heat none the less. He was her exstinguisher. Her eyes drooped on this thought(she's still reaaally tired!) and wrapped her arms around his waist in compliance.
"Just right." she whispered into his ear before resting her head on his shoulder and drifting off.