A/N – Sorry for the long wait, but I'm kind of stuck on the ending. XP Merry Christmas everyone and cheers to a Happy New Year! :D

IMPORTANT!A/N - You know those "necessary splashes of bordering lime" shit I was talking about earlier? This chapter has some of it in it. *stares at the previous reviews for the unedited CH2* I'm doing it this way, guys. Also, I've edited this one majorly to mention what I felt was absent before…Er, you'll notice.

~~~(CH2_Silent Satisfaction)~~~

Leala dropped her bag inside of the guest room where she usually stayed in when she visited - she visited often. As she pulled off her dress shirt, she thought back to the first days of their simple, secret relationship. Elizaveta had been nervous and hesitant and perhaps herself a bit too eager and interested. It was a relationship built on friendship and the desire to know 'what if' without jumping out the window completely for a man. In Elizaveta's case, it was for Austria.

"Do you need any help?" offered Elizaveta entering the room through the wide open door and interrupting her thoughts.

"Ah, no, I'm alright. It won't matter if my top flies off anyway."

Elizaveta laughed. "Right."

Leala changed into a spaghetti-strap slightly see-through blouse. 'Comfortable' around Big Brother Switzerland held a completely different attire in mind, but that was fine too. She had no bottom on besides her panties with cute animals, and it wasn't 'granny panties'. Really. She was old enough.

Elizaveta familiarly aligned the shirt strap with the bra strap on the blonde's small shoulders. She smiled her thanks.

"So, what do you want to do?"

There. Beyond those politely closed eyelids, past the kind grin was desire, the kind that grew silently with each aggravatingly passing second. Whatever machine she had been using when Leala knocked upon her door had obviously failed her or left her wanting more. To not say a word was not the way of their relationship.

It looked like she was still a bit hesitant.

Leala pulled the brunette into a surprise kiss, both for its unexpected initiation and her lack of restraint, taking her completely.

It's a talent resembling a top…, Elizaveta thought listlessly.

When Elizaveta broke away for air, the two girls locked eyes for just a moment, emerald irises meeting violet ones in something like a trance. Leala had such a hazy expression though as those eyes regained their true grassy colors on the blonde. And yet…she seemed-

All concerns fled the scene as she felt the usually perverted gesture of her dress being lifted. Normally she would have her frying pan at the ready. No, already bashing the causer's skull in. But this was Leala doing this, so her guard didn't bother to activate at all.

Elizaveta felt her slip being grabbed by the fist-fulls making her legs separate. Then she moaned as a warm piece of flesh pressed against her most sensitive area. It stayed there, killing her with unwavering warmth, until the wetness slipped through the thin fabric. Saliva threatened to spill from those uncontrolled moans, but etiquette urged it to stay.

More! But such demands could not even be uttered. Why? Why now?

Almost as if on cue to Elizaveta's thoughts, Leala began to rub her tongue all over the underside, wetting everything that wasn't already and sending chills up and down the brunette's spine.

She started to twitch and buckle her knees urging Leala to go in deeper which in turn caused Elizaveta to squirm even more thus provoking the blonde to please her more in which became a vicious delicious cycle.

Elizaveta was finding it increasingly difficult to stand, but hesitated to add pressure onto the girl's small frame. Yet once again, almost as if Leala could just sense her neuronal recoils, the girl's caresses and thrusts became too much for even the tough Hungarian to handle and she proceeded to hunch over and place weight on the blonde.

By then, she could almost see it. She could almost see the beautiful view atop an Alp mountain. What with all the intense jumps of pleasure she'd been feeling for the past – what had seemed like – eternity, she could hardly believe how long the ride took.

Nevertheless, she was getting there, and Elizaveta, determined, began to rock her hips accordingly, doubling the friction. The orange flower that was always in her hair fell from her tresses, but she would never notice.

Relief was just around the corner. She felt it churning like butter, begging like a dog, moaning like a slain beast.

It was coming. IT WAS COMING!

Then it all stopped. The warm tongue had left her and the dress was arranged to the proper-looking shape it had maintained before all this, without any signs of being crumpled by small loving hands. The scream that she had wanted to let loose died in her throat and what remained was only some kind of a sigh. Tears were left clinging to her eyelashes.

Game Over.

All of it was useless. Leala's opportunity to pick up where she had left off to at least satisfy the Hungarian had passed as well.

Elizaveta stared at the girl. Whatever expression she was making didn't matter since the other was too pre-occupied wiping the sweat from her brow, valley, and other nook and crannies casually in her presence. And also because she was sure she was staring blankly – she didn't know what to say or how to feel towards the girl now.

Should she mention she had failed – although no machine or human or nation had ever come so excruciatingly close? Should she be disappointed of her or congratulate her for knowing about her urge and for just trying? She didn't know. She should've been grateful enough to try those shameless fantasies with her.

"So…what do you want to do?" The Hungarian couldn't believe she could even say that.

The blonde revealed her intentions to the other swiftly. "Do you want to try continuing the manga we were working on?

"Oh! That's right!" Elizaveta felt ideas, scenarios, and passages of all sorts dance about her mind just waiting to be organized and set in paper. "I think I have inspiration too."

"Oh really?" Leala sounded, happy for her.

"Y-Yes."

The adrenaline of that almost-orgasm spurred new perspectives and motivation for her story. The one she had been dying and pulling her hair out over for several weeks.

"I'll go fetch the drawing materials then," Leala chirped, leaving Elizaveta to her own, very dazed thoughts.

~()~

*granny panties are loose panties that usual old people and babies wear. Tighter panties are for tweens in between that want to feel hotter. It's really the same with teens and thongs. ^^;

A/N - XP What a holy thing to write on such a holy day... Anyway, this is just a reminder of what's happening: Japan/Kiku went to spend the day with Switzerland/Vash as to help him kill time without his sister, Liechtenstein/Leala, as she is spending her day with her best friend, Hungary/Elizaveta, and is sleeping over as well. The SwitzerlandxJapan (or SwissSushi or Swipan) side is my "Movie Night" while the LiechtensteinxHungary side is - guess who - "I Kissed a Girl"! :D Savvy? Alright. XD

Again, this is a story different than most you see on this site, so I do hope a select few of you readers will give this plot and perspective a chance. Please don't avoid this story with the reason that it is different. ^^

Sincerely,

~TMRomance