APH The Greatest Heights 3
By: Stitches from TIC and Classifiedbatman
Pairing: NedDen + Christiania
Rating: PG 13, fluffy, maybe NC17
p.s.: Vincent is Luxembourg
Months had pasted. Denmark was fully healed and Christiania had grown. He was crawling now, and was even hard to catch at times! Every night Denmark would read Hans Christian Andersen to Christiania, from Holger Dansk to The Little Mermaid. Netherlands would always lay next to the Dane and listen and not just because Denmark always read with such enthusiasm and changed his voice for each and every character. Christiania would always look with such big eyes, as if he was imagining everything was happening, then would drift off to sleep by the end of the story, leaving his parents to put him into his crib and cuddle on the bed.
Every night was always so peaceful after the long days of dealing with the baby. Luckily, their case against England was over and done with, 100 yards away from all three of them, exception on world meetings of course, until further notice. Denmark and Netherlands always had their true moments together when Christiania was sleeping. There was almost always a talk, a cuddle, a nuzzle or two, then a kiss. Always slow yet passionate, never dull but enough to not wake the baby. A touch here and there, sensual and comforting. So perfect, in a way, that it was better than the old days. Days when they used to just kiss hungrily and have sex like animals in heat. These were different days, ones that made their hearts flutter and beat harder than before. No beastly and lusting counter could compare to the feelings they had now. True best friends at the start, and now, It was all love.
They were happy, no lies. Nothing could ever break them apart when they were like this. They could say, though they would never admit it, England helped them in this way. Hearing the soft sighs coming from Christiania's crib after they laid him down, as well as watching him nap were always rewarding. Because of this new life, they found themselves not drink or smoking weed regularly like they used to. It was odd for them, in a sense that, they always had before, those times had gone now, of acting juvenile and reckless… well… for now.
It was at that one week during the year where they both entirely needed a break, in which Finland and Sweden offered to take care of the little one. Which of course they both agreed on, naturally.
They went to a hotel, a classy one, one bed, one bathroom, one shower. One. With Christiania with Finland and Sweden, Netherlands thought of no reason to worry, unfortunately Denmark was not the same.
"what if he gets into the cupboards… what if he finds your weed?"
The babble had went on since they got into the car to the time they reached the Hotel room door. Netherlands would counter with reassuring words to settle the Dane, answering his "what ifs" with blunt answers. He sighed, looking side to side down the hall before lightly pushing the Dane up against the door, standing so close, and making him be quiet in such a way. He touched their foreheads together, "He'll be fine, Tino and Berwald can handle children, we know this already… and I brought my weed with me." He kissed Denmark, "He'll be okay… come on… lets go inside."
xXx
He stood in front of the Dutchman, arms crossed and a cautious emotion plastered across his face. The windows were open, and Netherlands was lighting up his blunt taking a long drag, then offering it to Denmark. The Dane shook his head still nervous. Seeing this, Netherlands had an idea, he stood, still holding in the smoke in and smoothed his hands along Denmark's shoulders to the back of his head, pulling him into a kiss, separating the other's lips with his own and breathing out the smoked into Denmark's mouth. Denmark breathed it in, clutching the front of the other's shirt, smoke seeping out of their mouths. He then broke coughing slightly, before taking the blunt and taking a drag, letting the other finish it. He felt himself calm as Netherlands sat back on the end of the bed patting his legs for the other to sit. The Dane moved and decided to strattle the other, kissing him once lightly.
"We promised to make these nights special… so far it's like when we were fuck buddies." He chuckled smoothing his hands up the other's chest to end up holding the other's head.
Netherlands smirked moving a hand to the back of the other's head pulling the other down into a kiss, "Then let's make this special."
They kicked their shoes off. Denmark repositioning himself on the other's lap as he grinded up against the other as their kiss got heavier. It was when Netherlands started moving with him that Denmark started to lightly moan and bite lightly at the Dutchman's upper lip. He was flipped onto his back on the bed, Netherlands over him, grinding him slowly now, kissing passionately. They didn't want to be animals anymore, they wanted to be lovers, so… take it slow, slow and sweet like a downtempoed song. Denmark let his arms drop over his head, letting Netherlands grab his wrist, squeeze it lightly and glide his hand down his body. A soft sigh, a deep breath, a touch, a shirt undone. Denmark's chest exposed, head tilted for the other to kiss and nibble. His mouth slightly parted, eyes closed. He just wanted to feel Netherlands touching him, kissing him, moving him. A belt, a button, a zipper undone. Hands moving around his thighs and abdomen. He sighs, and breathed in sharply letting it hitch in his throat. The touches, they were so much different than before. A kiss... so different to the norm, and he liked it.
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They kissed, passionately as they moved together. Denmark holding the back of Netherlands' neck as the Dutchman entered him. A sharp sigh, a couple breaths, then back to kissing the other passionately, nodding for the other to continue. The thrust, the move, the moan that escaped the Dane's throat. All so, lovingly, tender, calm, different. A thrust, a gasp and moan. Denmark looked into those olive green eyes of the Netherlands, no signs of lust, not even traces. Love. Was it? The Dutchman kissed him again, stalling his lower movements to wrap his arms around his lover's torso. The Dane pushed himself up from the bed, sitting on the other's lap now, arms wrapped around the Dutchman's neck. He felt Netherlands' tongue sweep across his lower lip and opened his mouth a little to let it seep through and softly caress his own. Soft sighs and moans, touches. Slow moving thrusts into his body making his heart beat ever so faster.
"Faster…" Denmark moaned in a whisper, "…Jan~."
A huff, a silent moan, a name. Netherlands' pace slightly quickened. A kiss at the other's neck, behind his ear, his temple, his forehead. All his heart was fast paced but slow, like a slow waltz mixed with a quick-tempoed salsa. He couldn't help the feelings, the bubble and all. A kiss, a kiss so warm and passionate, comforting and relaxed.
A sharp cry of pleasure.
A moan of satisfaction.
A passionate kiss
A warm body pressed against another's.
Was this… love?
xXx
Their night that night was special. Something that neither of them could believe before. They never thought of the slowness, the relaxed emotion, the lack of lust and the massive amount of feeling that crawled through them like a flower out of the soil and into the sunlight. Magical and beautiful, uncommon to them in many ways.
xXx (a couple months go by~)
"Jan? Did you remember to pace Søren's teddy?" The Dane called from the kitchen, "Jan?"
Denmark walked out into the living room looking around, not seeing either Netherlands or Christiania, until… he saw a foot hanging off the end of the couch. He walked over, "Jan, come on don't be la-…" He stopped in his tracks seeing Netherlands napping with Christiania in his arms. The toddler sleeping, had gently clutched the Dutchman's shirt. Denmark pulled out his cellphone, taking a couple photos and sent some to Belgium. Smiling to himself on how cute both of them were. He kissed their child's forehead, and then the father's lips. A small grunt from the Dutchman as he lazily woke up.
"Good mornin', "The Dane chuckled, "Come on and wake up… we gotta go!"
The Dutchman nodded sitting up with Christiania, "He's grown so much in such a short time," he said, "He's got to be about one year now."
"Ja… It's weird. That's how we were though, ja? So I'm not exactly that surprised. Though… it's weird."
Netherlands stood, "Doesn't matter if we're late you know," he smirked, "Bloem has a key."
Denmark chuckled, "Shush and help me get Søren into his winter coat, it's cold… and what the hell? Aren't you always the one telling me not to be late?"
Netherlands smirked heading towards the front closet, "Haha, just don't want to be in all the hustle and bustle tonight… going to be hard introducing Søren to so many people."
All ready to go, they head off to their second home in Amsterdam. Once arrived they unloaded… these trips back and forth would most likely annoy, but, it was worth it. Denmark loved traveling to the Dutchman's home, he always felt a little freer… probably because he was away from his boss… but still, free. The crisp cold smell of the winter air was always so wonderful. Denmark picked up the sleeping Christiania from his car seat and head into the house with the Dutchman. They were welcomed by Belgium and Luxembourg who helped them move things into the house.
"Awe! Hallo~ little Søren~! Bonjour bébé~!" Belgium smiled oogling the baby who was happy and bouncing in the Dane's arms as he saw his beloved aunt. The baby reach out his arms for her wanting to be held.
"Awe~! May I?" Belgium asked Denmark.
"Of course." Denmark said handing Christiania over smiling.
"Now… lets go get some of the chocolate I brought you! Sound good Søren?" she giggled, then looked up to the Dane, "You don't mind do you?"
"well… uh—"
"Too late! I'm the Aunt and I get to spoil!" Belgium laughed almost practically running off to the kitchen with Christiania.
Denmark was left chuckling, Netherlands walking up next to him.
"Her and Vincent offered to stay the night and watch Christiania if we wanted time to ourselves." The Dutchman said.
Denmark smiled, smoothing his hands up along the front of the other's coat to wrap around the other's neck to pull him into a kiss, keeping his lips there until the other kissed back and they heard a cough from Luxembourg, who was standing against the door frame.
"S-Sorry." Denmark said a little embarrassed, unlocking himself from the Dutchman.
A slight smirk rose upon Luxembourg's face, "fine with me… just wanted to give you this." He said handing them both a box, "Don't tell Bloem… and Don't open it till you two are alone tonight…" He said about to head off to the kitchen but stopped, "go out tonight… have fun."
TBC