Bell was late.

She found herself almost a hour behind when she was suppose to meet Antonio, she got side tracked talking to her brother, one foot in front of the the other as she fast walked. Wearing a dress made of khaki like she usually does, why fix what isn't broken, and heels of black with a two inch heel.

Waving hello to Francis as he made a comment about the running female nation she stopped infront of a hotel door. Using her key card to open the door and get inside quickly while slowly closing it as though she had gotten in trouble for something. Her eyes scanning the room for the Spanish man until she was a mess of dark brown hair leaning on the hotel room couch edge. Our heroine slowly walks forward...

"Catching up,on your siesta?" Bell asked him leaning forward on the couch so a arm was on either side of him. Her chin resting on top of his head so she awoke the sleeping man, making a snork noise to register what was going on.

Antonio tilted his head up to smile at Bell. It was a over used term the "award winning smile" a better term for his smile was "make all the men and women weak in the knees kinda smile".

"I am sorry I am late, big brother was looking sad so I took care of him." Bell explained, Antonio couldn't tell if she meant she had cheered him up or killed him. He wouldn't have a problem with either of those scenarios.

Bell kissed Antonio's head, pressing on the couch edge and bringing her legs over the couch. She landed on her backside on the couch with a thud, putting her legs over his legs. Laying side saddle on him so he can't leave from the couch. Antonio leaning into her and rubbing a hand over her knee and thigh but stopping his hand from going up her skirt. "I couldn't get a siesta earlier, wanted one now."

Antonio grabbed the clock on the side of the couch. "(Whatever 'aw crap' is is Spanish), My ride is going to be soon." He quickly stood taking Bell with him. "We can-we can frolic in the bed, no no time. Um the floor, no no time either, um."

Bell let Antonio go from the direction of the bed to looking at the floor. She really shouldn't have been late, some of the nations leave very early and Antonio seemed to be one of them. She stood there with her half smile watching Antonio flair around trying to find the best place for the two have a quickie.

"We don't need to if you don't have-wa...?" Bell was lifted from her standing spot.

She was pressed to the wall while Antonio kneeled, taking each of Bell's legs and placing them on his shoulders, she gasped when he stood. Hanging onto his hair and hooking her ankles together as some sort of simulated support she was both giggling and panicking. Antonio using one of his hands to hold her rear end up while the other slipped under her dress.

Bell's giggles turned to a sudden out burst of "HA!" at the moving of her underwear. Antonio knew how to work his mouth from years of eating tomatoes and being able to pronounce the hardest of the Spanish words. Tanned lips grazing over Bell's while his hands pressed her forward towards his mouth.

Bell closed her eyes and smiled while her hands went through his hair. The flexing of her feet caused one of her shoes to come off and hit the floor. Antonio's head was almost completely gone under Bell's skirt while it was riding up on her. Jerking her hips with the movement of his lips she arched as she went his tongue go past her lips and take her over. She lent forward and gripped the back of his neck, gasping while trying to get him closer, he leaned his head back and continued to let his tongue do most of the work simply by being present.

He took a step back from the wall, letting one of her legs go down the side of his arm, and even gently bit on her lips. Bell leaning back so she could still touch the wall accidental pulling upon his hair in the process. Her dark skirt was up around her waist showing those in the room her white under wear where the middle crotch part was slid to the side. Antonio squeezing her backside tight and rubbing it until Bell was pulling at his hair more and more.

"owie, that hurts." Antonio said setting Bell down.

Antonio grabbed bed at the clock again, reading over the numbers while Bell undid her top. The white bra she wore had its strap in the front that she undid when Antonio turned around.

Pressing against him and using both of her hands to undo the zipper on his pants. Kissing around his face and lips, the pants being pulled down slightly just under his backside. Once his penis was free Bell used the couch as a step up onto Antonio. One leg still on the ground but standing on her toes so that they looked as though they were going to dance to some extremely erotic song.

In a way they were;

a rocking motion mixed with the moans of their voices as the singing of the song. Bell moving her feet so she was hopping slightly and Antonio placing a leg around Bell so he dipped her. The dip landed them both to the floor with Antonio on top and Bell letting out a squick of surprise.

Antonio sat up so that he was looking down at Bell with her hips connected to his. Antonio still wore his shirt and wasn't willing to remove them in case of missing a beat. Bell gripping her breasts while looking up at Antonio, her fingers pitching around the nipple and the other to her mouth, it was easy to look sexy when you were a European nation.

Antonio thrusted while holding onto her thighs, the smacking turning into a more wet sound, looking up to the ceiling like a prayer. Bell moaning while her back arched on the carpeted floor. She finished first, gripping her breast and the floor, eyes shut tight. Her body was covered in sweat and breast bouncing as Antonio kept thrusting until he finished as well.

Then Antonio's phone rang and it was a rush to dress.