Holy Shit is everyone else excited for Tuesday when Hetalia Season 3 comes out! ZOMYGAWD! I am just about wetting my pants from the anticipation of watching Boss Spain and Chibi Romano in English. Dear god I am more excited for this than I was for freaking Christmas!
Hem, anyhoo, thank you to my dear readers and those who took the time to review. I appreciate all of you and only hope I'm doing a good job. If there's something you like or dislike please let me know.
Oh and just an FYI, my inspiration for this chapter was Chopin's Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2
Ch 10 Shattered By the Night
Roderich pulled out the piano bench and sat down before his beloved piano. He slowly trailed his fingers over the keys.
He felt a pang of longing and wished it was Elizaveta he was caressing, but he doubted that she would be allowing him that pleasure anytime soon.
His posture upright and perfect, his hands pounded the keys as his hands descended and found the notes needed to express his mood. In some ways he was addicted to music. He loved playing it as well as listening to a concert performed by talented musicians. Yet there were times when he needed music for other reasons. Some men drank or dabbled in other vices to channel their feelings but not he. Whenever he couldn't quite bear the feelings swelling within himself he turned to the piano and played everything out until he had purged the emotion inside.
The notes were filled with his longing and loneliness. His hands flew and frantically played to expel the feelings until he was mindless, barely sensible of his actions. The piano succeeded where words failed to properly aid him in his outpouring of emotions.
A warm hand rested on his shoulder and the purge ceased as his attention shifted. He looked up and there Elizaveta was standing at his side.
He could only blink dazedly from behind his glasses as he came to his senses once again. His chest rose and fell while all those things he had worked so hard to rid himself of welled up inside of him.
She took a step back and avoided his eyes as she steeled herself for what needed to be said. In the days since their conversation that snowy night she had been struggling to find a way to sort things out.
She had come to terms with her situation under his rule. She was independent and she would not forget who she was, but she needed contact.
The only other people besides Feli who she spoke to were the other servants. To them she was their superior; not a peer or an equal. She was not someone who they chatted with at the end of a day of work. It was unlikely that she would form any attachments among them.
Roderich had been right. She would remain in this house for a long time, and he would be there with her. He could give her something that she needed more than mere physical release. He could ease the lonesomeness she felt.
During her days in the Ottoman Empire she had been unwilling to become close to any of the others, she had been too focused on breaking free and leaving. It was only now when she was able to look back on her days under Turkish rule that she realized how much solitude she had inflicted on herself.
She could let herself be a companion and a lover. After all she liked him for the most part and thoroughly enjoyed his body, so why not just make the most of her time in this house? It wasn't as though she loved him and therefore she felt reasonably assured that she would not lose herself by indulging in this.
"You know after living in this house so long sometimes I believe I know what you're feeling when I listen to you play," she began as she continued to stare at his collarbone rather than meeting his eyes.
He remained silent wondering why in gott's name she was here. Of course he couldn't care less what the reason was as long as she was standing before him and she was wearing that nightgown once more. He failed to ignore the fact that her silhouette was illuminated by the light spilling in from the window.
She swallowed thickly. She had fought many battles in her time so why was reaching out to him so frightening in comparison?
She exhaled and lifted her hands and laid them against his shirt front, her fingers lightly grasping the material.
"I know it's silly," she remarked. "I've missed you Roderich."
She had barely gotten the words out when he stood up. His arms were encircling her and she willingly rested her face against his chest while he held her. They stood like that for some time, both of them needing the touch of another. In the end neither of them had apologized for anything. They were the way they were and sometimes it was best to accept that.
This time they went to Roderich's room. Both of them knew this would take some time and that it would be difficult for them to remain quiet while they touched each other; neither of them desired to disturb the servants.
Elizaveta laid on her stomach, resting her head against her outstretched arms with her face turned to the side. The comforter beneath her stomach was incredibly blue and soft. If she had cared to notice, the bedchamber was a very nice place, but her focus didn't extend beyond the bed. All she could concentrate on was the man behind her gently running his fingers along her back, tracing her battle scars that had faded silver and pink.
She shivered when he touched the scar where a sword had sliced from her right shoulder blade to her left buttock.
"I'm sorry," he said automatically, fearing he had hurt her.
"It's alright," she told him pushing her hair over her shoulders to allow him better access. "They haven't hurt me in a long time."
He murmured something in German, words that she hadn't picked up yet, reverently against her skin. His mouth trailed along her spine and in that moment she came to realize how nice it felt for someone to touch her there. Every new place his lips trailed on her back tingled and made her sigh as her body burned slowly.
When his mouth traveled lower she felt him hesitate before grasping her ass in his hands and massaging her lightly while his lips brushed over the small of her back. Then in a move that she was surprised by he kissed the swells of her ass and she shifted reacting to the contact.
He did not stop, but continued down her strong thighs to the back of her knees, where he trailed his lips along each beautiful dip.
He had taken pleasure in the sight of her body for a long time. Even in the days before she came to live in his house he had admired her strength and beauty and now he was finally allowed to touch her, to run his hands and mouth over her to his heart's content. He loved feeling her body responding, but he was not simply doing this for her benefit. It gave him gratification to be able to thoroughly explore a woman's body for the first time. To learn the soft textures, the smells and tastes in a slow drawn out sensuous exploration of skin and limbs.
At last he groaned at her left ankle as he pressed a hard kiss to the bone. Her thighs shifted, a gesture he had come to realize meant she was enjoying herself.
"Roll over," he told her quietly as one long tapered hand gently caressed her flank.
She obediently turned over, her breathing deep but not frantic. They were exploring slowly, thoroughly this second time. It wasn't all raw heat and fast friction; it was a slow thorough fucking that made the ache go deeper.
She looked up at him while he gazed down at her thoughtfully, tenderly. He could look at her hundreds of times and never have his fill when it came to her body.
A long finger grazed the skin beside the angry pink scar on her lower abdomen; the one that had ruptured during their fight years ago.
"Does this one still hurt?" he asked her as the back of his fingers traced the area around the scar. His fingers lightly touched her mons and she closed her eyes.
"Sometimes," she breathed as he leaned over her. Her arms loosely wound around Roderich's neck and pulled him down for a slow kiss. His erection throbbed against her stomach but neither of them felt the need to join their bodies.
They kissed languidly, lips sliding and meeting unhurriedly. They tasted one another completely until Elizaveta flicked her tongue against his mouth and he opened to her allowing their tongues to lazily tangle.
"Mmmph," she groaned as she felt his hands skimming over her breasts through the haze of pleasure.
They continued to kiss as his hand cupped her full breast and kneaded it. When she pressed herself against him a little more insistently he pulled away with a chuckle to lick her neck.
She bit her lip as she watched his mouth slowly, much too slowly for her liking, descend to the valley between her breasts. When he continued to kiss his way past her breasts she immediately cupped his face in her hands and forced him to look up at her.
"Please," she said breathily. They were taking it slow but she couldn't bear to have him ignore her breasts a moment longer. They were heavy with arousal, the pink nipples tight and begging to be caressed.
He stared up at her with lust darkened eyes and smiled, no this was not a smile, and if it was it was a very slow, sexy predatory kind of smile that made her arch up to his touch when he moved to lay on his side while she stayed spread out like a feast for him to consume.
He bent his head and hesitated briefly, his warm breath causing her nipple to ache with need. Then his mouth was kissing the underside before at last taking her into his mouth.
"Ah, y-yes like that," she panted while he worried the nipple in his mouth.
His other arm was wrapped almost possessively across her stomach, curling around her hip and she felt content to leave it there. Her arms were busy as well, one hand gripping his forearm convulsively as he worshipped her skin while the other was tangled in his hair, keeping him fastened to her breast.
Roderich groaned low in his throat as he released her wet nipple. Feeling her responding to him playing with her was a heady feeling. He may have even gotten harder simply from feeling her tug on his hair and making sharp little moans above him. He couldn't get enough of this woman.
He switched to her other nipple and in his excitement nipped at it making her thighs shift restlessly and her hands clutch at him.
Reluctantly he pulled away from her flesh only to have her pull his face up to hers for a harsh hot kiss. They were both becoming too hot to continue with the sweet slow approach for much longer and he forced himself to break the kiss. A thin line of saliva trailed from their mouths and she stared at him with cloudy green eyes filled with want.
He gingerly removed his glasses and reached over her to set them on the nightstand.
Now, he had to do this now. He sat up and moved to crouch between her thighs looking up at her hot flushed face as he hooked her thighs over his shoulders.
"What are you doing?" she asked watching him in uncertainty.
"Using mein mouth," he responded, his voice deep and heavily accented.
Her thighs shifted and his eyes were drawn to her center spread open before him. She was wet and pulsing. There were so many pink parts and layers, and he wanted to explore every inch of this place.
He buried his face against her and she gasped, feeling his warm breath and mouth there on her cunt.
She felt so bare and exposed that she started to shake a little as he pressed his lips to her labia and parted her with his tongue.
"Mmm," she whimpered pressing up against his mouth while the shaking of her body intensified.
He looked up at her as he licked her and she sighed when he pulled away.
"Are you alright?" he said worriedly.
He had never done this before, everything, each touch was a test and he didn't want to make any horrible mistakes.
"I'm alright," she told him, chest heaving. "No one's ever done this. It feels really good."
She swallowed thickly and laid her hand in his hair and pushed him back to her pussy. He smiled briefly before returning to her wet center with more enthusiasm and she cried out and pulled him away.
"What's wrong?" he said looking utterly confused with his brows furrowed in worry.
"It's just very good," she said breathlessly. " Almost too good…overwhelming. Go slow right now alright?"
"I understand," he replied with a relieved smile on his face. He gently kissed the insides of her thighs and slowly found his way back to her. She shuddered when his tongue returned to her but this time she could handle it. The sensations were strong, so good she could hardly bear it, and yet she never wanted him to stop.
She felt him licking deep inside her body, lapping at her core. He felt her knees trembling on either side of his face. Her hands strayed to her tight breasts and she played with her nipples while he ate her out. It was the most intoxicating thing she'd ever felt. It felt even better than sex, with that wet thirsty appendage lapping at her and she wanted it to go on forever. Then his tongue licked her up from her opening to clitoris and she cried out and pressed his face into her cunt.
"Oh…. oh again! Please, that!" she panted and Roderich grasped hold of her legs and held on tightly, as he used his tongue on her clit, stroke after glorious stroke making her keen and her pelvis lift up off the mattress to meet his face.
He licked, again and again the place that gave her so much pleasure as she fell apart around him. Then when just when they both thought she couldn't take anymore, he took her clit into his mouth and sucked it like a sweet and she came, flooding his mouth with her taste as she shook and filled the air with her moans. She twitched when he gave a few long, slow strokes to her clitoris and then relaxed limply against the now damp sheets.
Her eyes were closed as she worked to get her breathing under control, to just focus on opening her eyes. All of her muscles felt deliciously lax and her body drained of strength. It was funny, she had always feared being weak and defenseless; in the afterglow it was the greatest feeling in the world.
Roderich sighed heavily and laid down on his side waiting for her to recover from her release. He wiped his thumb across his chin and licked the fluid off of it. He realized that he rather enjoyed performing cunnillingus and for once was grateful for to that pervert Francis for a past birthday present; a particularly explicit tome on love making.
"Mmm, so good," she sighed at last opening her eyes and looking over at him. "You've really never done any of this before?"
He looked into her face, laying on his back, propped up on his elbows.
"Not until you came along," he told her fondly.
She stared at him thoughtfully.
"Then who taught you to kiss?" she said rolling onto her belly and looking up at him. She eyed his half hard cock and took a breath.
"Don't worry I'll touch you, only please give me some time to recover from that."
He nodded in relief and blushed under her gaze. He wondered how she would react if he told her.
"It was when I was married."
"To Antonio?" she said cocking her head with interest.
He grimaced but pressed on.
"Yes. I came to find during our marriage that I preferred women, and Antonio preferred men. We never had sex but tt felt good to have someone to care about. Occasionally we would share the same bed, and…."
He cleared his throat and closed his eyes, face burning.
"Antonio liked to touch. I wouldn't let him have sex with me but if I was in the right mood I didn't mind kissing him."
Elizaveta made a choked sound in her throat and stared at him in undisguised shock and perhaps some lust.
"W-with tongue?"
He watched her thighs shift and because he very much wanted to continue where they had left off he regarded her intently.
"With tongue," he confirmed in a deep velvety tone as she crawled over and straddled his waist.
"Show me how," she said lowering herself to take him into her wet pulsing body. She leaned over him as he swallowed heavily from the feeling of her taking him in again.
"Show me how he would kiss you," she said lifting her hips and falling as he rolled over and thrust into her and their mouths met ravenously.
(Section Break)
Leave it to Hungary the Yaoi fan girl to get hot and bothered thinking of her lover with his ex-husband. Lol.