I got saapppyyyy! I'm so sorry!
Enjoy! ;)
Day 11: snogging in front of the fireplace (more cliche)
England smiled widely, running his fingers over Scotland's jaw and breaking their lips apart, "You're getting furry, you need to shave."
Scotland hummed, rejoining their lips, "You're just jealous that you'll never be as manly as me."
"Hardly," England replied, his hands traveling up Scotland's stomach under his shirt, "It's like kissing a bear."
"Well, you don't seem to be put off all that much."
England shook his head, pulling back far enough to flick his eyes over Scotland's face. The firelight flickering over his face somehow made his hair even more red than it already was, oh god how he loved the colour of his hair. He had a thing for redheads. He'd also once had a thing for beards. Ah, and his eyes were so beautiful, contrasting against his deep red lashes, which pressed against that spattering of freckles every time he blinked. And those freckles didn't make him look any less manly, but they softened his otherwise hard face enough to prevent it being jarring.
Good lord, he was beautiful.
"You're doing that thing again."
England hummed, meeting his eyes directly, making Scotland chuckle, "What thing?"
"The thing where you start thinking and then don't tell me what you're thinking about."
England hummed again, brushing his fingers over Scotland's cheeks. "You'd tease me for being sappy."
Scotland shook his head, "If I teased you for being sappy, then I'd be a hypocrite."
England leaned back down to kiss him again, and they didn't speak for a while, hands travelling up and under each other's clothes until light fingers on Scotland's stomach made him chuckle, "You know I'm ticklish there," He snorted, squirming under England's hands.
"I do."
Scotland growled as England's fingers didn't cease their movement, his own reaching down to grasp them firmly. "So stop."
"Make me."
Scotland shook his head, letting go of England's hand to grasp at his neck. He pulled him down, glancing deliberately down at England's lips, "It's a good job I love you."
England chuckled, closing the gap between them. "Ah, you're right, you would be a hypocrite."