APH - Den/Hun - Unexpected Invitation - Chapter 35
WARNING: MATURE CONTENT. Read at your own risk!
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ONCE AGAIN, WARNING.
The next few days of the conference went by without any more harm done. As she had hoped, the discussions included other various problems around Europe aside from the recent drama and Emil hadn't given her a single bit of attention, dodging her when he could and escaping with Milena for some time. His impoliteness stuck out like a sore thumb, but Elizaveta figured that it was better than before, when he would give her his trademark glare.
Elizaveta tried to continue bonding with the other Nordics as well. Though it was difficult with Mathias around so often, she attempted to chat with each of the Northern European countries one on one to get to know them and their perspective and opinion of Mathias whenever she had the chance (even asking one of them to distract him for her). She had a few good laughs from the anecdotes they shared with her, for reasons like Mathias doing something out of playfulness to Valdimar that had irritated him, or trying to chase down Hanatamago for Tino. No matter what they told her, she could tell that her relations with the other Nordics had grown rather strong, with the exception of Eirik. Roderich came up to her twice to mainly check on her, but Elizaveta remained comfortably independent of him, needing to insist repeatedly for him to stop worrying. She sensed that he may still be struggling to adapt to her presence around the Nordics, but he was surely doing better.
Elizaveta herself recovered quickly, enough to be able to jump out of the car seat and steal her luggage into her home before Mathias could get out of the vehicle and do so himself, literally running away back to her house. Her arms, having been reexamined by the doctor again recently with positive results, heaved in the luggage without difficultly or strain after popping open her front door. She set it down beside the door and breathed in and out with a triumphant grin, her hands perched on her waist, enjoying the smell of her home. Kicking off her slippers, Elizaveta looked back outside to see where the Dane was, calling out to him before starting off into her kitchen, "Bella may have decided to give you the responsibility of confiscating my weapons, but I'm not letting you search through my house alone!"
Mathias was glad that the rest of the time spent in Brussels had gone along smoothly, with no further drama or tension being thrown into the mix of settling the various problems occurring on their continent. Valdimar had left with Berwald and Tino, allowing the Dane to drive Elizaveta back to her home and so that he could also carry out his assigned duty-to confiscate all and any weapons she possessed.
"Hey!" To no surprise the Hungarian had dashed into her home before Mathias could move a finger, and he just shook his head and sighed, leaving his car and locking it before entering the Hun's household, again hit by the wave of her scent, though he had grown quite used to it by now. As he kicked off his shoes he smirked as he replied to her comment. "That's fine with me-that way I can make sure I get everything." Though I won't be able to look through some of her other stuff...wait. "Though I hope you realize that since I have to look every where...you can't hide a single thing from me. Prepare for your secrets to be revealed-there's a reason Bella chose certain people for this task, y'know." He chuckled as he also went into the kitchen, running a hand through his hair as he looked around. I wonder how long this is going to take.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," Elizaveta answered as she pulled out a drawer, not noticing her speech change from formal to informal one. Perhaps she had been teasing Mathias so often that her proper etiquette had just dropped. "Isn't that the reason why I said you weren't searching alone?" She flashed a smirk at Mathias as her hands grabbed a handful of knives and set them down on the counter, causing them to lightly clank against each other. Her hand then held up a fork to her face, seeming as if she was inspecting it for any stains. "And you're not going to get to know everything about me, Mathias. If you're going to read my diaries to know more about me instead of simply searching my house for weapons, then you wouldn't be doing your job, now wouldn't you? That's an attempt to invade my privacy..." She returned the utensil she held back into the drawer, deviating from her original topic. "Do you think you'll have to take my forks as well?" Elizaveta moved on to another drawer, leaving the previous one open for the Dane to decide if he wanted to take the forks away.
I guess I can't hide myself though, Elizaveta thought as she scanned through the variety of tools sitting inside the second drawer. Her fingers began sorting through the kitchen materials. He'll find out about those doujinshis no matter what. Even now, she didn't know that Mathias already knew about them from his last visit. Her hand then discovered a fine butcher knife, which flickered a blinding reflection as she flipped it from one side to the other before adding it into the pile. Her gaze returned to Mathias, eyes narrowing slightly and voice lowering to display her seriousness. "...Are you really going to purposely do that?"
Mathias watched Elizaveta carefully, his eyes constantly looking to the knives, and chuckled at her reply. "Now, now-I never said I was going to read your diary...just that I'll have to look in every place to make sure you have no weapons stashed away secretly somewhere. In fact-you might have something sealed in one of them!" He teased her, then approached the drawer she had temporarily abandoned, looking through it himself, making sure all the knives had been picked out. He stared at the forks, then shook his head. "Nah. Technically, anything can be a weapon. . .knives are a biggy, though. So I think you're fine." He closed the drawer, and again watched Elizaveta, eyes widening slightly at the large butcher knife, and found it to stand out among the other ordinary ones.
"...Purposely do what?" The Viking gave her a questioning look. "Read through your diaries? No, don't worry. I'm not that bad." He flashed a grin. "But I will have to look through every drawer and box. Just doing my job." On the last sentence, Mathias turned to grab a large container from the Hungarian's door, which he had brought in to put everything in. "I just hope you don't have...grenades or something kept under lock and key somewhere." He looked around, as if expecting some secret passageway to open up that led to a lair full of tools of destruction. "That would be most unpleasant."
Elizaveta rolled her eyes at his suspicion. Though, as ridiculous as it sounded to keep a weapon inside one of her diaries, she didn't hide her small smile. He's just being himself, she convinced herself before nodding to Mathias when he gave his opinion about the forks.
She nearly sighed of relief, but released more of a silent 'phew' out of her mouth. Her diaries would obviously serve as embarrassment to her if the Viking read them, and the last time she came upon them and read a page or two of her long recorded past, Elizaveta shut it out of shame and tossed it somewhere deep in her stash of ancient personal belongings. As Mathias brought in a container, she carefully transferred the pile of knives into the box, making sure the blades didn't come into contact with either of them and laughed. "No, I don't. If you're curious, I actually don't have that many weapons on me." She followed the Dane's gaze, turning her head to the left and right with a grin before keeping her eyes on the container. "That probably won't even be half filled."
Elizaveta returned to her kitchen drawers, opening and closing each one until she searched through all of them, only adding two more potentially lethal tools into the container. She moved out of the kitchen and back into the hallway, heading to the stables at the back of her house. Her face shone as she smiled widely upon seeing her two horses, Leitha and Tisza, and strayed from what she was originally doing to approach and pet both of them, Leitha before Tisza. "I'm glad you two are doing alright," she murmured to the animals while stroking the black horse's muzzle. Its neck stretched out so that it could chew on the Hungarian's flower, but Elizaveta reacted in time to block its mouth with the palm of her hand, frowning.
"Don't you dare," she mumbled, then looked over to the feeder. "...Oh, hungry, aren't you? Very funny, trying to eat me instead..." Elizaveta quickly went off to refill her pets' food supply before pulling out a rather modern sword in its sheath and a rifle from the wall next to the door that connected her home and the stable. "These should be the only weapons in here," she told Mathias, then looked back at her horses, smirking for a brief second. "...But, if you like, you can double check."
"Not even half filled? Hm, we'll see about that." He watched her as she looked around, following her and making sure to inspect everything throughly, before following her to the stable. He crinkled his nose as the stench of horses hit him in a wave, and reminded him of the night he had come to the Hungarian's house. As his eyes settled on the horses, they narrowed as he made eye contact with Tisza. The Viking had not forgotten the trick the Hun had played on him, and as he stared at the strong creature, he couldn't help but notice he had a mischievous glint in his eyes. Oh, if he thinks he's getting at me again…
Mathias's attention snapped back to Elizaveta as she left her horses to retrieve the weapons, and he didn't miss the smirk that danced on her lips. He glanced at the horses again, then shook his head. "I trust you." I'm not letting you get me again. He walked out of the stable with the box, glad to leave the strong scent behind. "And if it turns out you do have something in there...well, I guess I'll know that you're a liar." His voice sounded serious, though he mentally snickered. He set the box down in the living room, and started looking around. Thankfully she has a small house, so this won't take too long...
Laughter filled the air; Elizaveta smirked again at Mathias as she added in the rifle and sword into the collection. "Well, I don't have anything else, so I guess I'm not a liar." He caught me smiling, didn't he? She returned into her house, fresher air cleansing her nostrils of the farm smell, and deviated from Mathias's path, heading upstairs rather than to the living room. As she pushed her foot against each step, Elizaveta murmured with some sarcasm, "You can stay down there, Mathias. I'll get the weapons out of my room myself." She wished she could have been more serious, and was actually hoping that he would stay down there - but knowing him, the Hun could tell that he wouldn't obey her. Instead of trying to stop him, Elizaveta decided to inspect her room first.
Her hands came to her waist one step into her room, scanning it from left to right like a panorama. "Where to start first," she spoke to herself, then walked over to her bed and knelt down to look underneath it. Immediately, Elizaveta frowned; there was a good pile of doujinshis slowly gathering dust. She quickly snatched them and popped over to her closet in what seemed like a second, putting the booklets in places were she hoped that the Dane wouldn't search through. ...No, it isn't worth the effort. It's hopeless, isn't it? Then her eyes came upon a long, thick box on a shelf at the top of her closet and widened. Is that...
Mathias noticed that the Hungarian hadn't followed him into the living room the moment he heard a foot on the step, and smirked at her suggestion. Stay down here? Pah. The Dane decided to leave the lower level of the house for later after sweeping one more glance and then crept up the steps quietly. He saw the Hungarian as she was looking in her closet, and remained quiet for a few moments before leaning against the door frame, a smirk once again decorating his lips as his eyes slightly narrowed. "Trying to make your room safe, eh? Sorry babe, but I've got to look through everything." He snickered lowly and took a step into the room, eying the drawer that he knew she kept her lingerie in for the careless bit hanging out of it.
"Oh, and don't worry-I already know about your fetish. So if you're trying to hide that from me...well, it's a wasted effort." Another step into her room, another glance around. His eyes had found the flower from Tivoli, and he couldn't help but smile to see it still sitting as if it was still attached to its stem. Mathias then flashed the Hungarian a grin before starting to look around. Oh, the wonders of a girl's room...
Elizaveta, who had her arms and fingers stretched out in front of her, paused in the middle of trying to get down the box of interest in her closet to send Mathias a glare. However, she flinched and frowned when he confessed that he knew about her secret love for yaoi, and wasn't sure how she should respond, simply watching him slowly walk deeper into her room. Elizaveta recovered herself within a few seconds and answered coolly while smirking, "Oh, so you found out." She chuckled as she again attempted to retrieve the large box. "Just so you know, you're in for hell if you don't keep that to yourself." Deep hell, Mathias.
Her fingertips brushed the edge of the box, barely moving it off of the shelf. Determined, Elizaveta lifted her heels off the floor, now on her tiptoes, and successfully grabbed a hold onto the object, nearly falling backwards due to the weight. Once she rebalanced herself, the Hungarian faced Mathias and carefully raised the lid, peeking through the tiny opening. Her expression turned serious, then reverently patted the cover back down. She levered her arms out, offering the box to the other nation. "Mathias, you better take good care of this, alright?" Unlike before, Elizaveta's voice was lowered and not in a mocking tone. "It's my sword, from the old days."
Mathias snickered, shaking his head. "Y'know, I think a lot of people already know...considering your obsession with taking pictures at certain moments. . ." His eyes drifted to the Hungarian's desk, where he saw her camera sitting neatly next to her computer. It makes me wonder what she has on those things... Before he allowed his mind to wander, he turned his attention back the Hungarian as she presented him with the box. He gave her a sincere, and almost apologetic, smile as he carefully took the box into his hands, immediately feeling the weight of the precious item inside. "Don't worry, I will." He nodded, his voice confident and assuring. He carefully set it outside the door in the hallway, figuring he would either run for the container later or just carry everything down.
The Dane then smirked, returning to his playful attitude, and made his way to Elizaveta's dresser, opening the drawers to inspect for weapons. Mathias paused at one, restraining himself from letting out a snicker. Smirk widening, he opened it, and let out a whistle. "Well, well, what do we have here? You wear thongs?" He flashed her a grin, and let out another whistle. "And panties and bras with lace...that's hot." He rummaged around the drawer, and ended up finding a knife attached to the side of it. Heh. Of course. He slipped it out and threw it over to the door, then looked at the Hun, up and down, helplessly undressing her with his eyes. For satan...
Elizaveta frowned as Mathias peered at her camera, which was sitting next to her laptop. She recalled the last time she used it, and had taken advantage of the sleeping Dane when he had slept over the other night. ...No, I can't let him look through that...or my laptop. After the weight of the ancient sword was relieved from her hands, her eyes followed Mathias out of her room. Plus, he has no right to be doing that right now.
She cut herself off from her thoughts as she noticed a smirk played on Mathias's lips and crossed her arms, irritably tapping a foot against the floor as he dug through her dresser and drawers. For once, Elizaveta managed to hold off a blush from tinting her face, only glancing down at her body after the Nordic did. For the love of... Elizaveta came up to Mathias and masked his eyes with a tight hand, also leaning his head back while her other hand shut the drawer he was looking through. "You may as well search my room for weapons without looking if you're going to be doing that."
Mathias, though his eyes had been covered as the Hungarian attempted to remove him from the treasure cove he found, grinned with mischief. "Oh, but that won't be any good...what if I end up slicing myself with some other hidden knife?" His grin turned into a dark smirk as he breathed in the sweet, flowery fragrance emitting from Elizaveta, feeding more to his lustful desire, especially after his imagination just had a pretty good time from searching around her lingerie.
His hands made their way to her waist, immediately pulling her towards him and against him as his tongue lashed out at her wrist, trying to get her to remove the cover on his eyes. "You know..." His voice was low, seducing. "...we're in your room. Alone. The two of us." His hands slowly slid towards her hind as he snickered. "And I think I deserve something for being pretty patient this last week."
"No, you're not that stupid to cut yourself," Elizaveta insisted, glancing around her room to see where she should guide the Dane. "In fact, I don't think I have any other knives in here. But if you do happen to be that stupid, shouldn't you be taking it like a man?" She laughed, but then squeaked quietly as his tongue tried to attack her hand. Her arm had jumped up to try to dodge his tongue while continuing to curtain his eyes, but felt a brief touch warm her cool skin anyways, causing her shoulders to flinch and shiver slightly. She frowned, though before she could scold him, she absorbed Mathias's words and immediately understood what he wanted. Elizaveta shrieked once more, louder this time, as his hands traveled to her hind, not having noticed - rather, minded - them previously on her waist. What...
"Deserve something?" Elizaveta repeated, shifting her fingers slightly on Mathias's face. Her voice was hinted with some nervousness, as she was hoping he was jesting and decided to tease him. It wasn't helping that her lower body had pressed up against his from his contact with her hind. "Oh, after all you've done for me? Well, of course you deserve something, but don't you think we have something else to do first?"
Mathias was still smirking darkly and widely, especially from her reactions, and chuckled lowly. "Oh, that can wait...I'm in no hurry. Just as long as I don't leave without completing that task." He pressed up more against her, lowering her face to hers and breathing on her lips, his hands still on her hind. "And exactly. I deserve something. And I think now is a pretty good time for me to get that something." His tongue slid slowly across her lips, squeezing her hind as he did so.
Before she could refuse or attempt to break away, he locked her into a kiss, gentle at first. The Viking again was feeling intoxicated-her smooth skin, her delicious taste, her tantalizing scent and oh her finely shaped body which was now completely against him. There was no holding him back now-no, the moment was too perfect and the opportunity too tempting, and soon he strengthened the kiss, allowing their lips to passionately dance with each other as his tongue slipped into her mouth.
Oh my god, he isn't joking. Elizaveta stared at Mathias, obviously perturbed and nerved by his expression, and lost count of how many times she had opened and closed her mouth to talk back or reject him. His eyes, she noticed, displayed the lust a Viking would - and it told her that Mathias was in his Viking mode once again. At this point, it would be difficult for her to back away - but Elizaveta would never be discouraged to stop a challenging situation.
However, she found her morality and judgment swiftly blinded by her own lust, sharply inhaling through her parted lips as he swept his tongue across them and getting carried away with the kiss Mathias had trapped her with. Her hand that once shielded the Dane's eyes had slid up to his hair, running her fingers between his locks of hair as Elizaveta felt their bodies exchanging heat; with her eyes closed, the Hungarian returned the kiss just as passionately, though her brain clicked when his tongue escaped into her mouth. Her eyelids shot open immediately, exposing her rather fearful green eyes, and her sane self slowly came back to her.
"Mathias," she choked out as if to warn him of his intense desires, pushing him away from her and attempting to take a few steps back. Elizaveta didn't want them to be doing this - no, not now. It felt wrong. But something asked her a question that left her pondering: why are you resisting the man you want to be with? She couldn't find the answer to that question - she seemed to know, but at the same time, she didn't. What is it...?
Mathias without doubt was happy beyond belief as the Hun returned his gesture, but as she broke off, something she had done so many times now, he felt that happiness diminish. Though she was pushing him away, he absolutely had no intention of letting her get her way this time. His lips curved into a frown as he stared into her eyes, noticing the fear and nervousness presented in them. At the same time, he couldn't help but feel slightly angry that she was pushing him away, and found himself to be right in front of her with her legs now pushed against the foot of her bed.
"What?" He spoke quietly, though there was a slight edge to it. "Are you telling me that you're still not comfortable being with me, like this?" His hands took a hold of her wrists, leaning in as he once again breathed onto her lips. "Elizaveta, I can't stand it anymore." He murmured, his lust evident. "I want you in ways you can't imagine. So why are you holding back now?"
Hearing his voice like that tore Elizaveta apart - he had asked the same thing the voice in her head did, and again, she couldn't find herself to answer it. She wanted to satisfy him, let alone herself. Of course I'm comfortable being with you, she desperately hoped to say, finding it rather surprising he questioned her about that in the first place, yet couldn't.
Her eyes had shut as she felt his breath warming her face, forcing herself to bend to Mathias's will (though struggling), and whispered back to him, "I don't know." She wished that she could have said something better, feeling as if she wouldn't pass with those simple three words. But her inner voice seemed to hear her reply and offered her a solution that stunned her.
It's Roderich, isn't it?
A realization hit her. She had come upon this situation before. It was him - it was Roderich that was holding her back. She had been so loyal to him that she had been taught not to ruin her image in front of others, learning and adopting his proper and mannerly demeanor not just when she was around him but also when she was alone, with others. Doing something that seemed so sinful made it seem like she was going to betray Roderich.
But she wasn't with him anymore, now was she?
Elizaveta was as free as any other nation - she could do whatever she wanted and she didn't have to listen to anyone else if she didn't so desire. Besides, she had Mathias now, who seemed to display dedication to her more than Roderich did; their relationship wasn't a political one, like hers and Roderich's marriage had been. They had surely fallen for each other for other reasons, which caused the Hun to confidently tell herself, Screw Roderich.
A smirk appeared on her face, and Elizaveta's eyes opened only slightly to leave them narrow. "No, nevermind, take that back," she murmured, taking her response in a different direction. Her head leaned in, leaving only a centimeter of space between their lips, and she continued, her voice seductive and eyes encouraging the Dane, "I want you as much as you want me." She dove into yet another vicious kiss with him, her hands wrapping around Mathias's body and yanking at the back of his shirt, and never felt so happy to disregard all the concerns she once had.
I don't know. The Dane had narrowed his eyes. I hate that answer. He was about to retort, but could almost feel this internal struggle that the Hun was going through, and instead waited, his eyes locked onto her face, not even slightly loosening his grip on her, but stood silently. He had to struggle not to say or do anything, and just about lost it when he saw Elizaveta open her eyes and the smirk which changed her expression.
He eyed her lips before looking back into her eyes, and as she murmured his bitter thoughts disappeared as his lips reflected her smirk, which widened against her lips as she locked him into yet another kiss, even more vicious and passionate than the one they shared only moments earlier. His own hands moved to her waist before slowly trailing down to her thighs, and then back up again under her dress. The Viking pushed a bit forward which caused both to topple onto the Hungarian's bed, though without breaking the kiss, his hands again traveling up her body, enjoying the smooth feel of her skin. Never had he been so happy to be with another in a moment like this.
Elizaveta felt Mathias's weight on her and fell backwards onto her bed, her flexibility allowing her to bend that far down without suffering from pain. She was glad that he didn't break off their kiss, as she had begun to lick his lips and sneaked her tongue into his mouth like he had done to her earlier, and her hands searched for the end of his shirt to drift beneath, rubbing his body affectionately. A pleasant shiver flew down from head to toe as the Dane's hands caressed her skin, but then she noticed something else - he was topping her. The smirk on her lips widened as well, and Elizaveta thought, That will change soon.
Mathias shuddered as the Hun toyed with his mouth, and fought her tongue back with his. His blood began to rush and he snickered deeply as he felt her hands sneak under his shirt, his own quickly moving to remove her dress, the cloth sliding off her skin, and discarded it to the side. The Viking pushed his lower body against hers, a hand running through and pulling at her hair as he continued the kiss, his tongue now finding itself far inside her mouth.
Elizaveta felt an outside force fight back against her tongue, startled at first, though she didn't give in so easily - after all, her power didn't reside in just in her legs in arms, but everywhere else too. Though she had not yet run out of breath and wasn't intimidated by how far his tongue had traveled, the Hungarian released their kiss to begin unbuttoning Mathias's shirt with her teeth in return for stripping off her dress, finding it more fun to remove the article of clothing without the use of her hands, which had slid off from his body and rested on her bed. She then placed a gentle kiss onto the Dane's neck and collarbone before slipping the first button out of its slit, murmuring against his skin, "I'm wondering if I should make this difficult for you..."
Mathias allowed his breath to be regained as their mouths parted, his eyes darkened as they opened to look down at her, smirking as she began to remove his shirt, entertained by the fact that she was using her teeth. He released another low snicker, his eyes going down towards her chest. "Make it difficult for me? Whatever do you mean by that?" One of the Viking's hands slipped down to her breasts, toying with them as he shifted slightly to make it easier for Elizaveta to reach the buttons on his shirt. His hand then moved to slip under her, reaching for the hooks of her bra and fumbled with it until he managed to succeed, and pulled it off, adding it to where he threw the dress.
Elizaveta, not used to being so exposed to other nations, instinctively pressed her upper body against his, which prevented her from removing any other buttons on his shirt past the second one. She let out a low but calm moan as his hands massaged her breasts, lying still for a moment before her own hands decided to move, one again covering his eyes and the other shifting across the bed and under her pillow.
"Don't play dumb with me, Mathias," she replied, grinning. Elizaveta explained her words to him anyways. "I was saying that I should make it hard for you to get what you want, because, after all..." The hand hidden under her pillow withdrew with a pistol in its possession, which slowly made way to Mathias's neck, the end of the weapon softly pressing against his skin as it clicked quietly. "...I had said that it wasn't much fun if things weren't challenging."
Mathias grinned at her moan, though his lips curved into a frown as his eyes were once again covered. He shifted so that his hands were now pressed against the bed on either side of her, and scoffed lightly. "I'm-" He cut himself off as he felt cold metal against his skin. It caused a shiver to run down his spine, the click confirming his suspicions, and he stiffened. Of course. He was quiet for a moment, the barrel of the pistol seeming to taunt him. Yet he felt his blood rush once again as an ominous grin appeared on his face.
"You know I love a challenge." He growled lowly, and in fact pressed more against the gun so that if he stayed there long enough it would make a light mark on his skin. "But the thing is. . ." He brought one hand to his mouth, licking his fingers. He then masked the hand she had on the gun, before slowly tracing his fingers down her arm. He then slowly lowered his face closer to hers, whispering darkly. "You won't win."
Elizaveta's grin strengthened as she watched Mathias react to her gun, though the Hun widened her eyes in slight surprise when the Viking seemed to encourage the pistol against his neck. Her finger remained on the trigger for a moment longer, eyes staring at the gun's barrel until they closely watched Mathias's movements. She could feel her arm tingle from his wet fingertips, leaving streaks of cold, thin layers of saliva on her skin; Elizaveta chuckled deeply from his determination and lowered her arm with the gun, setting it on her bed and protecting it with a hand.
"Oh?" she questioned, gazing at his mouth before shifting her head down to his neck, her mouth coming into contact where the gun had been before as if replacing it. Elizaveta lightly bit him there before continuing, "Well, I hope you know you'll win only because I let you, not because I can't win myself."
Mathias hid his relief when the pistol left contact with his skin. His eyes still covered, he could hear her shifting, and soon felt her warm breath against his neck, replacing the feeling of the cold metal that had been present only moments before. He inhaled sharply as she bit him, then slowly exhaled, his body overall relaxing. "I never said you couldn't. . .just that you won't." The Viking disliked having his eyes covered, but knew how to deal with it. His hand slid down her arm and to the hand that covered the pistol. "And sorry, but that needs to be confiscated." He managed to force his hand under hers and grabbed the gun.
Turning the tables, he brought the barrel of the gun at her stomach before slowly tracing it up to in between her breasts. "I have to admit, that was quite the move." He snickered lowly, then tossed the gun off of the bed, forcing his head down towards her chest. "Trying to cover my eyes won't help any, dear." His tongue began to toy with one of her breasts as his lower body began to rub against hers. Won't help at all.
"...Right," she murmured, half heartedly agreeing with him. Elizaveta sighed and again watched Mathias take the gun away from her, yet tensed up as the barrel of the gun pointed down at her stomach. Remaining calm though beginning to breathe irregularly, she carefully kept her eyes on the weapon and let some air escape from her mouth once it was tossed aside. Her arm shifted accordingly to the Dane's movements, still covering his eyes, until she felt his lower body tease hers in which her hands returned to his torso while she groaned. Elizaveta's head fell back to the bed.
"You know that I wouldn't shoot you anyways." The Hun suddenly sent her strength to her arms and legs, allowing her to roll to her left and forcefully shove Mathias down on the bed, her body hovering over his and legs on either side of him as she finished unbuttoning his shirt, planting kisses onto his stomach and chest soon afterwards. "But I wouldn't let you top me."
Glad to have his sight again, he smirked as his eyes laid on the Hungarian as she groaned, his own breath coming in a faster rate. He chuckled quietly, responding to her statement. "I know that-" Again, he was cut off as he felt his body being forced off and down on the bed. The next thing he knew Elizaveta was on top of him, looking quite smug. The Dane leaned his head back as she pleased herself, enjoying the feel of her soft lips on his now quivering skin. Mathias let out a slow exhale. "Doesn't mean I can't." He then shifted his head to look at her, smirking once again, eyes narrowed. "But I wonder if you can even do a decent job at topping."
Elizaveta chuckled as well, raising her head slightly and stopping herself from kissing his body to reply to him. "That's going to be your universal answer to everything, isn't it?" Her eyes met with his as she laid out her hands on his body, stroking the muscles the creases formed. "I guess it can't be helped because it's true. And as for doing a decent job at it..." Her fingers trailed down to the rim of his pants, loosing eye contact with Mathias as her eyes followed her hands, and began to slowly and gently massage his weak spot. A smirk took over Elizaveta's face while she murmured quietly and seductively, "That's for you to find out."
"It is." He snickered, but it faded as he felt her fingers trail down his body and he no longer found himself to be looking into her eyes. Mathias watched her, but ended up dropping his head back and struggled to resist groaning from her teasing, though failed to do so. His breathing rate again picked up, a slight tint of red discoloring his cheeks. ". . .I guess I will." He managed to get out, his voice low, and he arched his body slightly as he pushed his crotch more against her hands, encouraging the Hun. "...So far, you're doing a half-decent job."
Elizaveta exhaled as the sound of his groan rang through her ears; she hadn't heard something so pleasant in such a long while. She kept watch for Mathias's reactions, and never had wanted so much in her life to stop what she was doing to grab her camera and steal a picture of the Dane in such a state. Witnessing it is good enough, Elizaveta guessed, knowing that ruining the moment would drive Mathias insane.
Her own blood finally began to rush when Mathias pushed back against her hands, and gladly increased the power of her massaging but only by a slight bit. "Half-decent only because I've just started." Elizaveta wouldn't get carried away with this without teasing the other first - things are better that way, after all. Breathing gradually becoming heavier, Elizaveta again used her teeth to undo his pants, taking her time to undress Mathias.
Mathias chuckled quietly, though that quickly changed to yet another groan escaping his lips as she continued to toy with him. Fuck. The Dane shifted slightly, though immediately stiffened and held his breath as he felt the warmth of her breath as she undid his pants, his length begging for release as his breathing became heavier. He knew she was purposely being slow, and it was irritating the hell out of him as his impatience grew. Mathias's fingers dug into the bedsheets, his legs slightly twitching from the Hungarian's movements, and finally replied to her statement. "First impressions are everything."
"We'll see about that," Elizaveta challenged him, and shifted around to make it easier for her to yank off his pants before kicking them off of his legs with her feet. She bent lowly back down to audibly huff at his length that was only protected by his boxers, hands now holding down his fidgeting legs, then moved her body up to meet the Viking face to face, her hair dangling and tickling the sides of his face and chest. "Impressions can change, my Viking." One of her legs slid up between Mathias's legs and rubbed up against his crotch, replacing her hands and further teasing the Dane as her hands traversed from his legs to the sides of his body to caress them.
Mathias grit his teeth as he felt once again the flood of warmth on his protruding length, causing him to arch his back, though found himself to once again be looking into the deep green eyes of the Hun. His eyes narrowed, and he opened his mouth to respond, but instead found a low moan releasing instead as he felt her knee rubbing up and down his length. The Viking huffed, bringing his own hands to her waist. "M-maybe they can." His breathing had gotten heavier, making it more difficult to speak, and slid his hands up her body to again toy with her breasts, massaging them as he shifted his head to slowly lick up her cheek before murmuring: "But it isn't changing yet."
Elizaveta let out a longer moan as Mathias's hands returned to her breasts, as if in exchange for receiving a noise from the Dane himself. A purr rolled in her throat before she chuckled once again, setting her leg outside his to brush her crotch up against his. "Again, we'll see," she responded lowly, then licked up his neck while her hands came back down to the edge of his boxers to remove them and expose his lower body. She wasn't driven by impatience yet - even if it was tempting to speed up the pace, Elizaveta managed to maintain her composure, her heart thumping against her chest only two notches higher than it should be.
Her moan only excited the Dane more, and he growled deeply in response to her vibrating throat. Mathias managed to refrain from groaning this time as she continued to tease him, and he felt another chill run through his body as he became fully exposed and he felt the trace of saliva on his neck. Her smooth skin rubbed along his own, and slid his hands down her body again, fingers now entwining with the band on her panties. "We'll see." With that, he pulled them off, leaving both of them in the nude. The Viking looked at her lustfully, hungrily, and taking advantage suddenly grabbed a hold of her and tossed her to the side, making quick to pounce on her, like a lion on its prey. "But you're going a little slow for my liking." He snickered, and bent down to bite harshly at her neck.
Mathias's touches around her underwear only nerved her, unusually causing her blood to shoot up in flow and her body to shudder. Her eyes had closed, and didn't expect to be overturned so soon, snapping her eyes open again to become aware of her position and surroundings. Again, he was topping her, and Elizaveta frowned slightly - but before she could snicker back at his words, the Hun yowled in some pain but much delight, her hands stiffening from his bite. It was then that she realized how vulnerable her body felt but at the same time how much she wanted Mathias, the only source of warmth coming only from where he physically contacted her, leaving her skin open to the cold air in her home and her body needing to be pacified of her sexual desires; she panted steadily, one hand tearing at his blonde hair and the other quietly making way to grope his hind, encouraging his lower body to move down. Her eyes narrowed and gazed darkly at the Viking as Elizaveta groaned out, keeping her mischievous tone in tact, "Then why don't you keep enlivening things up?"
Her yowl was a pleasure to hear, his eyes further darkening as he slightly moved away from her neck, stifling a groan from feeling her fingers pulling at his hair. The chill of the room was also getting to him, causing him to press up against the Hun for warmth, and as he felt her hand slide to his hind, he widely smirked, again enjoying her groaning. He shifted his head to bring his lips next to her ear, and whispered with an obvious ring of ominous boding. "Oh, don't worry, I will." The Viking allowed himself to loose control and let go of any inhibitions, and rubbed his length against her now wet vulva while biting at her ear. Unable to resist any longer, he brought his hand down and rubbed her clitoris, further teasing and exciting her.
Elizaveta sharply gasped, an uncontrollable force stimulating her to nuzzle her face into his, her eyes closing and her lips urgently searching for his until she managed to contact them, greedily, longingly, and intensely kissing him, though lacking some accuracy in making their mouths fully against each other; she moaned for an extended length of time, her legs spreading apart as his hands galvanized her hormones and her own body arched upward, craving for more. Her hands squeezed at his hind once more in an effort to get Mathias down on and in her, while her legs shifted around uneasily, hoping that Mathias would read her thoughts and do what she wanted him to.
The Dane attempted to shift his head so that their lips could properly meet, engaging in the passionate kiss with full gusto, and feeling her hand once again, he snickered in the back of his throat. Her moan, high in pitch, and her body which now pressed up against him more than before, added together with her legs now fully leaving her open-without a second thought, Mathias removed his fingers and pushed his length into her, the new flood of warmth and wetness causing his blood to rush more than before. A small groan escaped from his mouth before he slowly continued to push into her, reaching a high as waves of pleasure ran through his body.
As she had rather desperately yearned for, Elizaveta felt Mathias enter her, letting out an accompanied, content but high moan against his lips, also quickly achieving her peak as she herself started pressing her lower body against his crotch more. Her hands moved from his hind to his back, arms tight around his broad body while she aggressively continued the dancing movement of her mouth with his. The Hun's groan earlier, in addition to their position, caused her to pant heavily and quite audibly for air, sipping in oxygen wherever she could in the middle of their kiss. Elizaveta wasn't ready to release his mouth just to recover her breath - in fact, she somehow enjoyed the struggle of multitasking to satisfy her needs.
Realizing that the Hun was viciously keeping hold of the kiss, the Viking invaded her mouth with his tongue as he completely pushed his length deep into her, releasing a loud groan into her mouth. He also took advantage of any moment that he could regain some breath, allowing it to flow in and out of his mouth as their lips and tongues battled each other. He managed to growl in the back of his throat before beginning to thrust his length in her, slowly at first but gathering speed quickly as he deeply penetrated the Hun, his hand now running through and pulling at her thick, long hair, comforted by her own arms wrapped around him, as tightly as they were. He felt beads of sweat begin to form on his skin, his body temperature rising considerably as he continued to work his way inside Elizaveta.
As Mathias's tongue slithered back into her mouth, Elizaveta gagged slightly, unexpectedly losing more air and gaping open her mouth a bit more without purposely breaking off their kiss to allow oxygen to refill her lungs. But after each proceeding thrust, her mouth eventually ripped away from his to drink relatively large amounts of air as taking in tiny streams of it no longer proved to be efficient for her. Her lust was great enough that she had easily reached her climax in just seconds - a climax that seemed too easy to get, but one that she thought she would never have.
A/N:
...whistle and walk away