Hey! Sorry it took me so long to update, but here's the next chapter! Enjoy!
~ Ren
DISCLAIMER: Don't own. Comprende?
It was a bad day. Hell, bad day was sort of an understatement. Alice had just had a horrible day. Nothing seemed to be going right, and she was hating every minute of it. First she had gone to work only to find out that she was early and she didn't have to have the key. Then, when everyone did get there, she had passed outside her Boss' office to hear the national anthem. Needless to say, her curiosity was piqued. England had cautiously peeked inside to see her boss sitting with his legs opened, staring at a picture of her with the Union Jack in the backdrop, and humming the anthem as he moved his hand along his dick. She wasn't pleased. And then she had gone to work only to be pestered incessantly by Alfred's texts asking when she was coming home every two minutes. And now that she was home, there wasn't anyone there. The nation sighed, stretching and shedding her blazer and carefully hanging it up.
"Where are you, you bloody git?" she mumbled to herself, kicking off her boots and taking the stockings off with them. She had just started unbuttoning her shirt when she felt familiar hands cover her own and a husky voice in hr ear.
"Allow me."
"Where were you hiding?"
Alfred chuckled, his breath warm on her ear, as well as his body behind her, as he slowly unbuttoned her shirt.
"I wasn't hiding…Okay, I was hiding," he said, pausing on the fourth button and running his fingers over the exposed skin. The woman in his arms wriggled, trying to turn around. He didn't let her. The blond finished unbuttoning her t-shirt, carefully taking it off her shoulders and letting her turn around. The expression on her face was hilarious. The American man was dressed in a british police uniform. Namely, skin tight dark, dark blue pants, a white shirt with a dark blue vest on top and on his head perched a police cap with a distinct red and white checkered band. He'd added his own black gloves to the uniform too. Needless to say, Alice was practically ready to jump him. Unfortunately for her, Alfred had decided that moment to snap cuffs on her hands. There was a second of silence and then she looked up to find two blue eyes filled with lust and amusement.
"Alfred? What is the meaning of this?" she growled out slowly. The man grinned, his hat shadowing his eyes alluringly as he moved away from her.
"Well Miss, I do recall rather clearly that you were physically violent with a fellow officer," he said, dodging her bound fists as she tried to strike at him. The female growled, approaching the other nation and trying to wriggle her wrists out of the cuffs.
"Alfred Freedom Jones, unhand me this instant or so help me-"
She was abruptly cut off as she was tossed onto the bed, yelping as the bounce jarred her. Alfred chuckled, straightening his hat and grinning, watching as she struggled to sit up.
"Well, Ma'am, you just tried physical violence again. You do realize that we have all the more reason to have you under arrest, right?"
Alice was not amused. She growled and attempted to swing at him again, scowling when he caught her bound wrists in one hand and smirked.
"You have the right to remain silent. If I were you, I'd be making full use of that right."
"Well you aren't me. Leave my wrists."
"Anything you say can and will be used against you."
Alice gave up on trying to make him leave her wrists and opted for a different approach.
"Will it?" she purred, slowly advancing on the slightly dazed male. She smirked mentally, but externally she lowered her eyelids and twitted her lips into a slight pout, stretching her arms just a bit and making herself appear even more delicate and appealing. Not that she had to work hard on it. Anyways, Alfred twitched before abruptly realizing what she was doing and shoved her towards the bed. Alice tumbled onto the bed, blinking in surprise. She was lying on her stomach. After a bit of struggling, she managed to get on her knees, holding herself up by her elbows, she turned around…
And rather suddenly realized her positioning. America smirked at her, gripping her thighs in case she tried to flatten herself. And try she did. But unfortunately nothing came of it. The American could be strong when he wanted to. And he was certainly using his strength to his advantage right now. He moved her slightly, moving to tower over her, and reached across her to pull open a drawer. England shuddered from the brush of his stomach across her back and chewed her lip a bit.
"I see you're deciding to play by the rules," mused America, pulling out a little bottle. The Englishwoman turned her head to study the bottle, but unfortunately the American had removed it from her line of sight.
"I'm not playing by any rules. let me go, bloody wanker!" she growled, renewing her struggles. Her strength wasn't really helping right now, especially when she was feeling horny because his hand was oh-so-close to where she wanted it to be. Before she could make any noise, however, there was a pop as the bottle opened and a delicious smell of vanilla filled the air. Alice froze, taking a deep breath and frowning slightly as she tried to wonder what it was. Lube maybe? But I'm wet already and there's no need for that… Whatever she might have want to said cut off as Alfred's hand vanished for a second. There was a noise of squirting water and then a sloppy rubbing before one of her lover's hands moved to her breast. His voice returned to her ear too.
"Hmmm, you seem quite tense. Worried about what I'll do to you?" he teased, the hand grabbing her breast and giving it a squeeze. It was slick with something that burst into heat and tingles as soon as he rubbed it across her skin.
Alice arched back in surprise, letting a low moan slip out of her mouth as the tingles intensified and made her breast feel on fire. The good and tingly and oh-so-pleasurable fire.
"What is that?" she asked, twitching as he pinched her nipple between his slick fingers. There was a chuckle in her ear and then she was flipped around so she was on her back and staring up into lusty blue eyes.
"A secret," was her only reply before the hands slowly and smoothly worked at her chest, loosening her muscles. The female nation let out another unintentional moan, arching towards the hands and writhing a bit, managing a glare.
"Git."
"Ah-ah. Should I remind you, Miss. Kirkland, that you are under arrest? Stay still, or I will be forced to use less satisfactory measures to ensure that you listen," breathed Alfred into her ear. In all honesty, Alice had sit up as soon as she had heard the official tone. So different from his usual one. She rbiefly wondered if he had scripted this and menorized it or somethign. There was no way she'd believe that he could actually remember those words.
"So you learned some big words, goody," she said sarcastically, breaking off into another moan as he kneaded both breasts before retracting his hands. He squirtd some more of that stuff on and gently turned her around again, calmly releasing the tension from her back.
"Miss. Kirkland. I assure you that you will not be treated gently if you speak back once more," he said firmly, squeezing her ass and turning her back on her back to move to her stomach. The woman pouted then growled when his hands had to move away again. The fiery sensation all over her breasts wanted to make her scream, and the lack of hands just added to her dissatisfaction.
"You expect me to just belt up and take it? I'd like to see you try," she sneered. America turned to look her in the eyes, a glint in his eyes as he took off his cap and tossed it away. He flexed his fingers and gave her a smirk.
"Yes Ma'am."
That was all the warning she got before he gently brushed down her body and slowly, very slowly, brushed her folds. Alice jerked back, moaning as she felt little tingles start all along her body, suddenly making her all the more aware of the various tingles already going through her. A tremor shook her body and then she let out a series of moans, writhing against the fingers that had started to explore her folds, coating each of them in the tingly fluid and then finally, finally, coated her clitoris. The reaction was instant.
Alice screamed and arched off the bed, try desperately to find something to rub against. The pleasure was increasing and as good as it felt, she knew something inside of her would be better. But her sadistic boyfriend was imply watching her, gripping her hips down and staring at her beauty.
"You look so hot. So beautiful covered in sweat like that. I know what you're thinking. You probably want me in you, don't you you little slut? You want my hard cock thrusting inside you. You want me pounding you into the mattress, pounding so hard and just at the right angle. Hitting your G-spot. Moaning…" Alfred continued his dirty nothings, watching with lust as hi lover let out an ear splitting shriek as she came, her walls trying to milk the absent cock. Just looking at her like that had America noticing his own problem. He ignored himself, carefully watching as she came down from her high, a tear making its way down the side of her head. He wiped it away, knowing that it was simply the lack of control that had the tear come out. He found himself chuckling a bit as the island nation started writhing again.
"Damn those tingles," she growled softly, the tingling inside her making her wet all over again. Alfred smirked, rough shoving two fingers inside her and coating the oil on her walls. Alice started trembling, feeling the pressure return and get read to overwhelm her. She desperately rocked against the fingers, trying to ease some of the pressure. But a hand gripped her hip, making her stop. The woman let out a whine, tring to get rid of the hand.
"Now, now. None of that. You're going to take it however I give it to you," he said darkly, moving the fingers out and hen back in. Pumping them rather fast. Soon he had the nation moaning and rocking again his hand again as he pumped the fingers. The second orgasm didn't take long to achieve. Alice was writhing and babbling incomprehensible words again, groaning and trying to satisfy the need within herself. But Alfred didn't let any of that happen until she said something about it.
"Alfred- ohgodsyes- A-Alfred…you're going to-"
"It's Officer Jones to you," he growled.
"Oh! Oh Officer J-Joooooooones!" she moaned, arching her back at a spectacular angle that reminded the younger blond of just what was going on inside his pants. He finally let a whimper leave his lips, leaning down to kiss his lover. She complied easily, opening hr mouth and letting her whimpers and moans tumble into his mouth. America groaned, quickly shoving his shirt and then pants off, hurriedly lining up with her entrance and then thrusting in. They both let out cries of pleasure, the only thing that was a bit wrong was the fact that Alfred had totally forgot about the oil coating her insides. It just made him feel like he was in a furnace, he heat was unbearable but so inviting a the same time. And the tingles that had been bursting in her body transferred to his erection too. The whole experience felt hotter than it should have, beautiful and just so lust filled. Alfred let his head hang, whimpering as her muscles still clenched around him form her second orgasm and she let out a scream of satisfaction at being filled. He started a relentless pace, thrusting into her are and fast and finally letting his noises out. Alice writhed under him, her hair spread around her and face contorted with pleasure.
Alfred reached down, panting harshly and moaning out Alice's name as he clumsily brushed a still oily finger over her clit. The woman threw her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream as her walls hesitated. She was sell for a heartbeat and then her voice pierced through the air and she clamped down on him harder and hotter than before. Alfred gave up any semblance of control he had and started thrusting wildly, letting a groan out as he released into her.
"Aliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiicccceeeee," he groaned, slumping wearily on top of his lover.
England twitched, her body still shaking from the aftershocks o the powerful orgasm and the tingles still tickling her.
"Oh…" she whimpered, her eyes closed and chest heaving for breath. Alfred wearily slipped out of her and tumbled to her side, releasing her wrists and bringing them down to brush them against his lips.
"You okay?" he asked quietly. Britain's lips twitched into a smile and she looked over at her boyfriend and smirked.
"Oh yes, Officer Jones."
America groaned and fell back. Oh how he hated those refectory periods.
Well, sorry for the delay but what do you think? Reviews, eh?
~Ren
