Meh. I wouldn't mind doing requests for you guys. So anyways... Second request for Nikki because she asked for it. And because I just adore England. This is based on one of our Role-plays. sorry for any OOCness. And thanks to ThePuppyluv24 for favoriting.
Looking at the stacks of paperwork that sloppily adorned the surface of the table in front of her, Elizabeth sighed softly.
'These meetings are so pointless,' the province thought, 'We never get anything worthwhile accomplished. So why do I continue to come here? I should just leave. If there's anything ground-breaking that happens, I'm sure Mattie will tell me about it.'
Elizabeth ran a hand through her ash-blonde hair. Grey eyes sending a stormy glare over the other unnoticing states, provinces, and nations. The meeting room was noisy with the bickering of nations as they talked over alliances and treaties. The chatter was the perfect cover for Elizabeth to sneak out and ditch the conference. She'd done it enough times, anyways. Once she was out of the meeting, the blonde headed straight for the roof top.
"Ah... alone at last," Elizabeth smiled to herself, while pulling out a cigarette from the pack she hid in her bra and lighting it. She took one long drag from it before leaning against the railing on the roof. By the time Elizabeth decided that she was bored with smoking on the rooftop, she had but three cigarettes left in her pack. "Damn," the ash-blonde cursed, "There goes my week's worth of smokes." She could almost hear the lecture that she was going to get from her brother, Andrew, for ditching the conference to take a smoke break. The grey-eyed blonde rolled her eyes at the thought, lighting another cigarette in the process.
"You know those things can cause cancer, right, love," Elizabeth looked over her shoulder at Arthur, who was standing by the door to the roof.
"Yeah, but does it look like I care?" Elizabeth chuckled, slightly irritated by Arthur's sudden appearance. "So what brings you up here? Finally get tired a trying to strangle Francis?"
Arthur rolled his green eyes and strode over to where Elizabeth was leaning against the rail and held his hand out. "Alright, love, hand them over." Arthur said, gesturing toward the unfinished cigarette in Elizabeth's hand. "You promised your brother that you'd quit."
Elizabeth just smiled, her stormy grey orbs clouding with lust that dripped into the words of her next sentence, "If you can find them, you can keep them. The ash-blonde winked at the Brit and then sauntered back toward the building, casually putting out the cigarette out on the sole of her shoe. Let's just say, Elizabeth had never seen Arthur's cheeks tinted as brightly as they were now.
"E-Elizabeth! That is a highly inappropriate suggestion right now!" The bushy-browed Brit said, obviously flustered by the actions of the British Columbian in front of him. This caused another devious smile to turn up Elizabeth's lips.
"Awww, is wittle Bwitain afwaid of mixing business with pleasure?" The ash-blonde teased.
"Afraid?!" Arthur scoffed as he strolled over to Elizabeth, "I'm not the one who should be afraid, love; and I'm nowhere near little, Sweetheart." The green-eyed blonde whispered into Elizabeth's ear before leaning into nibble on it lightly, leaving Elizabeth to gasp at both the sensation and Arthur's sudden boldness.
"W-What do you me- Ah!" the ash-blonde moaned as the Brit kissed down her neck. It didn't take Arthur long to find the sweet spot in the junction between Elizabeth's neck and shoulder, and before long, the grey-eyed girl was a gasping wreck beneath him; blush tinted Elizabeth's cheeks to a rosy shade of red, grey eyes hazed over by pleasure. Arthur had to admit that he was turned on seeing the young province like that; and it was all because of him.
Arthur pulled at the tie around Elizabeth's neck, loosening it and undoing the first few buttons in the process. The Brit ravished the newly revealed skin with light kisses before moving back up to the ash-blonde's face. Now, Elizabeth was pinned between Arthur and rooftop of the building. If it was possible, Elizabeth's face was surely turning redder due to the position that she now found herself in.
"Lizzy," She heard Arthur ask dominantly, seductively, darkly, "do you want me to show you what I meant?" A quick nod from the ash-blonde was all the confirmation the Brit needed before he kissed her roughly, not at all bothering to ask permission before shoving his tounge in her mouth. They fought for dominance, which Elizabeth lost, and soon Arthur's tounge was exploring every inch of the moist cavern.
As the two swapped spit, Arthur's hands worked on ridding Elizabeth of her shirt and bra. Elizabeth turned her head to the side to hide her blush of embarrassment. Her breasts weren't really big, unlike the other female provinces in her family- in fact, Elizabeth looked almost flat-chested in comparison to her older sisters Manitoba and New Brunswick.
Arthur saw her reaction and chuckle lightly, "Oh, come now, Love. Don't be like that," Arthur tossed the bra away to another corner of the roof. "I think you look perfect."
"R-really," the ash-blonde felt her heart flutter against her bare chest and a soft smile found its way to her lips. Elizabeth snaked her arms around Arthur's neck and pulled him down for a kiss as the door to the roof burst open.
"Hey, Lizzy, are you-" Alfred stood before the province and nation, his eyes glued to the scene before him like a horrible car wreck that he just couldn't seem to look away from. "Hey, Ontario! You owe me a hundred bucks!" the nation called as he quickly slammed the door shut.
Elizabeth buried her face in Arthur's chest. "Maybe we should get back to the meeting," The ash-blonde said, peeking up at the Brit.
"I suppose you're right," Arthur sighed, running a hand through his messy hair, "But one more thing before we head back, love," The bushy-browed Brit leaned forward to capture Elizabeth's lips in a kiss, "Would you like to join me for tea later, my dear?"
"Of course," the British Colombian smiled back. Somehow, Elizabeth didn't think that they would be drinking any tea though.
/ Yeah... so... is it ok that I almost wrote a Lemon but then whimped out at the last second? I dodged the smut again. Phew... It was hard to do though. I really need to grow a pair and stop chickening out on the smut. anyways don't be afraid to R&R please. I won't bite... hard. LOL I'm just joking with y'all. But no seriously guys don't be afraid to request anything either. Just don't be rude about it, cause nobody likes a rude person, you know.