Svana (swan-like) Bondevik

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"Here," he said and handed her something.

She took it and looked at it before her eyes widened. "A… plane ticket… to Japan?" she asked and blinked back up at him.

He nodded and looked away as he blushed. "Yeah, there's a world conference in a week," he said and paused before shifting uncomfortably. "I want you to come with me this time."

She stood there a moment and watched him. Then, she carefully placed the ticket on the table. She went toward him and hugged him, burying her face in the crook of his neck. He smelled nice, like warmth and something unidentifiably sweet. "Thank you, Iceland," she said quietly.

She felt hesitant arms wrap around her and pull her close. He always held her the same way, he held her as if he never wanted to let her go. She loved this about him; well, it was one of the many things she loved about him. Despite how amazingly shy he was (and a little tsundere), his feelings for her showed through little things some people would overlook.

Aside from the way he held her, she really liked the way he stared at her. Most people would find staring rude, and even creepy, but she couldn't help but appreciate it because of the way he looked at her. She had caught him a couple of times (though she was sure there were times she didn't). He would stare at her for a long time, not realizing she had caught him, but he would look almost, dare she say it, mesmerized by her. She couldn't help but feel special because even after two years of a relationship (having known each other for three) she could still captivate him so.

He was surprisingly shy, though he tended to cover it up, especially when with Norway and Denmark. Or when he did something sweet for her like he was doing now. He was rather quiet too, and so whenever she decided she wanted to snuggle with him or tug on him so he would snuggle with her, he wouldn't complain. He said he only did it because she liked it when he did so, but she knew he liked it too. Why else would he cuddle her more in his sleep? Oh, that was another thing she liked. Ever since they began sharing a bed, they would always wake up and be having some form of physical contact. She liked it best because they both did it unconsciously as they were both asleep. The first time it happened, she had woken up to him having an arm around her waist and his face pressed lightly to the back of her neck. She remembered that when she'd woken up, he had stirred and nuzzled her neck before settling down again. Of course, when he woke up and realized in just what position they were in, he'd turned ten shades of red. She'd shushed his incoherent words with a kiss good morning and told him it was okay.

Kissing. She really did like kissing him. However, although he wasn't unwilling (she never kissed him on the lips in public after all), the only kiss he had ever initiated was their first kiss, when he had asked her to be his girlfriend. Apparently, he had been working up the courage to ask her for six months. He confessed that it would have taken him longer had he not thought that Norway was going to make a move first. So, he had asked her and he had kissed her. That was the only kiss he had initiated. Sure, sometimes he kissed her on the cheek, so maybe she was being unfair in saying he never did, but their make out sessions at least, were always initiated by her. She didn't mind this, because he was willing, but she thought it would be nice if he started them, even if it was only once in a while.

Of course, this meant they'd never made love. He wouldn't ever allow her to unbutton more than three buttons of his shirt, and she wouldn't allow him anymore than to undo the buttons of her shirt, but she didn't allow him to take it off. Of course, he'd only ever tried it twice without her prompting him. Sexual activities were restricted to pleasuring each other using their hands, and never truly taking their trousers or undergarments off. She had her reasons why; after all, the markings on her arms and on the side of her right leg would probably be a turn off to him. She felt that at least the markings on her arms had some kind of meaning, but because she couldn't recall her past, she had no idea if she was right. And on the topic of Iceland, she attributed his hesitance in taking things further because he was really shy. She tried bringing it up once, but she clearly saw he wasn't ready to talk about it. She hadn't brought it up again, and was willing to wait. It didn't matter how long.

Her thoughts were broken when Iceland spoke quietly. "It was Norway's idea," he mumbled and when she pulled back to look at him, he was blushing noticeably.

There he was again, covering it up. It was kind of cute. "I see," she said and turned her head to look out the window. She assumed a faraway expression with a seductive smile on her features. "I suppose I should give Big Brother an appropriate thank you," she said in a low tone.

She felt his arms around her tighten and when she looked at him, he had the most adorable kicked puppy look on his face. "Y-you c-can't! I'm your b-b-boyfriend!" he exclaimed almost frantically before he continued saying, "He only said to do it because I told them I wanted to do something nice for you!"

Right when he said that, he blushed even darker, and before he could go on a rant to cover up what he had just said, she pressed her lips lightly against his. She smiled when she pulled away. "Thank you Iceland," she repeated. After a moment she added, "Well, I should still thank Big Brother for the idea. Hm, I think a hug and something sweet would do… but you sounded so protective Iceland… what did you think I meant?" Her tone was innocent as she looked at him with big eyes. She knew what he had thought because she had done that on purpose after all.

"W-what? I… I didn't… I mean, I thought that… you… but…" he wasn't quite sure what to say and he looked away from her.

She slid her hands from around his neck to his chest and when he looked at her, she was giving him an enticing look and a sultry smile. "You should know that that kind of thanks is reserved only for you, Emil," she said quietly as she pushed him lightly against the wall. She used his human name for emphasis, as she didn't use it very often. "And yes, I plan to thank you quite appropriately," she added in a whisper against his lips before she pressed them gently against his.

He immediately responded to the kiss as his hands pressed a little harder against the small of her back. She pulled back from the kiss only to dive in again a little less gently. She pried his lips open slowly with her tongue, and he immediately let her. He was malleable under her touch, no matter how slight. She took her time exploring his mouth, planes she was retracing as she had done many times before. The moistness and warmth of his mouth never ceased to engross her.

Her hands made quick work of the first three buttons of his shirt as she let her fingertips touch gently against the exposed skin. He gasped and she felt him shiver. She allowed one hand to slowly tangle in his soft hair before she left his mouth and traveled to his ear. "Iceland," she whispered breathlessly, "I want you to touch me."

He shivered and gave a quiet gasp again, adding a slight moan when she traced the shell of his ear with her tongue. He didn't reply verbally, but rather with his hands. Hesitantly, shyly, he ran them up her sides, stopping just below where the curve of her breasts began. She moaned in slight disappointment as he began his journey back down. To distract herself, she began sucking on his earlobe, earning her a delicious moan and shudder. His hands stopped at her hips. She decided to prompt him.

She ground her hips against his, pressing herself as close as she could to him. At the same time, she brushed her lips against his temple as she made her way down to his jaw. He let out a whine and the hands on her hips gripped her tightly, keeping her hips pressed against his. She began kissing his jaw, her hands moving down his body and over his clothes. She shifted and pressed a knee against his quickly growing arousal. He groaned and began panting quietly as his hands moved to the bottom of her shirt. He began undoing buttons slowly, slower still as he stopped every few moments to pant and tip his head back. His fingers would brush against her skin as he undid buttons. She was breathing hard. "Just like that love," she encouraged and she began kissing his neck, her hands on his inner thighs.

He gasped when her hand brushed against his arousal. She couldn't help it, she gave his neck a long lick as her hand slid up to his hip. He undid another button before he tilted his head back and his hips bucked involuntary. She licked and kissed his neck slowly as she pressed her knee a little more firmly against his hardness. He undid the last button and immediately fisted his hands on her shirt and gave a loud moan. His knees almost gave out, so she decided to move them. "Bed or couch, love?" she managed in one breath.

"…Couch…" he managed and he surprised her when he placed his hands on her waist and spun around and took a step back until he allowed himself to fall on the couch in a sitting position with her on top of him. She shifted so that she was straddling him. She ground her hips against his and he bucked against her. She began nipping lightly at his neck.

"Touch me, Iceland," she panted against his neck as she slid her hand down to tug at a belt loop.

He hesitantly slid his hands inside her shirt and brushed his fingertips against her waist. She shuddered at his touch. She knew that he knew she liked it when he touched her like this. He slid his hands up her sides. She shuddered and attacked his mouth. Just the feel of his warm hands on her skin was enough to make her moan. Then he trailed his fingers lightly down her sides and traced the edge of her pants, involuntarily, his hips bucked against hers. She broke the kiss and moaned his human name loudly.

He shuddered. "Svana…" he breathed.

That was it. She snapped. "I'm done playing, Iceland. I want you right now, Emil. I want you to moan my name" she said as she undid the button to his pants and pulled down the zipper. He bucked his hips and moaned, panting. She slid her hand down his pants and grasped his member through his boxers. "Moan for me, Emil," she said and stroked him once.

"A-ah! S-Svana…" he did moan and began panting, his hips bucking in time with her strokes. "W-want…" he trailed off.

She stopped and he whined. "What do you want, Emil?" she queried curiously, stroking once and stopping again. He squirmed, wanting her to continue her ministrations, but she didn't. He whined again. "Tell me what you want," she said softly against his collarbone.

His eyes were closed and he bit his lip before he replied. "P-please… t-t-touch… me…" he managed and his eyes shut tighter.

She blinked. She'd always done so, but… he'd never actually asked for it. She complied and slid her hand inside his boxers. "Your wish, my command, love," she said quietly and brushed her fingertips along the base of his member. He gasped and arched his back toward her. Her lips quirked before she grasped him and began pumping him slowly. His fingers hooked in her pants and pulled her close. It was harder to keep pace like this, but she didn't pull away, but kept the steady rhythm. She took him in a searing kiss. She began pumping him faster and her other hand tangled in his hair. He moaned into the kiss and gave a little whine when she swiped her tongue against his. The kiss became sloppy as she pumped him faster, occasionally swiping her thumb against his slit. She broke the kiss and began nipping his neck, her hand now slightly squeezing his member at the base as she pumped. Finally, Iceland threw his head back with a loud moan of her name as he spilled his seed on her hand and his boxers.

He slumped forward, his head falling to her shoulder. She pulled her hand out of his pants and began licking her hand clean. Gods, she wanted him so badly right now. "Was that all right?" she asked him and nipped his ear playfully. He gave a tired shudder and a nod. Without lifting his head, she felt his fingers, still hooked in her pants, slide to where the button was. He took his time in undoing it slowly and then pulling down her zipper. She shivered in anticipation. "Make me moan your name, love," she said quietly and allowing her eyes to close.

He didn't respond, but it was her turn to buck her hips when she felt one of his hands slide to her inner thigh over her pants, and the other hand teased the hem of her panties. She could feel the pads of his fingers so, so close and she wanted him to touch her now. "Emil… please… stop teasing…" she trailed off and squirmed.

Just as he was going to comply, the most horrible thing happened. There was a knock on the door. They both froze at the unexpected interruption. "Perhaps we… could ignore it…" Iceland said quietly, pressing his nose lightly to the juncture between her neck and shoulder. She felt his tongue dart out and taste her. She gasped quietly and bit her lip as his hand slid into her panties.

"E-Emil…" she whined and shut her eyes tighter.

Unfortunately, the knock came louder this time. Again, they paused. With all the willpower she could muster, she pulled away from him. "We should… answer that…" she managed and very obviously wanting to go against her own suggestion. She pulled his hand away from her with the utmost reluctance and managed to stand. She was very surprised when Iceland looked off to the side seeming angry and whispering vicious curses in his native tongue. Blinking big eyes at him her hands automatically did the zipper and button on her pants. "You should probably make yourself presentable, dear," she said quietly, stopping his rant.

"Right," he muttered and stood, zipping himself up and going to their room.

She raced to the sink and washed her hands as thoroughly as she could before she heard the third knock. Drying her hands quickly, she went to the door. "Coming!" she called before she opened the door. She blinked in surprise. The other Nordics were there smiling brightly. She couldn't help but smile back. "Come in," she said brightly. Once the door was closed she led them to the living room. She hugged Norway, who returned it. "It's been a while, Big Brother," she said and when they pulled away she was smiling at him.

His lips quirked and he ruffled her hair lightly. "It has," was all he said.

She greeted Denmark and Finland with an enthusiastic hug, and welcomed Sweden with a smile as he patted her head in greeting. "It's nice to see you all drop by," she said with a smile and invited them to sit. Iceland chose this time to enter the living room.

"What are you doing here?" he asked with an almost-glare.

"Come now Iceland, be nice," she chastised gently going to him and kissing his cheek. He didn't say anything, but allowed her to lead them to the recliner. He allowed her to sit in it and settled himself in the armrest. "Oh," she said catching their attention, "Iceland gave me a ticket and asked me to go with him to this upcoming World meeting," she said with a smile and then addressing Norway she added, "and he told me it was your idea. Thank you, Big Brother."

Norway sighed but Denmark answered. He addressed Iceland. "You actually told her it was Norway's idea?" he asked in slight disbelief.

"Well, it was," Iceland defended.

"Yes, but you aren't supposed to tell her that," he said with a shake of his head.

She smiled. "It's okay, really. He also told me it was because he wanted to do something nice for me. I'm just glad to be going. It gets a little lonely when I'm by myself," she said and her smile turned sheepish.

"Ah, we're so happy you're coming along," Finland said with a smile.

The conversation continued this way for a while.

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After a while they left. True to her word, she ended up giving Norway sweets she'd made and a hug in thanks, though she ended up distributing sweets in baggies for the other Nordics to take home with them. And why not? She had made a little too many.

She and Iceland returned to the living room after having said goodbye to their guests. She stretched and stood facing her living with a small smile. "It was nice of them to come by," she said.

"I suppose," Iceland replied and this time she couldn't tell whether he really was glad or not.

After a moment, she felt him hug her from behind. She was a little surprised but then she smiled and leaned back toward him. She liked when he did this, it made her feel safe and warm. Kind of fuzzy on the inside. She wanted to stay like this a little longer, but she needed a shower. Though they had been interrupted in their activities and she had become distracted with attending to her guests, now that they were alone and Iceland was this close to her, it was beginning to make her a little needy. Of course, she could control herself well, but if she stayed there too long, she would end up pushing Iceland against the wall again. Not that he would mind of course, but somehow she couldn't help but feel that he would feel obligated to pleasure her. She didn't want to make him feel like he had to do anything.

She was taken off guard when he tugged her closer to him, one of his hands slowly trailed down her side and to her thigh. She felt him press his face against her neck. He didn't say anything, and then his hand slowly made its way up the inside of her thigh. She couldn't help but gasp and arch against him. She wanted him so much. However, she realized something in her hazy mind. His movements were hesitant and done a little haltingly. She bit her lower lip hard when his fingers brushed over her clothed womanhood and his hands drifted to the button of her pants. A thought crossed her mind. 'He doesn't know what to do or how to react to being interrupted'. He wasn't sure whether to continue their activities after being interrupted, probably feeling guilty that he had been able to come to completion and she hadn't.

That thought sobered her up. She slid away from his grasp somewhat reluctantly. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly to regain some composure. She looked at him and he was blushing profusely but seemed a little confused as well. She pecked him on the lips and managed a smile. "It's okay love, you don't have to force yourself. You don't have to do this, I'll just go in for a shower," she said before turning and walking toward their room.

"But I want to," he said quietly but she didn't hear him. He watched her retreating figure and sighed.

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