Marie felt her cheeks burning with embarrassment, she never thought at her age she would be sneaking around like a horny teenager whenever she wanted to get laid. Her years of recklessness were far behind her, so why did she never seem to learn from those mistakes? This had to be the most dangerous situation she'd been in for a long time, the knowledge that any of their allies or friends could walk in on them at any time. Knowing they weren't alone during this brief and private tryst, fear, adrenaline, excitement and embarrassment hitting her all at once. That anyone could see her so aroused, anyone could see her indecently, anyone could burn this image of her into their brain. God she hated her body for being so honest, why did all of her years of sexual experimentation lead to her developing such specific kinks? How did she end up in this situation and why did she like it?
How was it after so many centuries her wife still knew her better than anyone else? She'd had many lovers, many affairs and many memorable moments with people whom she had shared her bed. But none of them could ever compare to her wife. None of them had been as memorable or as deviant as her wife. She felt heat rushing through her body like wildfire, a need that kept growing stronger, something that couldn't be ignored no matter how much she tried. The wetness in her groin only worsening with every passing second. She had no escape, she couldn't run, like a rabbit trapped in a cage, she knew if she tried to leave she would just attract attention and unwanted questions. She knew that she would just embarrass herself and she would be left horny. Her voice died in her throat, the looming hungry gaze of her wife piercing her.
This felt like the scene of every erotic novel she had ever read, the scene in which two lovers acted on their passions. Watching her crumble under her seductions, giving into the desire that raged through her body, her skirt slowly bunched up around her thighs. Revealing more and more to her wife, like a flower coming into bloom for the world to appreciate. Her suit jacket and button-down suddenly felt tighter than she remembered, like she was constricted in some way, desperate to release herself. Her stockings on display, revealing the shapely form of her legs, her heels slipping from her feet, letting them clatter to the floor. Alice looming over her with a mischievous and hungry gaze, watching her reactions, loving to see the effect she had on her. Waiting to see how long it would take for Marie to give into temptation and allow herself to be devoured. Marie licked her lips nervously "Angleterre?" she mumbled.
Alice hummed, swiftly flicking the buttons of Marie's jacket to reveal her waist and shirt, straining over her perfect body. She knew that Marie was frustrated, work had accumulated over a matter of weeks and the meetings had been stressful for all of them. They both needed this, they both wanted this, and she could read her wife like a book. Marie's cheeks darkened, her stomach fluttering at the charm of her wife, reminding herself of the woman she married. She wasn't called the perverted ambassador for nothing. "You're so cute when you get flustered" Alice hummed, she loved that expression on her face, knowing she'd been caught out. As much as she acted like the haughty princess she was, France was merely a brat. She loved to act like she was so mature and responsible, but as soon as they were behind closed doors, she crumbled at the very touch of Alice's ministrations. She loved to be teased, she loved to be praised and she loved submitting. She could have Marie begging in seconds, it wouldn't take long.
Marie swallowed nervously, her gaze briefly flicking to the door, worry forming on her face. She knew that America was boisterous and lacked any awareness of boundaries, the first thing on her mind would be celebrating with allies. The last thing she wanted was her of all people to walk in and see this. She didn't need Prussia or Spain walking in either, they would tease her about it for weeks. "W... what if someone comes in?" she protested.
Alice hummed, she had thought of everything, she knew that many nations would want to converse and reminisce with France. It was a time where many friendships and allied nations were able to reconnect after time apart. However, it was also a time where hostile relations were forced to briefly interact with one another before parting ways as amicably as possible. She'd bribed Canada to distract and babysit her sister for a while as to not pester her, the latter agreeing and even asking her friends to help. She'd assured anyone else who may seek her company would be accompanying any of their mutual friends, she had made it very clear she wanted alone time with France. Anyone who interrupted would pay for the consequences at a later time. No questions asked. "I said I wanted no disturbances and I locked the door beforehand" she shrugged, she had covered all bases, this wasn't her first time.
Marie was rather impressed, when she wasn't being grumpy or stubborn, her wife was surprisingly efficient and a good leader, showing her maturity as a nation. She was well adversed at tactics and conversation, she was good at formulating plans. They may have butted heads more than she would have liked, but there were reasons for their longstanding alliances. But the room wasn't soundproof and anyone could walk past at any second, it didn't take a genius to interpret what was happening behind closed doors. Knowing what she must have sounded like to anyone who may overhear "B... but what if someone hears?" she huffed. She wouldn't be able to look anyone in the eye, she would be too embarrassed to be around another nation. She would get knowing and funny looks from any of the staff or any nations who walked past, they would all know what she had been doing. Let alone any hickies or bites she would be forced to conceal.
Alice rolled her eyes, she was just trying to form an excuse, she knew her wife got off on that sort of thing. Marie had been in much more deviant situations and she had far more erotic experiences than this one "Like you aren't a masochist" she scoffed. Marie pouted defiantly, she hated how easily Alice knew her, even when she tried to consider an excuse she had a clever comeback. The way they so easily got under the other's skin, how easily they got the other riled up, how much Alice remembered. She knew all her secrets, she knew all her kinks and she knew all her lies, , there was nothing Alice didn't know about her.
Alice pushed up Marie's skirt with a hungry gaze, revealing more soft flesh for her to explore, her eyes gleaming at the sight before her. Burning this into her brain for a later point, if she ever wanted to tease her wife again. Revealing black Lacey stockings, a black lace garter belt with a floral design, and matching black lace panties, they all had to be expensive knowing Marie's taste, they suited her very well. Imagining her dressing herself as she prepared for a meeting, hiding them under her clothes, she traced her fingers along the material playfully "Cute" she smirked.
Marie pouted, she felt shivers across her skin as Alice trailed her skin, biting her lip as frustration got the better of her. She knew if she ignored this, she would just be laid awake in her bed, satisfying her own lust alone. Slowly removing her jacket and tossing it aside, revealing her pinstriped shirt, though blessedly it wasn't see-through. Unbuttoning it just enough to reveal a matching lacey bra, she may as well give Alice what she wanted. The latter's eyes piercing her, watching her every gesture like a hawk, eager to devour the meal in front of her, loving the display. Marie slowly removed the pins from her hair, removing it from the intricately styled bun atop her head. She had to admit the relief of letting it out after binding it up all day was comforting, the dull ache at the back of her head. Allowing it to fall to her shoulders in a mess of curls, hiding her expression from Alice, unable to look her in the eye.
Alice smirked, Marie had finally decided to be honest about her needs, finally giving into her frustrations. Pulling away to remove her glasses and place them on another surface carefully, they had always been for show anyway. Loosening the tie around her neck and removing her jacket, getting rid of any restrictions. Marie briefly had the urge to ask Alice to use the tie around her wrists, just to give her a little more excitement and teasing. Marie felt her mouth water at the dominant display of her wife, happily willing to submit herself to her wishes.
Alice tilting back her wife's chin delicately, making her look her in the eye "Tell me pet, what do you want?" she cooed. All she needed to do was be a good girl and ask, and she would do anything Marie asked of her. By the time she was finished, Marie wouldn't be able to walk properly, her legs would be jelly.
Marie screamed internally from happiness, the tone of her voice, that look in her eye, the way she coaxed the words out of her. She did this like poetry, she knew how to seduce her like a pro. How could she resist when Alice asked like that? Swallowing shyly as she collected her courage. She may regret this later but right now she had no doubts in her mind "I... I want you to make a mess of me, I want you to make me lose myself. I... I want the pirate in you" she begged. She wanted the punk nature of Alice, she wanted the dark side of her wife to come to light. She wanted Alice to make her beg, make her cry, make her lose herself to the pleasure.
Alice raised her eyebrow, the mean side of herself that loved to tease Marie, loved to see her cry but knew how to bring her pleasure. Marie may not be able to walk after but she would be showered in aftercare "I won't go easy on you" she warned.
Marie scoffed, wrapping her arms around Alice's neck and pressing their chests together, her lips ghosting over her lovers. What was the point in being reserved when she couldn't hold back any longer. To hell with what anyone else thought, they were just jealous they weren't able to get laid as regularly as she was. She could contemplate the consequences afterward. "Didn't you just say you don't care if anyone hears?" she argued, there was no backing away now.
Alice smirked against her lips, her fingers trailing across Marie's velvety skin, getting lower and lower. Alice slowly slid one of her hands into Marie's panties, her fingers finding that pearl between her legs, Marie whined at the contact. She was always so demanding, so impatient, but then she loved that side of her wife "Such a brat" Alice sighed. Marie whimpered in return, god she loved it when Alice spoke to her like that. "What am I going to do with you?" Alice teased.
Marie's back arched, her hands gripping the edge of the desk for dear life, her brain flooded with pleasure as it rippled across her skin. This was worth nearly getting caught for, this was worth making everyone jealous. She felt all the stresses and frustrations that had accumulated melting into nothing, her chest arching and heaving with every breath. "Mean... so mean..." Marie whimpered, Alice's fingers so intimately and deliciously teased her with such ease, always bringing her to the edge but always delaying that sweet satisfaction. Knowing each and every time she was reaching her orgasm and yet never truly allowing her to cum, knowing it would only make it more satisfying when she got it. Loving to hear Marie beg for it.
Alice smirked, kissing her neck and nuzzling her chest, she reminded her of honey, of the most tempting reward anyone could wish for. But only she was the one able to touch her. The tears that spiked her wives eyes, the flush of her skin and hitch of her breath "Isn't that what you wanted pet" Alice reminded her. She knew the consequences as soon as she asked, she had put herself in this situation.
Marie shivered, what a stupid question, of course it was.
Alice chuckled, her breath tickling Marie's skin, "You look so cute, the way your eyes glaze over, the way you get so needy" Alice hummed. No matter how much time had passed, no matter how much history was behind them, her wife never changed. She'd seen that face so many times over centuries and never got sick of it. Somehow fate always brought them back together, some force of the universe reminded them of fate.
Marie blushed, she was the nation of love and as a result she wore her heart on her sleeve. Few nations were able to understand her as well as Alice did. The connection between them remained as strong as it always had. She loved to be bullied by Alice, the only person who could be so tender and so ruthless at the same time, the thrill it brought her. But she hated of being reminded of that, she hated her pride being broken by someone else "Shut up" Marie huffed.
Alice pinched Marie's clit, the latter whining in delight, that pressure sending shivers across her skin. She wasn't in a position to be a brat, not if she knew what the punishment would be. She could easily leave her here, on the edge, still awaiting an orgasm, while she cleaned up and went about her business. Knowing that would frustrate her wife even more "Brat" Alice growled.
Marie shot a sharp gaze at her wife, leaning closer impatiently, her violet eyes a storm of lust, impatience and annoyance. "Bien aimé, if you keep denying me the pleasures of your tongue, I'll smother you on the floor myself" she warned. She could play mean too if she wanted, she knew all too well how to annoy her wife into getting what she wanted. Alice wasn't the only person who was going to get all the fun. Alice felt a shiver run down her spine, imaging her wife riding her face and begging her, that was a sight she wanted to see.