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Marie's cheeks flushed red, her face mimicking a strawberry, her fingers intertwined in the bed sheets, her whole body trembling. She felt like her whole body was floating, her brain turning primal as her body burned with need. Her vision felt different, her senses were heightened, her entire body was filled with lust. Her chest heaving and her heart hammering, craving for air, unable to think of anything else but the building sensations. She felt so loved, she felt so desired, but she also felt so weak and helpless, at the mercy of her beloved. Averting her violet blue eyes from the gaze of her wife's piercing green orbs of lust, biting her lip to stifle the moans escaping her lips, sweet music to Alice's ears. Though most observers believed she was the dominant one in their relationship, they were in fact mistaken, England was the perverted ambassador for a reason. She had earned her reputation with how many lovers she had gained, how much experience she had, how many kinks she had. She had more intellect than merely just her perverse hobbies, she was intellectual, well read more. Alice had punished her many times before, knowing just how to get under her skin, how to make her crumble. Fingering her in a cupboard and covering her mouth with her hand to shut her up, eaten her out under a desk while on a voice meeting with her boss. Every time wearing a smug smirk and shamelessly acting like nothing had happened, while Marie remained flustered. Alice could play her like an instrument, knowing her body like a fine book, knowing just how to make her sing. Marie was proudly labelled the nation of love, spreading it everywhere she could and making others feel desired or loved. She always supported anyone she came across, giving them the positivity they deserved. She easily knew how to satisfy her lovers and had never heard a single complaint from them, making sure they were mutually satisfied, communication and consent being two of her biggest beliefs. However, for all she had existed on this earth, Alice knew her weaknesses painfully well, they had been childhood friends into sweethearts before they became lovers. She knew how to make her weak in the knees, she knew all her kinks, her turn ons, what bedroom voice got her going, her pet names. How to leave her so satisfied her brain turned to mush, how to leave her foggy brained and sleep so well she woke up with jelly legs.

Alice loomed over her, watching her lover squirm in delight, like she was losing herself in the sensations her body was feeling. "Aren't you usually the one who wants to hear the sounds of love? The eroticism of being vocal?" she teased. France hated it when the shoe was on the other foot, when she stirred trouble and ended up eating her words. She was such a hypocrite, holding back her voice, embarrassed to be heard, but she was so utterly adorable it was hard to stay mad at her. France glared back irritably, red in the face, sulking like the brat she was, she had been called out and she hated it. Sweet sighs, moans and gasps escaping her lips, shivering in delight as she tried to find the words to say, her words dying on her lips. Alice trailed her lips across Marie's skin, watching her shiver and moan as she did so, kissing her skin, her stomach, her chest, her thighs, all of her. Marie's body was a work of art she would never stop appreciating, nipping her ear, groping her chest, caressing her body. She loved the way Marie reacted, her body was so honest, craving her touch, begging for more. Watching her whimper, her fingers moving faster within Marie, feeling her squeeze, coated in her juices. "You sound so cute love, such a pretty sight" she praised fondly, she had the prettiest voice, the most beautiful sounds she was making. Marie belonged to her, body and soul, their souls intertwined over centuries, connected to one another. This sight was only for her eyes, something only they would share. Marie was losing herself in the sensations of pleasure, her body arching and writhing like a snake. She could barely speak, barely form words, just the way Alice liked it.

Marie pouted, she knew that Alice was loving this, this was all a game to her and she was intent on winning. Teasing her until she begged for what she wanted, until she couldn't think anymore. Bringing back memories of their life together, of how their love formed into something special. She'd seen that face before, millions of times during history, the same devious, mischievous glint. Someone nations had feared, respected, become enemies of, even become a lover of. Her punk pirate persona was coming to light, the rebellious, powerful nation who overthrew her enemies. Picturing her wife with tattooed arms, piercings, black nail polish, leather, tartan and more, wearing a white blouse with an open tied chest, a black pirate hat, a red scarf around her bunches. Long brown boots, black trousers, green earrings and a gun holster around her hips. The many faces her wife had worn, the many versions of her that had existed, she hated to admit that both incarnations of her wife had been passionate.

England smirked, she was getting under Marie's skin and she knew it, memories of their past flooding her mind. She'd bedded Marie enough times during that period, both of them had been lovers, often arguing but expressing themselves as they saw fit. But she was the one person who remained in Marie's heart, unable to forget one another. She curled her fingers, rubbing Marie's clit hard causing her to yelp, whining loudly as she cupped her mouth, a new wave of pleasure hitting her. "You seem to like it down here" she smirked, she acted like she was angry at her, protesting that she was being mean, glaring at her like she was angry. Was she acting out in hopes she would respond to her? Because it would only end badly for her.

Marie cupped her face, collapsing onto the bed as she hid her expression, she was really making her say it. She couldn't lie to England, she always wore her heart on her sleeve, always honest with her reactions. Being close to her lover, sharing some a passionate form of intimacy, their bodies intertwined, how could it get better than this? "I... I'm excited because the woman I love is touching me! But you don't have to be so mean!" she growled, she enjoyed it when Alice was tender too. To know that she was so deeply loved, cherished and treasured by another person, it was the best feeling in the world.

Alice blushed, her hand halting, stunned into silence, her brain shirt circuiting as she processed Marie's words. That had to be the most adorable outburst she had ever heard, while managing to embarrass her, she had also made a confession of love. She could see France was trying not to cry from frustration, her body recovering from their antics, her mind slowly calming. Marie was her everything, she would always remind her of how precious she was, she leaned forward, cupping Marie's face to kiss her tenderly. Marie was taken aback, before returning the gesture, wrapping her arms around her neck, holding her close. Alice gazed into her eyes, watching her expression fondly "I'm sorry love, seeing the woman I love a mess makes me so happy" she smiled. Knowing she could get this reaction out of her, knowing that she was coming undone at her hands and nobody else could make her feel the same way.

Marie pouted, wrapping her legs around Alice and pulling her closer, closing the gap and preventing her escape "Then don't act so far away" she mumbled. Alice watched her silently, like a wolf about to pounce on a lamb, but she spoke very little but the words she did convey made her squirm. She wanted to feel her love, feel her heart, she wanted to feel it all.

Alice's blush darkened, coughing awkwardly at her lovers words, she was so needy and it was the sexiest thing she had ever seen. France begging and whining for her touch, crumbling to pieces. France had no idea how much sex appeal she exuded, but how her puppy dog eyes were more alluring than when she acted like a cocky know it all. "Cuuuuuuuute" she mentally screamed. She was the cutest person in the world, she doubted anyone was capable of being half as adorable as her wife. She brushed her hair from her face, so she could appreciate her face up close, see her expressions more clearly. "Sorry love" she apologised, she kissed Marie's cheek fondly, cupping her chest and pressing herself against her "I'll stay closer" she promised. Marie smiled sweetly, for all her wife could be mean, she was also so very loving. Pulling Alice into another kiss, Alice smiling into her kiss as she hands explored her lovers body.