[ It is debatable which is louder; the bright laugh ripped from him at being literally swept off his feet by a tiny woman or the nearly pained groan that follows directly after when she absolutely butchers his tongue.
He's pretty sure that she did it intentionally... and yet... ]
Are you saying you'd share me? An intriguing prospect, my dear.
[ He has just enough time to look over his shoulder at his abused door before Megumi whisked him off in a well-walked beeline for his bedroom. An inquisitive brow raises once she's deposited him on his bed with a pout. He appears amused, even as she slips closer to part his legs. ]
Now now... I think that I should tell you something before we continue with this punishment, yes? [ That is such a loose term between them, but her hand creeping higher along his thigh is making it difficult to focus -- so he continues after a mildly apologetic smile ] I sent a text... I just sent it to someone else. They were not nearly as appreciative as you would have been.
[ After all these months of having him sort out her tongue, it's obviously an attempt to rile him up by getting his language wrong. This is bad... she loves men in lingerie, and he's just looking so delectable that she can barely contain herself.
Stupid, hairy land guardian who she can't help but want to fuck five ways into the next sennight!
Why's he still talking, anyway? She's pushing her fingers against the base of his cock through the fabric, when what he tells her makes her ears stand upright. ]
You what?! Someone else saw you like this before me?! Who?!
[ She's feigning insult, though the way her ears are trembling, as though she's keeping them from wiggling- should be a tell on how amusing the thought is for her. She does give him a firm squeeze, despite it. ]
Here I am, working hard, aching to have you, and you-!!
[ Only five ways? If he knew this, he'd work harder to irritate and inspire more. Until then he'll settle for slipping into lingerie and allowing her to work out the tensions of a stressful profession, happily. His breath catches as her fingers explored but his hips remain still. He'd hate to ruin the presentation, damn it.
Her 'shock' makes him laugh and rest against his pillows, arms raising to idly play with the fabric there. It's all a shameless invitation, of course -- but he'll entertain her question. ]
Germany... You'll find that it was an equally embarrassing exchange. [ Which was true! The squeeze is enough for him to groan under his breath and try to urge her closer. Working hard and aching... well. Megumi's not alone in that regard at least. Ay! ]
I'd like to point out that you are woefully overdressed for properly relaxing, darling.
[ To her credit, she's frustrated enough that her anger is convincing. But He's back to teasing her as he should and she has half a mind to just lean down and bite him and make him scream.
Then again, she remembers him liking that a lot. Not that she minds— he looks delectable and she's weak to men in lingerie. That's impossible to hide right now.
Upon learning that it's Germany though, her eyes widen as she keeps her hand firmly around France's cock— ]
Oh. Poor Germany. I don't think he'd like something like that— without asking for it first, at least.
[ Still, she doesn't sound too disappointed about that now. Germany knows France, is probably used to weird things from him, but hey, who knows, he might feel excited by him too. Still! She shakes her head quickly and huffs, pushing France's legs up enough so that she can bite hard along the flesh of his inner thigh. A short enough bite to make him jump. ]
And that's your punishment. You're stuck with me in this outfit while I put you in your place.
[ Not that she looks unpleasant in any way, button down shirt, long skirt, just missing her lab coat? She smirks. ]
I don't like being teased when I'm already this worked up, amour.
[ She moves over him until she's got her lower body pressed up against his cock through the fabric of his lingerie, while pushing her face into the side of his neck. And he may see what she means— if he can make out that she's got no underwear on under her skirt while she's pressed up against him.
Among other signs of her excitement as she has her face hover over his. ]
Unless you plan to contest that?
[ She knows he likes being attended to just as much as he likes giving it and why give him an easy time of it anyway? ]
[ It was most likely his fault that she's annoyed. Idle hands are the devil's playground – or at least that's what the unbearably drab like to go on and on about. Today hadn't been the first time France had decided to send her a less than wholesome greeting while she was preoccupied with work, but it certainly had taken an interesting turn. The lingerie was being bested by the rather intent look she was giving him (and he was fine with that, really).
He's temporarily lulled into a false sense of security by Megumi's apparent sympathy for Germany's ruined afternoon. Part of him wants to tell her that it was a very beautiful image and that it hadn't been a completely horrible thing but that little voice is silenced when her hands part and lift his legs, a motion that immediately grabs his attention. His thoughts have swiftly drifted to seeing that curtain of dark hair falling over her face while she presses her lips to his skin... and those thoughts are quickly silenced when her teeth dig slightly into the tender skin of his inner thigh.
Is she wrong in assuming that he likes it? The airy chuckle betrays anything else from being the truth. ]
Would you have lasted your entire shift today given our conversation?
[ She's making it difficult to sound nonchalant the closer she slides. There's a slight hitch in his breath when her skirt inches higher and his eyes drop to appreciate the sight. The blond's attention is redirected at the question and he shoots her a mildly amused smile. ]
That you're worked up? I don't believe I'm going to argue that.
[ He abandons his pillow to wrap his arms low on her hips and pull her against him. Nimble fingers find the hem of her skirt and slip beneath the fabric, palms resting on the sides of her thighs. He doesn't stray higher as if following some code of gentlemanly behavior. They both know it's only meant to egg her on. ]
You can keep wearing this, you know? I won't stop you.
[ But he certainly will encourage that skirt to become a belt... ]
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You won't stop me, dw!!
[ She's a bit too turned on to realize that was not his intent, as she turns and—
Well, hope you like being bridal carried, France— because she's doing it. Tall frenchman and small matriarch, no big. ]
Your neighbors will live. Maybe ask you for a menahj a trowah.
[ Suffering begins by butchering how to actually say things in his languages. We knew he vaguely, ménage a trois... ]
Would have loved it more if you'd committed to it though.
[ She's pouting as she deposits him on his bed, while gripping his thighs to part his legs. ]
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He's pretty sure that she did it intentionally... and yet... ]
Are you saying you'd share me? An intriguing prospect, my dear.
[ He has just enough time to look over his shoulder at his abused door before Megumi whisked him off in a well-walked beeline for his bedroom. An inquisitive brow raises once she's deposited him on his bed with a pout. He appears amused, even as she slips closer to part his legs. ]
Now now... I think that I should tell you something before we continue with this punishment, yes? [ That is such a loose term between them, but her hand creeping higher along his thigh is making it difficult to focus -- so he continues after a mildly apologetic smile ] I sent a text... I just sent it to someone else. They were not nearly as appreciative as you would have been.
[ BE GENTLE, LADY. ]
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Stupid, hairy land guardian who she can't help but want to fuck five ways into the next sennight!
Why's he still talking, anyway? She's pushing her fingers against the base of his cock through the fabric, when what he tells her makes her ears stand upright. ]
You what?! Someone else saw you like this before me?! Who?!
[ She's feigning insult, though the way her ears are trembling, as though she's keeping them from wiggling- should be a tell on how amusing the thought is for her. She does give him a firm squeeze, despite it. ]
Here I am, working hard, aching to have you, and you-!!
[ Her glare is convincing, no? ]
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Her 'shock' makes him laugh and rest against his pillows, arms raising to idly play with the fabric there. It's all a shameless invitation, of course -- but he'll entertain her question. ]
Germany... You'll find that it was an equally embarrassing exchange. [ Which was true! The squeeze is enough for him to groan under his breath and try to urge her closer. Working hard and aching... well. Megumi's not alone in that regard at least. Ay! ]
I'd like to point out that you are woefully overdressed for properly relaxing, darling.
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Then again, she remembers him liking that a lot. Not that she minds— he looks delectable and she's weak to men in lingerie. That's impossible to hide right now.
Upon learning that it's Germany though, her eyes widen as she keeps her hand firmly around France's cock— ]
Oh. Poor Germany. I don't think he'd like something like that— without asking for it first, at least.
[ Still, she doesn't sound too disappointed about that now. Germany knows France, is probably used to weird things from him, but hey, who knows, he might feel excited by him too. Still! She shakes her head quickly and huffs, pushing France's legs up enough so that she can bite hard along the flesh of his inner thigh. A short enough bite to make him jump. ]
And that's your punishment. You're stuck with me in this outfit while I put you in your place.
[ Not that she looks unpleasant in any way, button down shirt, long skirt, just missing her lab coat? She smirks. ]
I don't like being teased when I'm already this worked up, amour.
[ She moves over him until she's got her lower body pressed up against his cock through the fabric of his lingerie, while pushing her face into the side of his neck. And he may see what she means— if he can make out that she's got no underwear on under her skirt while she's pressed up against him.
Among other signs of her excitement as she has her face hover over his. ]
Unless you plan to contest that?
[ She knows he likes being attended to just as much as he likes giving it and why give him an easy time of it anyway? ]
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He's temporarily lulled into a false sense of security by Megumi's apparent sympathy for Germany's ruined afternoon. Part of him wants to tell her that it was a very beautiful image and that it hadn't been a completely horrible thing but that little voice is silenced when her hands part and lift his legs, a motion that immediately grabs his attention. His thoughts have swiftly drifted to seeing that curtain of dark hair falling over her face while she presses her lips to his skin... and those thoughts are quickly silenced when her teeth dig slightly into the tender skin of his inner thigh.
Is she wrong in assuming that he likes it? The airy chuckle betrays anything else from being the truth. ]
Would you have lasted your entire shift today given our conversation?
[ She's making it difficult to sound nonchalant the closer she slides. There's a slight hitch in his breath when her skirt inches higher and his eyes drop to appreciate the sight. The blond's attention is redirected at the question and he shoots her a mildly amused smile. ]
That you're worked up? I don't believe I'm going to argue that.
[ He abandons his pillow to wrap his arms low on her hips and pull her against him. Nimble fingers find the hem of her skirt and slip beneath the fabric, palms resting on the sides of her thighs. He doesn't stray higher as if following some code of gentlemanly behavior. They both know it's only meant to egg her on. ]
You can keep wearing this, you know? I won't stop you.
[ But he certainly will encourage that skirt to become a belt... ]