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cutthroatpixie) wrote2012-01-17 03:59 pm
cutthroatpixie) wrote2012-01-17 03:59 pm
Two Drabbles
Here are some drabbles I wrote for some smut meme on Tumblr. They are super short, but enjoy anyway :D
Title: Crescendo
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cutthroatpixie
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Romano/Fem!Romano/Spain/Fem!Spain.
Rating: R
Warnings: Human names (except for Romano), sexy times, super short
Summary: They make such sweet music together.
Notes: Part of the same universe as Six in One.
Romano watched as Antonia laughed and swung Lovina across the floor of his dorm room. A quick beat pumped out of Antonio’s stereo, perfect for the tango Antonia was attempting to teach the other woman. From the looks of it, she was a quicker study than Romano had been when he and Antonia had danced for the first time so many years ago. Where he’d been young and clumsy, stepping on Antonia’s feet time and time again even though she was the one leading, Lovina followed Antonia’s lead with only the slightest of hesitation— a hesitation that soon went away as the music took over until it, Antonia, and Lovina were all moving with one another. Lovina’s skirt swayed and spun as she moved across the floor, the slightest hint of Antonia’s thigh was revealed each time Lovina ran a foot agonisingly slow up her leg, and Romano was more than glad to remain quiet and spellbound for a rare moment. Even as Antonia dipped Lovina into a kiss, the spell remained unbroken.
Until Antonio chose that moment to pull Romano into a kiss as well, his wandering hands quickly finding their way up Romano’s shirt. “We should dance too, Roma,” he whispered, laughing.
“Who says I want to dance with you?” The pushed-together beds shook as Antonia pushed Lovina down next to the two men, the faintest of protests blending with Romano’s own before they were silenced with another kiss. The music continued on as Antonia’s hand disappeared beneath the fabric of Lovina’s skirt, and Romano was still so transfixed at the way their bodies moved together.
Antonio, damned bastard that he was, ran a hand over the obvious bulge in Romano’s jeans, an action that still managed to make Romano blush every time (and the, “Damned pervert,” from Lovina when she’d looked his way really wasn’t helping), and before Romano could protest further, Antonio’s lips were around him, another pair of lips was on the back of his neck, and his cries of curses and nonsense and his beloved native tongue blended with the music, with Lovina’s higher, more desperate cries, as the four of them continued to dance while the music reached the peak of its crescendo.
Title: Keep It On
Author:cutthroatpixie
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Romano/Fem!Spain
Rating: R
Warnings: Human names, highschool AU, sexy times, Roma is a dirty dirty pervert, guys
Summary: Lovino and Antonia’s first time
The first time they have sex (make love, make love, Antonia is always chanting at him), it’s right after a football game, and Lovino fucking kicked ass, despite the fact that Antonia is the most distracting cheerleader on the face of the planet. Maybe he’d kicked ass because the opposing team was indeed distracted, and that more than pissed him off, pissed him off enough that the second he is off that field and back at Antonia’s house his lips are on her neck, biting and licking and sucking before she’s even had a chance to close her bedroom door.
He removes her top with the same swiftness and lack of care for whether or not doors are closed and she just laughs. “I take it we’re not waiting for marriage?” He knows it’s a joke, neither of them are anywhere near virginal, but she’s just smiling and he knows he can make her do so much more and
“Goddamnit, Antonia,” he mutters against her collarbone, his fingers sliding up under her skirt, searching for that spot he knows will make her lose that almost everpresent smile and make a far more gratifying expression instead.
He knows he’s found it when her laughing faux-protest of, “My mamá is just downstairs,” is cut-off just as the j slips past her teeth. Her cheeks flush and her breath hitches and soon enough he’s not the only one with a sweaty sheen to his skin.
“Bed?” is the only sensical word to slip past her lips and he answers with nothing more than a shake of his head as he pushes her against the door (gently, though he knows he doesn’t need to be, not with her, not always) and lifts her legs up, guiding her to wrap them around his waist.
Antonia goes to make a vague attempt at removing her skirt, but the last actual words Lovino mutters are, “Keep it on.”
Title: Crescendo
Author:
cutthroatpixieCharacter(s) or Pairing(s): Romano/Fem!Romano/Spain/Fem!Spain.
Rating: R
Warnings: Human names (except for Romano), sexy times, super short
Summary: They make such sweet music together.
Notes: Part of the same universe as Six in One.
Romano watched as Antonia laughed and swung Lovina across the floor of his dorm room. A quick beat pumped out of Antonio’s stereo, perfect for the tango Antonia was attempting to teach the other woman. From the looks of it, she was a quicker study than Romano had been when he and Antonia had danced for the first time so many years ago. Where he’d been young and clumsy, stepping on Antonia’s feet time and time again even though she was the one leading, Lovina followed Antonia’s lead with only the slightest of hesitation— a hesitation that soon went away as the music took over until it, Antonia, and Lovina were all moving with one another. Lovina’s skirt swayed and spun as she moved across the floor, the slightest hint of Antonia’s thigh was revealed each time Lovina ran a foot agonisingly slow up her leg, and Romano was more than glad to remain quiet and spellbound for a rare moment. Even as Antonia dipped Lovina into a kiss, the spell remained unbroken.
Until Antonio chose that moment to pull Romano into a kiss as well, his wandering hands quickly finding their way up Romano’s shirt. “We should dance too, Roma,” he whispered, laughing.
“Who says I want to dance with you?” The pushed-together beds shook as Antonia pushed Lovina down next to the two men, the faintest of protests blending with Romano’s own before they were silenced with another kiss. The music continued on as Antonia’s hand disappeared beneath the fabric of Lovina’s skirt, and Romano was still so transfixed at the way their bodies moved together.
Antonio, damned bastard that he was, ran a hand over the obvious bulge in Romano’s jeans, an action that still managed to make Romano blush every time (and the, “Damned pervert,” from Lovina when she’d looked his way really wasn’t helping), and before Romano could protest further, Antonio’s lips were around him, another pair of lips was on the back of his neck, and his cries of curses and nonsense and his beloved native tongue blended with the music, with Lovina’s higher, more desperate cries, as the four of them continued to dance while the music reached the peak of its crescendo.
Title: Keep It On
Author:
cutthroatpixieCharacter(s) or Pairing(s): Romano/Fem!Spain
Rating: R
Warnings: Human names, highschool AU, sexy times, Roma is a dirty dirty pervert, guys
Summary: Lovino and Antonia’s first time
The first time they have sex (make love, make love, Antonia is always chanting at him), it’s right after a football game, and Lovino fucking kicked ass, despite the fact that Antonia is the most distracting cheerleader on the face of the planet. Maybe he’d kicked ass because the opposing team was indeed distracted, and that more than pissed him off, pissed him off enough that the second he is off that field and back at Antonia’s house his lips are on her neck, biting and licking and sucking before she’s even had a chance to close her bedroom door.
He removes her top with the same swiftness and lack of care for whether or not doors are closed and she just laughs. “I take it we’re not waiting for marriage?” He knows it’s a joke, neither of them are anywhere near virginal, but she’s just smiling and he knows he can make her do so much more and
“Goddamnit, Antonia,” he mutters against her collarbone, his fingers sliding up under her skirt, searching for that spot he knows will make her lose that almost everpresent smile and make a far more gratifying expression instead.
He knows he’s found it when her laughing faux-protest of, “My mamá is just downstairs,” is cut-off just as the j slips past her teeth. Her cheeks flush and her breath hitches and soon enough he’s not the only one with a sweaty sheen to his skin.
“Bed?” is the only sensical word to slip past her lips and he answers with nothing more than a shake of his head as he pushes her against the door (gently, though he knows he doesn’t need to be, not with her, not always) and lifts her legs up, guiding her to wrap them around his waist.
Antonia goes to make a vague attempt at removing her skirt, but the last actual words Lovino mutters are, “Keep it on.”