This is for all those adorable fan girls who answered yes to our hot red-head. The link is in the description.
I will be doing an 'no'-version, soonish, I promise. Imma go to bed now, I've been working on this for about an hour, when it's 2:20 am already *yawn* I couldn't sleep so I thought I might as well get started on this one.
Anyway enough of my rambling, please enjoy and comment to let me know what you think about it ^^
You blushed and stared at your feet. Sensing him move closer, you looked up to see both of his arms around your head, one on either side. You gulped and blinked. "So lassie, what's you answer?" He leaned down, his face inches from yours.
Flushing a brighter shade of pink, you nodded which made him grin. He nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck and breathed in your scent. You placed your hands on his chest and gently touched his chest through the layers of clothing.
Your heart was pounding so hard, you thought for sure he would hear it. But when you peeked at him from under your lashes you noticed his eyes were closed, his ear against your chest, listening to your racing heart-beat.
"Hey, good news, your heart's beating." You cocked your head at his weird statement and chuckled slightly. "That's always good news eh?" he smiled at you, his eyes open now. He reached his lips up to yours and then he- He stopped the moment the door rang, pouting and let his arm fall so you could answer it.
You fanned yourself and composed your facial expression to the best of your possibility. You took a deep breath and opened the door to have a rose shoved in front of you. A voice drifted over to you: "So ma chérie, you vant to become vone of my terroties, non?" Blinking in surprise you took Francis' rose and stared at the Frenchman.
You gulped and were about to talk when the rose was ripped from your grasp and you were roughly shoved backwards. "Sorry Frenchie, she's mine." Scotland chucked the rose back at him which Francis caught in surprise. Scotland grinned and stuck out his tongue. "So skedaddle now."
He shut the door in the bewildered Frenchman's face and turned to you. "Don't open the door in clothes like that, men'll get the wrong idea." You squeaked as he threw you on his shoulder and took you upstairs. He slipped you down to the ground. "Put some easy clothes on."
You raised your eyebrow, put did as he said. Whilst you got dressed he waited outside and he came in when you opened the door.
"Hmmm," he rubbed his chin, looking you up and down," that's better." He smiled and you blushed.
"Well now, how strong are you actually?" His eyebrow raised he leaned against the wall of your room again. You posed, one hand in front of you, the other behind balled into a fist. You scowled at him. "I can fight you know." "Oh I don't doubt that," he grinned again, "but still I don't want to take any chances, you'll start doing some basic exercises from today onwards."
You groaned, your pose slacking which he took advantage of, tackling you and tickling you so hard you were out of breath. "I surrender, I surrender!" you giggled, kicking him in the stomach lightly.
He laughed, catching your foot and holding it. "So, that means," he looked at you on the floor," now you have to do thirty sit-ups." This made you freeze, thirty?! You'd only ever done about five and even then you had gotten a stitch, making you swear you'd never do them again.
You blanched and looked at the ground. He saw your nervous face and chuckled, you were pretty cute, he thought to himself. "Here. I'll hold your feet, just do as many as you can and we'll increase them slightly every two days. That way you'll be able to do thirty in no time at all!"
He beamed at you and you smiled back. You hadn't seen him this happy in ever, whenever you saw him he was always sulking and pulling faces at his brother's back. You lay on the ground and bought your knees up and together. Putting your crossed arms in front of your chest, you took a deep breath.
Your stomach muscles contracted and your upper body swung upward. Your face almost met his and then you practically fell back to the ground. "Lass, it doesn't matter how high you come, just concentrate that you don't fall and hurt yourself." Was he concerned about you?!
You repeated the process again and again, each time your faces almost meeting. You were panting at your tenth and you told him you weren't gonna hold on much longer. Your faces almost met again, but this time he crossed the remaining inches and kissed you firmly on the lips.
His hand gripped your wrists together and he bought them over your head and pushed you down onto the floor, never once breaking the kiss. His other hand caressed your cheek which was heating up as more time passed. He ran his tongue over your trembling bottom lip and pulled back to look at you. He straddled you and attached his lips to your collarbone.
Hearing you mewl he looked up, his mouth slightly parted. He liked the sight before him, your hair tousled, your face a bright shade of pink and quivering lips yearning for his. He licked his lips, "What say we commemorate this historic moment, eh lass?" and bought his lips down on yours again before you could answer.
This was great I died when France showed up and did you ever write the no part? (Also, I found it ironic that you made me only able to do 10 sit-ups when I can do 80 but then I realized that's me with push ups )
The link to the lemon isn't working!!! Btw great job with this and the first part
I know, I put the lemon in storage.
Can you note it to me or something?
I rather believe that would be missing the point, I stored that lemon so that no one would see it.
Yes, "commemorate this historic moment". That's what happens.
Screw America Scotland her I come!!!!
fuck england 1 imma hop on a plane n go search for scottie
Scottish accents are a total turn-on. Come here, Scotty!
I also really want to marry a scot one day.. hehe, I love their accents! So gorgeous!
I know right!! I keep looking out for one of those >.<
I'm writing it right now, I hope you like it ^^ I'll send the link when it's finished >.<