Sunflower ⚘ Russia Lemon

Cuddled in Russia’s arms Macedonia felt a shiver of dark magic slither over her skin, waking her instantly. She sat up. The sense of threat sent shivers down her spine, as she knew it did for every other country.

Russia looked at her in the dark. “What’s wrong?” A breath Macedonia hadn’t known she’d been holding escaped her.

“I don’t know. I cannot sleep,” she said, shaking her head, her voice breathless. Nor could her assumed memories recall anything like it. Russia heard a touch of fear and concern in her voice. This was indomitable Macedonia. Little frightened her. Pulling her into his arms, Russia was startled to find she was shivering. He knew Macedonia too well. This was more than a mere bad dream. He held her close.

“To what purpose?” he asked. Shaking her head, she said, “I don’t know.” Macedonia looked up into his eyes. “I’ve never felt anything like it.” Lifting her hand to his lips, Russia pressed his mouth to her palm in comfort. Russia’s heart warmed, easing a little, and she smiled. The night was otherwise quiet. Whatever it was had passed as swiftly as it had come.

“Do you mind?” she asked, looking up at him. Russia smiled and shook his head as he lay on his back, curling one arm around her. Macedonia stretched out against him. She wrapped an arm around his waist and laid her head on his to listen to his heartbeat while he stroked her hair. More than anything else, that soothed her on the nights when the dreams shook her as they did increasingly of late, although she couldn’t remember them when she woke. It touched Russia immeasurably that she took comfort that way, from his presence beside her.

“Is there anything I can do?” he asked quietly.

She shook her head, helplessly. “I don’t even know what it was.”

“Is it something we have to worry about?”

Laughing lightly and wryly, keeping her concern at bay, Macedonia said, “Quite probably.”

“Angela?”

Frowning, biting her lip, Macedonia shrugged helplessly. “Again, probably.” She let out a breath.

“You’re worried,” he said.”

She let out a breath. “Yes.”

“Perhaps I can take you mind off of her,” he said, with a smile, rolling over to put her on her back beneath him, as he brushed a kiss across her lips. His hips moved against her. She could feel him harden against her. Cupping her breast, he brushed his thumb across her nipple. His eyes watching her, he bent his head to nibble. Warmth, excitement and love moved through her.

“Perhaps,” she confessed, as a finger slipped inside her and she gasped. She’d missed that, his touch, while he’d been gone. His thumb caressed her as his mouth closed over the tip of her breast to suck and nibble. Assaulted on all sides by pleasure, Macedonia still could not resist adding more, stroking one hand through his hair, the other across his back, for the sheer delight in touching him. Then she stopped thinking of anything except of Russia as pleasure built within her, writhing as he tormented her sweetly.

Russia sighed.

This was one of the many things he loved about her, her total abandonment to his touch, giving herself to him so freely and completely. He loved to watch her lovely body twist and turn, write, and tremble, while color washed through her fair skin until her skin blushed like a rose.

Macedonia looked up into deep lavender eyes with their flecks of warmness. Russia smiled and watched her gaze blur as she tipped into ecstasy, her body arching beneath his, vibrating as she buried her face against his shoulder to muffle the soft cry of pleasure that escaped her. Then he was inside her, even as the contractions within her faded, feeling her pulse around him. Slowly, deliberately, he stroked into her.

Macedonia moaned softly at the feel of him within her. She opened, lifted her hips to take him deeper, to feel all of him inside her, all the way.

Here was only another reason Russia lover her, this pleasure she took in the feel of him within her. Each time she smiled with delight as she did now, her eyes widening, and then sighed with pure pleasure, gratified him.

He loved that smile. Though some might think that this was for her, it wasn’t. It was for him.

Russia had no fear for her, she would come as often as he wished, relishing the feel of him inside her as much as he enjoyed being there. She was so hot, so wet, and so tight, he pleasured himself with her as her body closed around him, another soft cry whispering from her as she tightened.

Pleasure rushed through him as he spilled into her, gloriously.

His sunflower and he worshipped her.