[USxUK] Rain
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blood_wingedTitle: Rain
Genre: General/Romance/Fluff
Pairing: USxUK
Rating/Warnings: U, none.
Summary: Mindless fluff written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
plextral . Arthur gets caught in a downpour, but Alfred is there to make sure his mood doesn't turn sour.
It had been raining for the past hour, and in that time, Arthur hadn’t come back home. Alfred sat by the living room window like a puppy waiting for its master and kept his eyes trained on the corner, barely visible through the heavy downpour. ‘I’ll only be five minutes’ Arthur had said as he’d walked out of the door. ‘You’ll be alright on your own.’ It had seemed almost instant as he left that the skies had opened, and Alfred could imagine his English lover standing anxiously in the doorway of the store, trying to decide whether or not he could make a run for it. He checked his phone again – no messages. Arthur probably didn’t even have his phone with him, he was always leaving it at home.
Then, he saw something. A dark shape came running around the corner, a coat held over their head. Alfred perked up, even more so when the person came running straight for the front door. He moved into the hallway, hearing fumbling at the lock, and then Arthur all but threw himself into the house and stood there gasping and dripping onto the welcome mat. Alfred wasn’t sure what to make of the sight in front of him. The English nation’s pants were sticking to his legs and several shades darker, and a faint squishing noise was sounding from somewhere inside his shoes as he stood there. His shirt had gone completely see-through, clinging to his skin and his hair was plastered to his head.
“Get me a towel,” he said, his voice low and level. Alfred couldn’t help the quiet giggle that escaped him.
“How’s the weather out-”
“Towel. Now. Alfred.”
Alright, that was Arthur’s no-nonsense voice. Instantly, Alfred turned on his heel and scurried to the nearest bathroom, grabbing the largest, fluffiest towel he could find and heading back to the front door. Arthur was already half way through peeling off his sodden clothes, his shirt a pile of soaking fabric spreading a small pool of water over the wood flooring, his jacket beside it.
“My shoes are going to be ruined,” he was growling to himself as Alfred approached, towel in hand. He went unnoticed as Arthur kicked off said shoes and tugged off his socks, the skin of his toes wrinkled as if he’d just spent an hour sat in a bath. His fingers fumbled with the buckle on his belt, and he let out a sound of frustration, looking up as Alfred closed the space between them and wrapped the towel around his shoulders. Arthur picked up a corner and rubbed his hair with it as Alfred dropped to one knee in front of him and unbuckled his belt easily, the button and zipper of his pants following, tugging the article of clothing down to his ankles where Arthur delicately stepped out of it.
“These as well,” Alfred said, hooking one finger around the elastic waistband of his boxers. “You’re soaked right through.”
“Fine,” Arthur replied somewhat huffily, averting his eyes as they were drawn off and stepping out of them, wrapping the towel tight around himself. He shivered, and Alfred put one arm around him, kissing the side of his head.
“You’re all wet,” he mumbled against the man’s hair, breathing in the scent of rainwater from the sodden strands. Letting out a quiet ‘oof’ as a pointy elbow was driven into his side, he swept Arthur up off his feet and carried him rather ungracefully, as one might carry a rolled up carpet, through to the living room. Arthur was wheezing as he was set down, glaring daggers at the American nation’s back as the younger man moved to stoke up the fire that had been allowed to die to smouldering embers in the grate.
“I’m going to put some dry clothes on.” Arthur moved to stand, instantly pushed back as Alfred chose that moment to throw himself onto the sofa and sprawl over the older man’s lap. He sat up, though his legs remained firmly in place over the other man’s thighs no matter how much he tried to push them off. Slowly, he began to relax, as Alfred’s hands moved over the towel, rubbing it against his damp skin. “What are you doing, you dopey sod?”
“Drying you. You’re not going to run off, right?” When Arthur shook his head, Alfred moved his legs and shifted to a more comfortable position, rubbing enthusiastically over the towel and pulling it up to dry Arthur’s hair, leaving it in an untidy, half-dry mop of dirty blonde curls on his head. Arthur let out several sounds that Alfred found entirely too adorable, quiet grunts and noises of complaint as he was rubbed at, and he couldn’t resist pulling the man against him, nosing below his ear and kissing his neck. His skin was cool, and he responded to the warmth of the other’s body almost instantly, shifting closer to him. Wrapping his arms around Arthur, Alfred marvelled, not for the first time, at how perfectly they fitted together. He ran his fingers down the bared, pale skin of one of Arthur’s slender, leanly muscled arms and watched goosebumps rising in the wake of his fingertips. The rain was still pounding against the window, drops falling down the chimney and making the fire hiss and pop. Arthur rested his head on Alfred’s shoulder and closed his eyes, letting the towel slip down and pool around his hips.
“Hey…” Alfred murmured, knowing very well how a sudden move from being cold to hot could make Arthur incredibly sleepy. “You gonna fall asleep on me, old man?”
“Nnfh,” said Arthur, turning his head to press a clumsy kiss to the other’s neck. “Not falling asleep. Shut up.”
“Sure, sure.” Shifting, Alfred moved the man into his lap and cuddled him, moving his hands slowly over his relaxed frame, hearing the tell-tale change in his breathing moments later. He smiled, leaning back to find Arthur’s eyes closed, his cheeks faintly flushed, lips slightly parted as he breathed. Alfred was finding more and more that he lived for moments like these. All the snarky comments and bad moods and even the occasional fights were worth it for the moments when Arthur was quiet and tucked close to his side, sleeping or close to it, his usually tense and wiry form made soft and his temper calmed. He shifted, tilting his head and pressing a kiss to the other man’s mouth, slanted awkwardly against his lips. Arthur made a quiet sound that sounded almost like a chuckle, moving sluggishly to kiss the American, wrapping one arm around his shoulders.
All attempt at romance was abandoned when Arthur pulled away sharply to sneeze, three times in a row. He rubbed his nose and squinted, making an uncomfortable sound.
“If you’d taken your cell you could have called me to bring the car,” he told him, his tone lightly scolding. Arthur huffed, opening his eyes to look up at his lover.
“I could have, but then you wouldn’t have been able to do this.”
“Pfh.” Alfred scoffed, running his fingers up Arthur’s spine and feeling him arch towards the light touch. “I could have got you out of your clothes if I’d wanted to.”
Genre: General/Romance/Fluff
Pairing: USxUK
Rating/Warnings: U, none.
Summary: Mindless fluff written for
plextral . Arthur gets caught in a downpour, but Alfred is there to make sure his mood doesn't turn sour.*****
It had been raining for the past hour, and in that time, Arthur hadn’t come back home. Alfred sat by the living room window like a puppy waiting for its master and kept his eyes trained on the corner, barely visible through the heavy downpour. ‘I’ll only be five minutes’ Arthur had said as he’d walked out of the door. ‘You’ll be alright on your own.’ It had seemed almost instant as he left that the skies had opened, and Alfred could imagine his English lover standing anxiously in the doorway of the store, trying to decide whether or not he could make a run for it. He checked his phone again – no messages. Arthur probably didn’t even have his phone with him, he was always leaving it at home.
Then, he saw something. A dark shape came running around the corner, a coat held over their head. Alfred perked up, even more so when the person came running straight for the front door. He moved into the hallway, hearing fumbling at the lock, and then Arthur all but threw himself into the house and stood there gasping and dripping onto the welcome mat. Alfred wasn’t sure what to make of the sight in front of him. The English nation’s pants were sticking to his legs and several shades darker, and a faint squishing noise was sounding from somewhere inside his shoes as he stood there. His shirt had gone completely see-through, clinging to his skin and his hair was plastered to his head.
“Get me a towel,” he said, his voice low and level. Alfred couldn’t help the quiet giggle that escaped him.
“How’s the weather out-”
“Towel. Now. Alfred.”
Alright, that was Arthur’s no-nonsense voice. Instantly, Alfred turned on his heel and scurried to the nearest bathroom, grabbing the largest, fluffiest towel he could find and heading back to the front door. Arthur was already half way through peeling off his sodden clothes, his shirt a pile of soaking fabric spreading a small pool of water over the wood flooring, his jacket beside it.
“My shoes are going to be ruined,” he was growling to himself as Alfred approached, towel in hand. He went unnoticed as Arthur kicked off said shoes and tugged off his socks, the skin of his toes wrinkled as if he’d just spent an hour sat in a bath. His fingers fumbled with the buckle on his belt, and he let out a sound of frustration, looking up as Alfred closed the space between them and wrapped the towel around his shoulders. Arthur picked up a corner and rubbed his hair with it as Alfred dropped to one knee in front of him and unbuckled his belt easily, the button and zipper of his pants following, tugging the article of clothing down to his ankles where Arthur delicately stepped out of it.
“These as well,” Alfred said, hooking one finger around the elastic waistband of his boxers. “You’re soaked right through.”
“Fine,” Arthur replied somewhat huffily, averting his eyes as they were drawn off and stepping out of them, wrapping the towel tight around himself. He shivered, and Alfred put one arm around him, kissing the side of his head.
“You’re all wet,” he mumbled against the man’s hair, breathing in the scent of rainwater from the sodden strands. Letting out a quiet ‘oof’ as a pointy elbow was driven into his side, he swept Arthur up off his feet and carried him rather ungracefully, as one might carry a rolled up carpet, through to the living room. Arthur was wheezing as he was set down, glaring daggers at the American nation’s back as the younger man moved to stoke up the fire that had been allowed to die to smouldering embers in the grate.
“I’m going to put some dry clothes on.” Arthur moved to stand, instantly pushed back as Alfred chose that moment to throw himself onto the sofa and sprawl over the older man’s lap. He sat up, though his legs remained firmly in place over the other man’s thighs no matter how much he tried to push them off. Slowly, he began to relax, as Alfred’s hands moved over the towel, rubbing it against his damp skin. “What are you doing, you dopey sod?”
“Drying you. You’re not going to run off, right?” When Arthur shook his head, Alfred moved his legs and shifted to a more comfortable position, rubbing enthusiastically over the towel and pulling it up to dry Arthur’s hair, leaving it in an untidy, half-dry mop of dirty blonde curls on his head. Arthur let out several sounds that Alfred found entirely too adorable, quiet grunts and noises of complaint as he was rubbed at, and he couldn’t resist pulling the man against him, nosing below his ear and kissing his neck. His skin was cool, and he responded to the warmth of the other’s body almost instantly, shifting closer to him. Wrapping his arms around Arthur, Alfred marvelled, not for the first time, at how perfectly they fitted together. He ran his fingers down the bared, pale skin of one of Arthur’s slender, leanly muscled arms and watched goosebumps rising in the wake of his fingertips. The rain was still pounding against the window, drops falling down the chimney and making the fire hiss and pop. Arthur rested his head on Alfred’s shoulder and closed his eyes, letting the towel slip down and pool around his hips.
“Hey…” Alfred murmured, knowing very well how a sudden move from being cold to hot could make Arthur incredibly sleepy. “You gonna fall asleep on me, old man?”
“Nnfh,” said Arthur, turning his head to press a clumsy kiss to the other’s neck. “Not falling asleep. Shut up.”
“Sure, sure.” Shifting, Alfred moved the man into his lap and cuddled him, moving his hands slowly over his relaxed frame, hearing the tell-tale change in his breathing moments later. He smiled, leaning back to find Arthur’s eyes closed, his cheeks faintly flushed, lips slightly parted as he breathed. Alfred was finding more and more that he lived for moments like these. All the snarky comments and bad moods and even the occasional fights were worth it for the moments when Arthur was quiet and tucked close to his side, sleeping or close to it, his usually tense and wiry form made soft and his temper calmed. He shifted, tilting his head and pressing a kiss to the other man’s mouth, slanted awkwardly against his lips. Arthur made a quiet sound that sounded almost like a chuckle, moving sluggishly to kiss the American, wrapping one arm around his shoulders.
All attempt at romance was abandoned when Arthur pulled away sharply to sneeze, three times in a row. He rubbed his nose and squinted, making an uncomfortable sound.
“If you’d taken your cell you could have called me to bring the car,” he told him, his tone lightly scolding. Arthur huffed, opening his eyes to look up at his lover.
“I could have, but then you wouldn’t have been able to do this.”
“Pfh.” Alfred scoffed, running his fingers up Arthur’s spine and feeling him arch towards the light touch. “I could have got you out of your clothes if I’d wanted to.”
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Date: 2011-06-13 06:59 am (UTC)And then the last line was so unexpected yet so Alfred that I cracked up. THANKS FOR MAKING ME CHOKE ON MY TEA.
But it was such a cute read and just what I needed. Ffft, mental image of a waterlogged Arthur is strangely adorable. I really liked it a lot, thanks for writing it <3
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Date: 2011-06-13 02:38 pm (UTC)This is really adorable! Keep up the good work!
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Date: 2011-06-13 05:52 pm (UTC)More cuddles!! XD
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Date: 2011-06-13 06:28 pm (UTC)<3 Thanks for reading :D
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Date: 2011-06-13 06:18 pm (UTC)The last line made me laugh XD Goodbye innocense. I was like '..no doubt of it, hmm.."
Thank you! I love you're style of writing~
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