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 Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2012 7:22 am
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2012 8:19 pm
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2012 11:41 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2012 6:54 pm
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2012 7:54 pm
☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀Florida allowed himself to be pushed into place on the bench and sat eagerly as she mounted his lap again. While their lips were locked his hands slid along her alabaster thighs and rested loosely on her hips in part to help stabilize her on his lap, but mostly just because he wanted to touch her. It was difficult for him to keep his hands off Christian even when they weren't being intimate. Though he frequently used it as an excuse to irritate or fluster the blonde he would be lying if he said there weren't any ulterior motives. Rutilio's heart began to beat faster in his chest as she moved from his lips to his jaw and neck while his hands moved to trailing the small of her back in gentle, encouraging motion. When prompted the Floridian almost couldn't get his jacket off fast enough so she could continue. The warm breath of her purring in his ear felt so nice that Rutilio almost missed what she said. "No, no!" he said quickly in case his joke accidentally prompted her to start playing hard to get. Not now when he was starting to get excited. "You do not need to worry about me! Rowdy is good for my health, si? Old men like rowd..." Florida trailed off into a soft moan as she went back to nibbling on him and a light shudder of pleasure went down his back. Why the Hell was his shirt still on!? Or any of his clothes for that matter!? They needed to be off five seconds ago! Rutilio squirmed impatiently beneath her teasing touch while Georgia played as though uncertain whether to continue or not. His cheeks flushed when he heard her call him his patient and he managed to collect just enough self control to banter back with her. "Perhaps you should perform an examination first to make sure I am fit enough," he suggested with a faint smirk. "I do not mind being given a thorough examination if it is the doctor's orders... even if it means rigorous testing." Florida's hands slipped up under her shirt as he spoke and his hands continued to lightly trace along the soft flesh of her small back invitingly. He wanted so badly to peel that shirt away right then and there, but Rutilio could have self control and patience when he wanted. He could. It was very difficult with her lips against his skin as she straddled his legs and her scent dominating the air around them as Georgia leaned in close and... ...Florida wondered how long he could keep himself from stripping both of them down and going at it. This was the second time he had gotten this close today and this time he was determined. There was no school bell to stop him now. ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀<>
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2012 8:39 pm
 George "Christian" JonesGeorgia, U.S.A.Freshman
It's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta front porch sittin'
Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to heaven
Where I come from  The Peach State had to suppress a small giggle at how impatient Rutilio seemed to be getting the more she messed with him. Now, this was a fun little game. No wonder Rutilio took his sweet time earlier. It was so tempting to do the same to her boyfriend and give him a dose of his own medicine. As he encouraged her to continue on, she smirked and chuckled lightly. The hand that hand been trailing his chest stopped at his tie and, in a single, fluid motion, yanked the Floridian's tie off before swiftly undoing the top half of his shirt. She encouraged Florida to shift the way he was sitting before pushing him down gently so that his back was against the bench and that she was leaning over him.
"What a good idea, Rutilio~. Maybe you can examine me too to make sure I'm healthy as well... But first, I think first I'll have to check your heart. Those can get very delicate in your older age..." She leaned down and began placing soft and gentle kisses right above the Floridian's heart. She used one hand to stabilize herself and the other to trace a delicate trail along his abdomen to when the shirt was still buttoned before working its way back up and repeating. She then worked in lightly nibbling on his chest and smirked lightly as she turned her cyan eyes up to him. She licked her lips playfully as a playful smirk played on her lips. "My my, Rutilio... Your heart is beating so fast and strong... But I wonder what else will get it going faster... Any suggestions ~?" She gave a small giggle as she continued running her cool finger along his flesh as she waited for an answer.
Out Of Coke :: There aren't too many rules when you come here.
Mind your P's an' Q's.
Be polite to all ya meet.
Take pride in where you're from.
Tea is always sweet.
And it's Coca-Cola, not Pepsi!
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Armelle of the Forest Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2012 4:53 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2012 7:51 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2012 8:23 pm
☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀Florida tensed with anticipation when he saw her hands move to take hold of her shirt. It was a promising start. Just the little bit of extra skin revealed by her tugging on her shirt was enough to get him excited... only to watch her stall while her fingers trailed along his stomach. Rutilio had all he could do not to literally rip that shirt clean off. "Sweet Jesus and Mother Mary, Peaches!" he cried out in exasperation when Georgia continued to test the limits of his self control. Did she want him to jump her? He was going to jump her. No, no, it was bad to jump, wasn't it? Well, if she wanted it then he should... No, jumping was bad behavior! The other night when he got carried away and wound up taking Christian's virginity had been impulsive and naughty! ... But they both liked it so... maybe impulsive and naughty wasn't such a bad thing...? No, this time he was going to be good and respectful and--She touched his belt. Ok. Rutilio was being a good sport but either her shirt or his pants needed to be flying across the room in the next five seconds or-- Florida couldn't even wait long enough to set the timer for how long he could bare them being clothed before he reached out and seriously did grab the neckline of Georgia's gym shirt and ripped it right down the middle. "I will get you another girl shirt later," he informed her almost flatly as if this was an emergency situation and sacrifices had to be made. The Floridian then pulled her against him again so he could soak in the feeling of her warm, exposed skin against his. Much, much better. ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀<>
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 11:49 am
George "Christian" JonesGeorgia, U.S.A.Freshman I said where I come from
It's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta front porch sittin'
Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to heaven
Where I come fromA sudden tug and a rip, and suddenly she could feel the cold breeze on her chest. She sulkingly pouted with a tear in the corner of one eye at her boyfriend's need to, well, go hulk on her shirt. Now, she had it coming, but.... Ouch! That on dug into the back of her neck slightly! She shrugged the shirt away since it was split all the way down the middle and now fit more like a vest than anything practical shortly before finding herself be pulled down once more against the warm, orange-scented skin of her bronzed boyfriend. "That wasn't a button-bown shirt.... I hope you realize that it actually hurt a little this time." So, as compensation since Georgia was very much an eye-for-an-eye kind of person, she bit down on the spaniard's neck-- not too hard, but enough for it to go from kinky to slightly painful-- while simutaniously yanking on his belt roughly.
There. That counted as being even. Now she could go back to playing nice in an almost mean sort of way.
With the issue of the belt eliminated, Georgia undid the button and zipper of Rutilio's pants and allowed her finger tips to play along the surface of the area around his belt line without ever really going any where naughty, per-say. As she did that, she began to lightly kiss and "tend" to the latest hickey he had received as punishment for destroying her shirt I such a brute way. And once she was sure the Rutilio was really a the very ends of his already her tested limits of his patience in terms of out right jumping her and having his way...
Well, that is something only they, and anyone who may have walked into the gym at that point, would ever know.
Out Of Coke :: Yes, I'm trying to behave. I stopped before it really did cross the lines. (Even though I've already played hopscotch and jump role with said line a few times. XD)
Care to pick up the aftermath? emotion_awesome There aren't too many rules when you come here.
Mind your P's an' Q's.
Be polite to all ya meet.
Take pride in where you're from.
Tea is always sweet.
And it's Coca-Cola, not Pepsi!
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 3:48 pm
☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀"........................ Peaches...~ emotion_bigheart " Rutilio's voice was practically melodic as he pranced about in his towel after they had finally completed their original seemingly innocent goal: taking a shower. It had wound up consuming a lot more time then he originally thought it would, but that was fine. There was nothing wrong with taking your time when enjoying a long, hot, steamy... uh... "shower." He turned back to his girlfriend and was grinning with far too much self satisfaction if not outright pride. For whatever reason he seemed to think that destroying her gym shirt had been his best idea ever. Though he hadn't plotted it at the time, he had quickly realized that this meant she was limited to either cleaning the pool in her schoolgirl clothes or wearing his shirt. A girl wearing her boyfriend's shirt could arguably be considered innocent, but it could also be associated with a special lady friend being forced to take the walk of shame after staying out all night with her special gentleman friend and nothing else to change into after. Florida held his shirt out to her like he was offering her something as equally romantic and desirable as a bouquet of flowers. The Sunshine State's bright and sparkly blue eyes were brimming with near giddiness. "... Do not worry. Everyone knows you were with me so this can only make you more popular~!" he reassured her confidently. ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀<>
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 7:37 pm
George "Christian" JonesGeorgia, U.S.A.Freshman I said where I come from
It's cornbread and chicken
Where I come from a lotta front porch sittin'
Where I come from tryin' to make a livin'
And workin' hard to get to heaven
Where I come fromGeorgia wrung some of the water out of her long hair back in the shower area after the "rather delightful shower" that she had just completed with her boyfriend. Well, it was definitely needed in order to relieve some frustrations-- plus it was over-due after the wait she practically suffered through since Rutilio had first triggered "Hotlanta" before lunch. With her hair no longer dripping as much, she picked up a towel and wrapped it around herself before she walked over to where her belongings were.
As Rutilio held his shirt out, Georgia reached out and shoved his head backwards slightly. "I oughta kick you for trying to make me do the 'walk of shame' in front of Ludwig, California, and whoever that other guy was that was supposed to be cleaning the pool with us." She got to her locker and was about to change into her clothes when she realize she had a white shirt....
And no bra.
Hmm.... After little thought, she turned and snagged the jacket that Rutilio tossed during her little strip-tease with him and dropped the towel to the ground before she wrapped the towel around her waist to more or less give him the silent signal that he was going to be donating that as coverage for her chest as payment for the shirt. She grabbed the rest of her clothes and slipped her borrowed panties on before sliding the school skirt on underneath the jacket. She then grabbed her shirt and buttoned it up as best as she could before the jacket got in the way. She then untied the jacket, finished buttoning her shirt and getting it into place, and then put the jacket on like it was her own-- even if she really did hate wearing jackets.... Oh well. White shirt and nothing beneath it meant that she needed something that would help hide her Appalachians. It wasn't so much her being upset at giving everyone a good look at a wet t-shirt contest where she was the only contestant so much as she didn't want people to see Sherman's Trail through the shirt and start messing with it.
Once her clothes were in place, Georgia fished through her book bag, once more forgetting she was in a skirt as she bent over at the waist with her rump high in the air. She found a pair of ponytail holders and stood once more. With swift motions, she yanked her golden hair into pigtails and looked herself over in the mirror before she turned to Rutilio. She gave a small sigh and tugged on the jacket before pouting slightly. "Why'd you rip my shirt....? You know I hate jackets. I would rather freeze my a** off than wear a jacket, but I only own a white shirt now..." The way she said it, it almost sounded like she implied Rutilio had done this all on purpose... Which for Georgia, Florida might as well have even if it was sort of her fault for pushing his buttons to the literal breaking point. Not that she would ever fully complain.... Honestly, the results were as desirable as anyone could ever fantasize of for any perverted mind-set. Just thinking about it made her blush lightly and her heart beat a little faster.
She closed her eyes and coughed into her hand before she clasped her hands behind her back and smiled happily. "So~! We're agreed then, right~? When Ludwig and Landon ask, we tried to clean the locker rooms but couldn't find the supplies since the janitor's closet we tried was locked~? Ludwig would buy that story from the two of us since he likes us, and even if he didn't fully believe it he would still go easy on us." She closed her eyes and tilted her head to the side innocently as she giggled. It wouldn't be the first time she lied to the German about her and Rutilio's whereabouts. The funny thing was, later on Ludwig had revealed to the state he'd always known about what Georgia was up to and who she'd been with and had simply not cared since neither colonies had been causing trouble as far as he cared.
Out Of Coke :: I was thinking it too. Don't worry. The siple fact is that you and I are naughty people. emotion_awesome Nintendraw was actually nervous on if she wanted CA to walk in on GA and FL because of what we were writing. XD There aren't too many rules when you come here.
Mind your P's an' Q's.
Be polite to all ya meet.
Take pride in where you're from.
Tea is always sweet.
And it's Coca-Cola, not Pepsi!
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 11:30 pm
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Landon opted to take the interior route to the pool, which meant that he would pass through the locker room and gym first before actually reaching the pool. He did not want to return too quickly to Ludwig, for that seemed too obedient and cowed to the liberal state, and he still wanted to try and figure out where his siblings and nation friend had gone. There was no way he was going to do this pool-cleaning crap alone, especially not if he had anything to say about it...
The Californian was mildly surprised to find the boys’ locker room doors already unlocked, but he paid it no heed as he rammed into them with his shoulder to open them without his hands. Over the rush of air, he heard a distinctly female voice saying, “he would still go easy on us.” It sounded rather too familiar, and for a moment, Landon hoped that wasn’t Christian. Surely Georgia knew better than to hide in the locker room away from Germany’s punishment, right? The old kraut certainly didn’t seem like the type to go easy on anyone…
Rounding the corner, Landon halted in his tracks at what he found. Not only was Christian here, but so was Rutilio. The former was wearing Florida’s jacket over her school uniform and the latter was wearing a towel.. Wait, why the heck was Rutilio wearing a towel when he didn’t appear the faintest bit wet? No matter how Landon stared, he just couldn’t shake his suspicion that something had happened here… To top it all off, California’s gaze drifted down to find a ripped gym shirt, belt, and pants on the floor, and the first was too systematically mauled to have simply been worn down by consistent use…
No. They couldn’t have…
For a moment, Landon merely stared at the two states disbelievingly. Here, he had been working his (magical) butt off cleaning the pool—only to be loaded with even more work—and both of his siblings, including the one who had given him the false hope that an early arrival would mean a nicer German, were hiding out in the locker room with a clothes that could only have been abandoned and torn by one act, and one act alone?! Blackmailing him after what he had tried to pull on them in his dorm was fine and even expected, but lying to his face and sending him into what he considered administrative torture just so that they could elope in a public place?! This was too far.
… Once the shocked staredown was over, Landon very deliberately squatted down to both set down his pool-cleaning supplies and pick up the ripped shirt and belt. When he next stood and faced his brothers, the Westerner's gaze had hardened so much with anger that it was almost beyond recognition. A tuft of hair had fallen between his eyes.
“What. The. Hell. Do. You. Think. You’re. Doing. In. Here.” The way California asked his question made it sound far more like a threat than an actual curiosity. His voice had dropped dangerously low, and his eyes appeared maliciously blank and white. Landon advanced a single step, holding the ripped shirt in his left hand and the belt in his right in a cattle-wrangling grip.
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2012 2:38 am
☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀Florida squeaked when his head was pushed back but didn't fight it. He snickered as she picked up on what he'd been implying before putting his shirt back on although he didn't bother buttoning it all the way back up. Since he was going to be cleaning it would probably be more comfortable to leave the top two buttons at least undone. Rutilio pulled on his underwear and pants then stuffed his tie into his pocket before glancing over at Georgia and her very... creative problem solving on getting dressed. Her complaints about wearing a jacket only made him snicker when he caught the accusation in Georgia's voice. "I am conspiring against you so you'll have no choice but to wear jackets for the rest of the time you are a girl," he said as if there was some great shirt conspiracy he'd concocted. Christian had been more paranoid for lesser reasons about him plotting against her during the past when their rivalry had been at its worst. He noted the sudden blush and cough that proceeded her smile and smirked faintly. "That is fine with me. We should probably go now before Germany kills Alta..." he said before mumbling more to himself than anyone. "Lately it feels as though Alta is trying to get someone to wipe him off the map." Rutilio dismissed the mild suspicion and took Georgia's hand with a playful little smirk as he started to head towards the exit. "By the way, since you are a girl now, does that mean I have collected two V-Cards from you~?" he asked just to be obnoxious as they made their way towards what was bound to be an interesting international experience with everyone's favorite German. As they headed towards the exit Florida noticed Landon on the opposite side of the room and quirked a brow at his little brother. He looked oddly pissed and the Floridian internally sighed. He had been in such a good mood and really didn't want to deal with California's unnecessary drama. "We took a shower. I know how hard it is to believe anyone would do something like that in a locker room, but try to be more open minded about it, si?" he said sarcastically as he brushed a hand through his still damp hair and rolled his eyes. Rutilio offered nothing else because he didn't feel as though the paparazzi king was entitled to the intimate details of his love life no matter how much Landon felt like he needed to be inserted into everyone's business. With nothing more to add he turned and headed for the exit again. ☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀✿☀<>
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2012 7:19 am
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Shirking work and dumping it on him to take a 'shower'? And what kind of short left wreckage behind? Landon was unconvinced, and he moved with the two to block the door. "Explain this," he said, gesturing with the torn shirt.
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