Ludwig
is
*not* coming out of the house today, not even to train. She tried, but all the bouncing started making her neck ache after awhile.
could give her a wonderful massage.
Ludwig
will
kill him. With her thighs alone.
Francis
thinks
she could put those killer thighs to better use. And not kill him.
Ludwig
will
put her boot to good use too if he wants.
would really prefer it if she didn't. Anywhere where she would use that is rather important to him.
suggests he put about ten feet between the two of them then.
steps back. He was right about Allemagne being scarier as a woman. And he did not just say that out loud.
pulls her very oversized coater tighter around her, which only accentuates particular issues instead of hiding them, and glares at him. "At
least I am not wrinkly, useless and invalid."
Francis
has
magnet eyes for that particular area. He frowns slightly, wondering if he whacked hi--her with a flyswatter too. "That was an act of God!-
And I'm not anymore, so."
Ludwig
wonders
why she feels even more inclined to hit him than usual... "You must be disappointed, knowing how terrible you'll look at that age."
Francis
wonders
why she isn't about to jump his bones...bone...er....German women are weird. "Non! I just know what preventative measures to take."
crosses her arms and huffs. "Don't you have somewhere to be?"
smiles and shakes his head. "Non, not at all."
glares. "I could throw a ball for you to chase."
frowns. "I'm not one of your dogs."
Ludwig
thinks
he acts like one, always trying to hump things and nearly drooling over her chest.
does not drool! And...well, she didn't mind the humping those other three times, so he sees no problem with it.
blushes, not even noticing she squeaked a little. "Frankreich, really! Must you be so filthy constantly?"
Francis
thinks
she looks really cute like that. "It's what you expect from me so I might as well live up to it, non?"
exhales upwards, trying to blow her unruly hair out of her face. "You could try to change that, you know."
Francis
is
tempted to try to style her hair. "Pourquoi?"
flips her hands, frustrated. "You cannot be satisfied with that!"
might be playing dumb. "Be satisfied with what?"
can't tell - it takes too much effort to figure out exactly what she wants to say. It isn't like she's been Casanova lately. Or ever. "With-
people thinking so poorly of you! You leave little room for anyone to get close to you."
tucks a strand of loose blond behind his ear and replies in all seriousness. "That's the reason people get close to me."
shakes her head hard enough to flip her bangs back out of her face. "I was not talking about physical proximity."
"Allowing people to get emotionally close...complicates things, to say the least."
snorts. "Is that not part of the entertainment value for you?"
Francis
is
thinking of the night before, and frowns. "When it involves me and it's sincere it isn't so fun."
lifts a shoulder to shrug. "Then you should have been more careful. You cannot expect everyone to be satisfied with casual f-fucks."
Francis
thinks
his friends should be. "Are you?"
goes red all over again, glaring at him furiously. "We aren't talking about me, Frankreich."
"Why are you so inclined to talk about me?"
's brow arches. "When have you ever had a problem with *that*?"
"I don't. But I don't see how this could be your topic of choice."
Ludwig
thinks
it's a great topic, since he obviously isn't offering massages anymore.
isn't offering them because she threatened to kill him.
Ludwig
is
actually stunned speechless that Francis *learned* something.
isn't stupid! And anyway, if she wants to keep talking about him, that's fine.
shifts uncomfortably, chewing at her bottom lip. It takes awhile for pride to back down and let her mutter, "I suppose you wouldn't have -
spare women's clothing lying around.?"
"Well....considering this isn't my house, I have to say no. I have some in my wardrobe at home."
sighs. "That is what I meant."
"Then yes, I do."
just stares at him expectantly, really unable to just come right out and ask for help on this one. Mainly because it's France, and this is
humiliating enough.
just smiles at her, pretending to be oblivious, though he can't really pull that off well. He really wants to hear her ask for his help.
absolutely hates this. If she ever finds that there's an individual responsible for the horrible uncomfortable things on her chest, she will
be sure to get revenge for this one. She sighs loudly. "Bitte, Frankreich."
simply feels like giving her a hard time. "Bitte, quoi, chou chérie?"
shoots him a look that she can only hope looks as filthy as it feels. "Save it. I need clothes. You have them."
"Since you asked so nicely, I suppose I can let you borrow them." He holds his arm out, intending on leading her to a train depot.
sniffs and ignores it, marching herself to the front door. ...slowly, since it's terribly hard to march in oversized boots.
follows her out. "Do you have a car or..?" He doesn't know the quickest way to the train.
digs her keys out of her pants pocket and detours to get into the garage and unlock the car. "Of course I do."
follows her. He hasn't seen her car...but he figures it's nice, for not being a Citroën.
bought hi-..herself a nice one after the last one was destroyed. Slightly expensive, yes, but worth it for the gas mileage. She has to -
adjust the seat all over again when she gets in just to be able to drive though.
gets into the passenger seat. Germans are supposed to be better drivers than Italians, and he survived Gilbert driving his car, so he-
Francis
thinks
he'll be okay with her driving. "Nice interior."
Ludwig
is
a very safe driver, in her opinion. But so is Ray Charles when compared to Gilbert's driving. She pulls out carefully, makes sure to close-
the garage door, and heads for the train station. "Thank you. It says that way because Gilbert is no longer allowed to drive."
"That...is a good rule, I think." He examines the car's interior while she drives. "Is this a hybrid?" His own car is completely electric.
nods, keeping her eyes on the road. "He has to earn that privilege again. And yes, it is."
simply says 'ah' in response. He doesn't want to talk about Gilbert. "I must admit I'm rather impressed."
would sit up a little straighter out of pride, but she's already sitting up pretty straight just to see. "Yes. Well. Thank you.'
nods in response and looks out of the window. Berlin is a lovely city, but it would feel weird to admit it.
remains quiet for the drive rather than forcing potentially awkward conversation.
doesn't mind the silence, really, but he's glad when they arrive at the station. He hopes she won't insist on silence on he train as well.
doesn't insist on it but does remain that way even after getting the car parked and getting out to head for the train.
finds a seat by the window after getting on the train and sits. He likes watching everything move by slowly and then faster and faster-
once the train starts going, so it isn't until after the train reaches its constant speed that he speaks. "How is your neck?"
settles herself in a seat, folds her hands in her lap, and sits perfectly still and straight until Francis speaks up. She almost misses it-
entirely, actually. "Excuse me?"
waves his hand dismissively. "I was just wondering if your neck is feeling any better."
frowns and shifts a little. Her neck doesn't hurt exactly, but is just as tense as her upper back and shoulders. "It is fine."
nods and glances back out of the window. "If it starts bothering you, I can help if you'd like."
looks out the window as well out of habit. "I'm sure."
"D'accord." A moment of silence on his end. "Have you been well?"
figures feeling so awkward and more embarrassed than usual has to do completely with female hormones. That's all. "Fine. Until five this-
morning."
"I understand that. It was a shock for me when I woke up as a woman a while back. It'll go away in no time."
'hmph's and crosses her arms below her chest, thoroughly uncomfortable.
Francis
is
only trying to be helpful, but he's starting to think that's impossible right now.
doesn't say anything more for awhile. But sitting like that starts to bother her lower back after awhile. It *would* be okay to let-
Francis take care of that really...without making her look weak. She can't do a damn thing to cure muscle pains while on the train. "Ah...-
how would you help neck pain?"
glances over at her when she speaks. "Hm? A massage is the only thing I can offer aside from suggesting you get into a more comfortable -
position."
should have seen that one coming and looks completely unmoved. "I *am* in a comfortable position."
shrugs. "Then endure. I'm not an apothecary."
goes a little pink in the face and decides to do just that. She does slump a little towards the wall though, just to see if leaning helps.
Francis
wishes
he had his music on him, because that would undoubtedly fill the void right now. He doesn't care for this silence for some reason.
fidgets increasingly over the next few minutes. Trainrides never bothered her. She would sit and read or do paperwork to pass the time. Now-
she has nothing to do but look at Frankreich, of all people, and get adjusted to having ridiculous weights on her chest. Finally, she-
groans and moves over to Francis' side of the compartment. "Fine. But keep your hands up where they belong."
turns toward her after she moves over to his side. He hadn't been expecting that, but he doesn't mind at all. "I always do." A blatant lie,-
of course, but he can oblige just this once and not allow his hands to stray unless she indicates otherwise. Placing his hands on her -
shoulders, he kneaded that spot where the neck and back met with his thumbs.
's hands folded in her lap again and tightened when Francis started. The only sign she gives that it's pleasant at all is allowing her chin-
to tilt downwards slightly. This is a new body, but all the familiar tension's still there in her shoulders. It *does* feel a bit nice-
letting Francis rub that out...
slowly works his way down her spine, alternating using his thumbs and knuckles, then out. He makes sure to try to loosen her muscles-
as well as keep his hands from an appropriate distance from her ass.
vaguely notices that Francis is making a decent effort to save himself the pain of a black eye and appreciates this. Almost as much as she-
appreciates how the tension is so slowly ebbing out of her muscles. "You are good at this..."
continues working out those muscles, occasionally changing his method. "Mm, merci."
leans forward a little and lets her hands flatten on the seat for support.After working so tirelessly this week, Francis' hands and the-
subtle feel of the trains motions are almost enough to lull her to sleep.
moves back up to her shoulders to massage there. "I can move to the other side if you want to lay down and sleep."
stiffens again almost immediately and resumes her rigid posture. "Absolutely not. This is a public train."
shrugs and leans back against the window. "Okay then. You just seem a bit tired is all."
rolls her shoulders back, stretching a little. "I will live, I am sure. Thank you.
"
nods. "Pas de problème. I aim to please."
moves back over to her side of the compartment. "I'm sure it comes in handy."
"I must admit it does on numerous occasions."
rolls her eyes and crosses her legs, one knee over the other, without even realizing it. "Truly a valuable asset to someone such as
yourself."
Francis
is
somewhat amused by her posture. "I suppose. Or maybe it is more of one to everyone else."
"Or so you continue to tell yourself."
"It works well in your favour."
agrees with this, but only because Francis kept his hands in proper places.
Francis
is
capable of behaving sometimes. "If I fall asleep, will you wake me when we arrive?"
nods and shifts to put her elbow on the arm of her seat, propping her chin in her hand for a better view out the window.
shifts into a comfortable position and looks out of the window until he falls asleep. He'll most likely remain like that until arrival.
stays awake watching the scenery for the rest of the ride. When they arrive, she gets up and stretches, pleased to find Francis' massage-
Ludwig
has
had a lingering effect. Gathering her too-large pants up around her waist properly, she bends over Francis slightly. "You. Get up."
slept peacefully on the way over, but even then he wakes up quite easily. He blinks his eyes to find boobs practically in his face.-
"I'm up..."
forgot about those things. She straightens up and crosses her arms. "We've arrived."
manages to look up at her face instead. "Ah. Thank you for waking me." He stands and stretches, then leads her out of the train depot-
to head to the bus stop.
follows closely as much she hates to do so. But she can barely read even the most elementary French; she'd never be able to find her way-
to Francis' on her own. "How far is your home from here?"
waits by the bus stop. Luckily it'll only be a few minutes for the scheduled bus to arrive. "Half an hour if there isn't a hold up."
nods. "Thank you for helping me." He would buy his own things, but since this is apparently temporary, it seems like a waste of money.
"No problem. It's the neighbourly thing to do. I like to think you'd do the same." The bus that arrives is rather full, but he doesn't -
mind standing and holding onto a pole, after having to sit for so long.
tries to make herself as small as possible once they get on the bus. It isn't that hard, but she's still bracing for a crack about strippers
while holding onto a pole. "...I cannot say I would. I have no clothing suitable for women."
"Hypothetically, if you did, and I was in your position and didn't have any?" He, for once, is keeping his thoughts to himself concerning-
the pole. Mostly because if she hits him or something, it'd be embarrassing.
Ludwig
thinks
Francis wouldn't sink as low as borrowing clothing, but... "I suppose so, yes."
probably wouldn't, but that's why it's a hypothetical! "Then see, it's the same thing, except, I'm actually lending you clothing."
snorts and tries to look as normal as possible. Pretty easy, considering he isn't his normal size. "Please tell me you have pants..."
grins a bit sheepishly. "Hein...non. But at least you'll look very fashionable in what I have."
groans. Loudly. "I should have simply waited this out. I could have had paperwork sent to the house..."
"Aw, come on. Don't you want to look pretty?"
stares at Francis as though he's just sprouted an odd limb or two.
"It wouldn't kill you..." And then he looks out of the window.
Ludwig
thinks
it would, since he's usually *male*.
( she's, whatevs )
Francis
thinks
then maybe she should take advantage of this rare opportunity.
sees this as more of an inconvenience than an opportunity, truth be told...
Francis
gives
up getting Ludwig to agree with him. "Ah, this is our stop." He heads off the bus.
follows him off, but not before elbowing a particularly grabby bus rider right in the ribs. "Stereotypical..."
goes to put his arm around her waist--out of habit really. She might be Germany, but she's a pretty woman right now. "It's a few blocks-
from here. Not far at all."
jumps and glares at him. "What the hell are you doing?!"
states as if the answer is completely obvious. "Escorting you to my home, of course."
"Why are you *touching* me?"
"It's a gentlemanly act."
mutters something about showing him a gentlemanly act as soon as he gets certain parts back.
catches part of that and doesn't mind that at all, if he pieced it together correctly. "Almost there."
huffs and holds onto her uniform tighter. "I can walk perfectly fine on my own."
"Je sais, mais si je-if I don't do this I may be perceived as rude." It has nothing to do with his fingertips being centimetres from-.
sideboob.
glares up at him. "I'm sure."
"C'est vrai! It's how things work here."
Ludwig
is
extremely glad she's normally male then. A *German* male.
Francis
thinks
if she was a she more often, he could show her how to appreciate her current state.
Ludwig
thinks
Francis would have a more difficult time picking up lays with a crooked nose...
would appreciate it if she refrained from threatening him like that. Especially when he's doing her a favour.
Ludwig
thinks
he shouldn't do things to warrant the threats then.
Francis
thinks
she should appreciate the attention like a normal girl.
isn't a normal *girl*.
knows this. "Ah, well, look at that. We're here." He unlocks his front door and leads her in.
tries to push him off once they get inside. "That'll be enough."
allows her her personal space back now that they're here. "They're up in my room." He closes the front door after they are both in and-
heads upstairs.
fixes her baggy uniform again, flustered, as she trails after him. She can't help feeling like it's walking right into a trap.
goes into his room, straight for his wardrobe and starts pulling out all the girl-clothes he has and sets them on his bed. All skirts -
and dresses of various styles, but all a bit revealing and form-fitting.
stands awkwardly in the middle of the room, looking like she isn't sure what's safe to touch or hasn't been fucked on. "...I've seen-
prostitutes wearing more."
dismisses it and moves to another part of the room to find shoes for her. "Sounds like shitty whores."
makes a small *tch* noise and glares down at the clothing reproachfully.
"You can borrow what you'd like. I think you'd look nice in all of them."
"I have no idea how to even begin to wear any of that."
"What do you mean? You unbutton or unzip it, then slip it on."
picks up one flimsy thing she supposes is a shirt. "Parts will be hanging out of this!"
"Not blatantly. It more of...implies, per se."
tosses the shirt back at him. "You don't have anything less revealing?"
"I have a coat, but it's summer."
sighs and starts trying to put an outfit together out of the scraps of clothing.
lets her. He'll only make input if she makes a fashion faux pas in her selection.
picks up two things in relatively similar colors and sets them on the edge of the bed. She doesn't bother going to the bathroom to change,
but does at least put her back to him while stripping the uniform off.
at least tries to be modest and not blatantly stare. He might glance from the corner of his eye. "Let me know if you need help."
gets into the skirt easily enough, but her shorts hang out the bottom of it. She really doesn't think about turning on Francis with her
jacket completely unbuttoned. Nothing's really exposed yet anyway... "Are these supposed to stick out the bottom?"
glances over and looks her up and down before focusing on the skirt. "Non. The shorts will have to come off."
blushes. "What the hell am I supposed to wear under the thing then?"
"Nothing or..." he digs through a drawer and produces a pair of panties that aren't very useful. "this. I haven't worn them, just so-
you know. There's still a tag."
really doesn't want to know why Francis has these. She just drops her shorts and bends slightly to pull those girl-things up her legs.
Francis
is
simply a compulsive shopper, really. He enjoys the view--firm ass beneath tight fabric in the meantime.
gets those on and then shrugs her uniform jacket off, still facing away from him. "...isn't there something else I am supposed to wear?"
raises an eyebrow. "You mean a bra? You can see if it'll fit." He only has a really lacy one,but it matches the panties at least.
picks the thing up by a strap between thumb and forefinger. "...how in the hell..."
"It unhooks, and you just...put it on."
manages to get it unhooked through some miracle, but putting it on ends up being a struggle.
Francis
is
better at taking them off than putting them on, but he will help if she needs it.
does need help. It's hard holding the front part in place and trying to reach back to hook it together. And those things on her chest are
awful distracting too...
walks over and hooks the bra on while looking over her shoulder to eye those 'things' as well.
adjusts the front of it, both intrigued and disturbed by how different the thing makes her chest look. "This is like false advertising.."
"Giving yourself a little boost isn't false advertisement." Yes, he's pretty much staring.
lifts them a bit higher and pushes them together. "Yes it is! They aren't this high up without it." And no, she really hasn't noticed him
staring yet.
Francis
is
definitely watching more intently now. "But it looks nice this way. And it's more comfortable."
glances up at him. The blush on her cheeks has nothing to do with finding Francis watching her, but it darkens when she notices. "Yes..-
..well. False advertising." She clears her throat and grabs for the shirt to pull it on."
sits on the edge of the be, will watching, though he moves his gaze upward. "Do you want to borrow the others?"
turns back around, smoothing the skirt around her hips. "Nein. This should not last much longer."
nods. "You look lovely."
flips him off.
"That's not very ladylike."
puts on hand on her hip and flips him off again. "Better?"
one* )
grins. "Oui. Very classy."
smirks and returns to playing with them hem of the skirt. "...if you tell anyone about this, I *will* make your life hell, you know."
can't *not* look at her thighs now. "It can be our little secret."
makes a small, satisfied noise and glances up at him. "...why are you staring?"
"Because you have nice thighs." He gestures to a full-length mirror.
intends to only glance at it but ends up doing a double-take and staring. She even turns a little and lifts the hem of her skirt up. "...I
had muscles there."
"Still there. I mean, they look firm and all. But muscular women aren't really pretty, so..."
Ludwig
is
not pleased with this softer appearance, or the distinct lack of anything filling her shorts out. "I am not a *woman*."
[ty plurk for the notif e.e;; my bad]
runs a hand through his hair. "Well, right now you are so you'll have to deal."
practically whines. "This is horrible. It feels completely...completely...*off*. It isn't in proportion!" And by that she's referring to the
other part of her body she grabs with both hands, skirt bunching up in her fingers and rising to expose a few inches of panties: her ass.
shifts a bit and crosses his legs. "I think it's a really nice proportion. It suits your body type."
huffs. "It isn't. It's inappropriately large. As are these ridiculous-" Here she turns and touches her chest again. "-breasts. There is no
proportioning whatsoever. They hardly fit in the shirt."
shakes his head. "That's the way the shirt is supposed to fit. Honestly, you should be grateful for being so endowed."
lets her hands drop and sighs, puffing her bangs out of her face. "Do you realize how ridiculous that sounds?"
"It's not ridiculous. I can assure you many girls would love to have a body like that. You might think you're disproportional, but really-
you aren't. And at least you are far from ugly."
stares at him, her mouth working as she bites at her cheek. Then she points at her skirt. "Oh, then I suppose *this* thing is pretty too?"
nods. "Les chattes sont très belles. Her delicate folds are akin to a lily."
makes a very unladylike noise in the back of her throat when that triggers her gag reflex.
raises an eyebrow. "You asked my opinion."
shoves her skirt between her legs, trying to make shorts out of them. "Yes. But not for horrible poetry."
"I thought you would appreciate it. And doing that doesn't really help."
lets go of her skirt, blushing. "Now what?"
shrugs. "Whatever you'd like to do."
"Get my normal body back, for starters."
"If I knew how to help that I would have saved you the trouble of coming all the way over here. Pick something else."
shrugs. "What do you people do here?"
looks about his room. "Here, I mostly sleep or change clothes, watch television, or make other use of my bed."
takes a step away from the bed. "And not here? Outside of here?"
"Just...whatever. It's not like I'm a different species from you or something. "
shoots him a look that says otherwise. "You have bars here?"
"Oui, but the clubs are much better."
snorts. "If you're in your twenties."
"We both look it."
would like to point out that she's severely underdressed.
would say she's a bit overdressed for where he intends to take her if she really wants to go out.
Ludwig
will
probably regret ever leaving Berlin come morning. "...and where is that?"
"Still in the city, but we'd have to take my car."
's lip curls a little. "You intend to drive drunk later?"
"We could get a hotel by it." He quickly adds that it could be two rooms if she'd prefer.
could take a cab to the train station afterward too. ...*why* is she even entertaining this? Is this what women do when they're bored and-
relatively dressed up? She rubs her face and shrugs. "Whatever." ...and what the hell is *that*? Whatever? And in that *tone*?
raises an eyebrow then stands, deciding that she just gave him free reign to do as he pleases. "Then, shall we?"
doesn't trust this situation one bit. Not at all. She'll regret this in about two hours, she figures. "Fine. As long as you do not try to-
escort me again."
"I can agree to that." He heads downstairs, heading for his garage.
goes downstairs* /too lazy to delete]
follows after him, trying to ignore how the different these clothes feel against her skin.
leads her to the garage and unlocks his Citroën, getting in the car and hitting the garage door opener.
gets in and shuts the car door, completely forgetting that there's a certain finesse to getting in and sitting in a car with a skirt on. So-
it's sort of...up above her thighs.
glances over, but makes no comment. After buckling his seatbelt, he pulls his car out, closes the garage, and backs out onto the street.
turns on the stereo, but keeps it at a low volume as he drives.
notices after a bit and fixes it carefully. "Where are we going?"
drives like a stereotypical Parisian. "Some place with good music and lots of drinks."
Ludwig
is
just glad it isn't as horrible as Gilbert's driving. "Fair enough..."
Francis
will
, for Ludwig's sake, not drive around l'Arc de Triomphe. "I think you'll like it." After a drink or ten.
crosses her arms and leans against the door, ever the picture of a pissy date. "Yes well, forgive me for doubting your tastes."
"It won't kill you to be a bit more open-minded."
plucks at the hem of the skirt. "I am very open-minded, thank you."
"Not enough, I'd say. We're not even there yet. Give it a chance before you decide you hate it. Please."
"...fine. As long as they do not overcharge for beer."
"I'm not sure what prices for those are. I usually go for something a tad stronger."
sits up a little straighter and gives Francis an approving glance. "As long as it isn't wine..."
shakes his head. "I don't think it's even served there."
almost smiles. "Ah. Good. Better for everyone then."
clicks his tongue but really isn't insulted. "The drinks are really great, though. I wouldn't take you to a place that didn't."
Ludwig
is
quiet for a bit then shrugs. "No, I suppose you wouldn't. That would be in terrible taste on your part."
"Mhm." He falls short on something to add, so just focuses on driving and listening to the radio.
ignores the radio for the most part and keeps playing with her skirt, both fascinated and disgusted by it.
hums softly as he drives, along with the radio, save for those few moments when someone cuts in front of him and warrants him muttering -
French curses. At least the traffic isn't too bad so it won't be too long before they arrive.
grabs onto the dashboard more than once, sure Francis is going to rear-end someone. "Your people drive like my brother..."
Francis
has
quick reflexes with hitting the brakes, at least. "They aren't as bad as Italie's though." He turns off a main road and it's not quite as -
bad now.
agrees with that. Italy's drivers are absolutely insane. She'll never ride in a car with Italy ever again, no matter how late she's-
running to a meeting.
finds a place to park a few minutes later and turns the car off before unbuckling his seatbelt.
belatedly realizes she completely forgot her seatbelt as she steps out of the car, awkwardly trying to find her footing in those damn
heels. ( lol I'm assuming they're heels. xD )
[totally. for the sake of her ankles they're probably not stilettos though. I don't think Francis is that mean xD;]
locks the car and walks around to the sidewalk. He watches her as he leads her to the right building. "Need help?"
swats at him without even seeing if he actually has his hand out. "I've *got it* under control." That may not be the case later the deeper-
she gets into her glasses though. These bastards are difficult to walk in. She actually has to grab onto his sleeve to keep from pitching-
onto her face once too, though she's quick to let go.
nods and lets her walk unassisted, but he holds the door open for her when they get to that point. He intends to pay her cover--he's a-
gentleman, after all.
attempts to pay it herself anyway, after muttering a thank you for Francis holding the door for her.
insists upon paying then leads her farther inside. "Bar or table?" Of course, he has to practically yell that due to the noise level.
doesn't hear him at all. She's too busy staring at things and people and...and their various states of undress. And *dear lord* what are -
those people doing out in the middle of the floor?! Is that *dancing*? "What? I don't know, whatever!"
grabs her elbow and leads her to a booth in a corner after weaving through the mas of people. He waits for her to sit before sitting and-
flagging down a waitress.
continues to openly stare at what she assumes must pass for dancing these days. It looks like fucking. Fucking right out in public, through
clothing. She even says as much, and very loudly, without checking to see if there's a waitress or anyone within earshot.
Francis
is
rather amused by her reaction. He informs her that it's really fun though. When the waitress finally makes her way over to the table, he-
glances to Ludwig. "What do you want to drink?"
's still just as loud in this body as she is in her normal one and very clearly states that whatever the waitress brings it had better be -
strong enough to strip the goddamn paint off a boat if she's going to get through this night.
Francis
is
more amused with her being loud as a woman than anything else, and just informs the waitress he'll have what she's having, not wanting-
to lose face.
Ludwig
is
not amused so much as disgruntled. "It smells in here." Like too much perfume to be exact.
"It smells fine." When the waitress returns, he's more than happy to push a drink toward the blonde in hopes of loosening her up.
mutters about sweat and old beer but snatches her drink and downs half of it. It nearly burns the roof of her mouth off. Thankfully.
sips at his. He's not sure what they were given but it doesn't really taste that great to him.
crosses her legs under the table and smooths her skirt out. Her foot bounces idly in time to the music. "They do make a good drink at
least."
nods and takes a larger sip of the drink, hopefullly hiding his distaste for it. Next round he'll order something faggy like an appletini. -
He knows those takes good, at least.
only drinks beer when she's drinking for the taste, so the near-revolting alcohol burn from this drink is just something to suffer-
through to get drunk."Is it always this loud in here?"
keeps sipping at his drink. He'd gulp, but that's really not his style unless it's shots. "Usually louder, actually."
makes a face, mostly due to the thought of this horrible music getting any louder. But her drink's well on its way to gone and has left her-
with a pleasantly warm belly at least. She props her chin in one hand and looks off towards the dancers almost sullenly. "This is nothing-
compared to Berlin's raves."
eventually finishes half the drink, deciding to just order something else later. He raises an eyebrow at her and glances to the dancers. -
"Really." He can't see her going to them at all. "Care to show me how it's done, then?"
isn't drunk enough for anything like that. She shoots him a dirty glare above the rim of her glass as she polishes off the last bit of it.-
"Gilbert would be better suited for that if you want dancing lessons. I've had to fish him out of those places often enough."
notices her glass is empty so he flags down another waitress, intending to get her something else and something tastier for himself. -
"I assure you I can dance just fine myself."
actually smirks between her fingers. "Some terrible excuse for dancing that looks like dry-humping, I'm sure."
suppresses a laugh. "Not exactly, but I'll do that just for you if you want."
blushes and looks off immediately, her smirk sliding towards a frown instead. "Disgusting."
opens his mouth to add to it, but the arrival of more drinks distracts him. It's better he not say anything that includes 'bump and grind'-
anyway.
doesn't take her time with that drink either. The first one was pretty strong, but she doesn't expect to feel much for another round or-
two. Unfortunately, she's completely forgotten to take into account how much smaller this body is compared to her normal one. "Danke."
nods and drinks his. He drinks his slowly, savouring its taste, but at least he finishes this one. When he finishes, he pushes the glass-
away. "Do you want something else to drink?"
shakes her head slowly, pushing her empty glass to the middle of the table. "Not just now." Those two alone were strong enough to make her-
a little light-headed just sitting down...
leans back against the booth and props his arm over the back. "Dance?"
glares at him, but her eyes are a bit half-lidded. "If it will shut you up."
smiles and slips out of the booth, holding his hand out.
finds that she actually needs to take his hand to get up this time, and that heels are remarkably dangerous things after several drinks.
keeps holding her hand so she doesn't fall and leads her to the dance floor, his hand letting go to settle on her lower back.
doesn't much care for it out here either. Everyone looks a little sweaty and they're all pretty close together. This makes her unconsciously
press closer to Francis. She even completely forgets to elbow him for trying to be gentlemanly. "It's even louder here..."
slips his arm around her waist, trying to get her to face him. "But it's good music. Just one song and we can go sit back down. Okay?"
stands there starting up at him awkwardly. "Fine. One song." ...now what's she supposed to do for that one song, anyway?
runs his hands down her sides and moves a little to the rhythm of the music, not dancing yet but just standing doesn't work for him. "Do-
you know how to dance?"
shivers slightly but tries to pass it off as an awkward fidget. "Of course I do. As a man."
"It's not too different. You just have to move your hips and shake your ass more." No, that's not his hand that just slid down to run his-
-ignore his] over her ass.
attemps to punch him right in the chest for getting so freehanded, but trying to swing at him throws her off balance. Instead of hitting him
she ends up grabbing on to the front of his shirt to stay upright, surprised by how suddenly the room's begun to spin. "Those drinks were-
a bit stronger than I thought."
moves his hand back up to her lower back and nudges her closer. "Maybe you just can't handle your drinks as a girl."
glares up at him as she leans against him. She's swaying slightly, but there's a bit of a rhythm to it. "Maybe you can't." ...yes, like that
makes sense at all.
goes with the swaying for now. It's too slow for this song, but that's fine. "I can more than you right now."
attempts to tell him off by pointing at him, but they're so close that her finger lands dead center of his lips. "I can outdrink you in-
*any* body, Frankreich. Now you...you tell that bitch I want another drink and show me how to do...whatever this dancing thing is."
parts his lips slightly to wrap them around her finger before grinning and escorting her back to the booth for more drinks. "Whatever you-
say, ma chérie."
blushes just as usual but it doesn't feel the same. It feels...well, she feels warmer in a way that isn't quite the same as a simple blush.
"Right, as I say. You'll end up on your ass."
sits back down at the booth with her and orders another round of drinks. "And where would you be?"
blinks at him. "What? When?"
"If I'm on my ass. I think my lap would be a good place."
frowns at him then out at the people moving around, looking for their waitress to come back. "You'll be unconscious. Completely unable to
appreciate anything like that."
clicks his tongue and looks out as well. "I didn't know you were into that sort of thing."
tilts her head. "What sort of thing?"
"Taking advantage of an unresponsive body."
manages to look properly revolted. "I would never do such a thing. That would be terribly rude. And boring."
"Good. I don't have to worry about you taking advantage of me when I can't enjoy it." Ah, drinks. Right on time.
rolls her eyes but decides to concentrate on that drink rather than a response.
drinks his as well. He can feel the alcohol loosening him up, but he's far from getting as drunk as he did the last time he drank with -
the other nation. He's not really aiming for that state, anyway.
actually is aiming for just below that level so she can manage to stay upright in these stupid shoes. Considering that, she shouldn't be-
downing her drinks quite as fast as she is. But at least it's relaxing her the more the alcohol works through her system.
glances over at her. "Are you ready for another?"
shoves the empty glass across the table at him as an answer.
admires her communication skills, really, and flags down the waitress for another round. Might as well tell her to keep them coming.
Ludwig
will
continue drinking as long as there are glasses set in front of her. One more will probably do her well for a good while though, so when the
traybitch comes back, she sets to that one like she would a beer in her normal body.
sips at his drink slowly. He easily gets a drink or so behind her but he's in no rush. He's ready to go dance, though, but he's going -
to let her have her fill with drinking before suggesting it again.
, at some point, stops and pushes a half-finished glass to the middle of the table. All of her drinks were as strong as the first and if she
doubted earlier that they were worker, there's no question now. It's all caught up with her in a rush, making her head pound a little. Or-
maybe that's the music. Either way, the feeling's like that blush earlier, a full-body warmth that stirs in her midsection when she-
decides that her side of the table is just a bit too boring and Francis' side - specifically astride his lap, facing him - is a much better-
place to sit. "Aren't we s'pposed to dance?"
watches her, save for the moments when he glances about to people watch, particularly a couple he has a perfect view of grinding on each-
other on the dance floor. He finishes off his drink and sets the glass on the table. "Oui. Ready?" He slips out of the booth, still with -
his usual grace and offers his hand to her.
would probably be able to transform her frown into a decent pout if she tried hard enough. She huffs and scoots out, taking his hand and-
actually relying on him to help her get up and out onto the floor with everyone else. Instead of taking cues from him though, she tries to-
find her balance with her back to him and pay attention to how the others around them are doing this. ...it really does look like fucking.
moves behind her and runs his hands down her sides and lets them settle on her. Yes, this dancing looks a lot like fucking, and it probably-
doesn't help at all with the way he's dancing right behind her. Against her, rather.
doesn't really notice what he's doing at first thanks to the alcohol and trying to focus on getting this down right. Not that it's all-
that complicated. She just can't really focus all that well. "Like this?"
allows his hands to to stray from her hips to over her abdomen. "Oui. Just like that."
Friwns
Ignore that )
leans back into him and lets her head fall back. It gets easier to let Francis' movements act as guide the same as she would if they were-
fucking. Just thinking about that, even on an a small level, puts a different motion to her body against him.
slides a hand farther up as he moves against her, only encouraged by her movements, while letting his lips graze the side of her neck.
surprises herself with a high, very feminine sigh. Where Francis' hands aren't hers move, feathering down over chest and middle, brushing-
against his fingers and then past them until her own are splayed out over where the hem if her skirt clings to her thighs.
grazes his fingertips over the soft mound of one of her breasts, practically grinding on her when the rhythm picks up. [plz2bignoringmyfail]
means to elbow him for that. Honestly, she does. But instead of elbowing, her arm lifts so she can reach back and toy with Francis' hair.-
Her eyes open again and glance up at what little of him she can see, whatever's there and not too awkward for her to stretch up and brush-
her lips against. Her skirt's probably riding up her ass at this point, but that fucking hand on her chest does something to her, making her
skin tingle. That's not even the best way to describe it but it's...it's *something*.
Francis
is
pleased with her reaction, so he repeats the action but this time with his whole hand. And with those fingers in his hair and lips against-
his skin, he decides they're in need of a different position. So with the hand on her chest, he reaches for the shoulder opposite his arm-
and nudges it, wanting her to face him.
turns slowly so as not to trip herself or lose the rhythm too terribly. Once there she gets both arms up around Francis' neck and smirks.
returns the smirk in kind, reaching down with one hand to press the small of her back forward, against him, while the other cups her ass.
squeaks a little. She'd grind against him, but it's not like it's possible to create more friction between them at this point. The places-
where they're pressed together are incredibly hot, so much that it's hard to think of anything but how wonderful it feels to have him-
pressed so tight to her. But she does arch against him while dancing anyway, giving a soft moan that isn't audible above the music.
continues dancing, enjoying this far too much and not wanting the song to end. Giving her ass a firm squeeze, he tilts his head down -
to graze his lips over the side of her neck again. [/fail]
lets her nails scrape gently where they rest against the nape of his neck. She's started to sweat but in this body it's not nearly as-
much as usual. Damn women and their manageable bodies... ( no i failed more. )
moves up so his lips brush against her earlobe as he song starts to end. "Do you want to keep dancing?"
practically clings to him, a bit wobbly on her feet. "I-it would look stupid w-without the music."
Francis
is
holding her firmly so she won't fall. Probably. "I meant we can sit down if you'd prefer."
nods slowly. Now that they've stopped, she does feel a little dizzy... "Maybe for a little while."
nods and leads her back over the table and slips into his side of the booth after helping her into hers.
slumps over against the table, folding her arms and setting her chin on top. "That was entertaining."
leans back against the booth. "I'm glad you thought so." He agrees, if his crotch is any indicator.
shifts a little. The booth seat's sticking to the backs of her bare thighs and it's really unpleasant. "You don't dance like an idiot."
would offer his lap if he knew. "You don't either."
sits up, practically glowing, and grins at him. Yes, actually *grins* like a drunken idiot. "Why *thank you*, Frankreich. That means s'much-
comin' from a professional such as yourself."
"Well, I do like to give credit when it's due. I was impressed."
snickers. "So were your pants."
might just be stretching a leg out to rub against hers. "It would be impossible for it not to be.".
ignores it for right now. "Oh yeah? How come? I look that good in a skirt?"
"You do. But you'd look good no matter what you wear or don't."
shifts in the seat, pulling her legs up under her so she's kneeling in the booth, leaning on her front on the table. This of course gives-
Francis a front seat view of her cleavage. "Thas' what's nice about these clothes. Don't even have to take 'em all the way off."
really tries to keep his eyes on her face. And he's able to for maybe five seconds. "You certainly wear them well." He's somehow able to-
keep his hands off for the moment.
crawls the rest of the way up onto the table. It's a miracle that she gets turned the proper way without falling off, but she manages to-
get seated on the tabletop with Francis between her knees, heels resting on his seat, holding her skirt in place with one hand. "Just *well*
?"
takes a moment to enjoy the view and thank whichever saint made the female nation such a hot drunk. Starting at her ankles, he runs-
his hands up her legs. "Non. Stunningly."
leans forward, bracing herself on the back of the seat behind Francis, and smirks. "That's better."
Francis
is
pretty much eye level with tits, so he brushes his lips against the flesh right in front of him while running his hands farther up, over -
her thighs now.
decides that isn't enough, and that grabbing the back of his head and shoving it into her chest is a much nicer idea.
adapts quickly, nipping a spot gently before sucking, fingertips under the hem of her skirt now.
tries to be gentle about playing with his hair and rocking against him. She figures if she pushes her hips forward, it'll get Francis' hand-
wherever it's going a good deal faster.