WARNING THIS IS LIME CONTENT AND VERY SHORT! CONTINUE IF YOU'RE OK WITH THIS!
You were staring at England, curious about his eyebrows. An odd question had been bothering you. Was his eyebrows as soft as his hair or was it a different texture? Your attack was aimed at his reading time. Which was right now, smirking you dashed for your chance and rubbed them. They were sorta softer than you expected of them. In your moment of confusion you failed to notice his squirming, red face, and muffled noises. "Nnnghh" he squirmed and brought you out of your phase when he grabbed your hand and the book clattered to the floor. He kissed you desperately, licking your bottom lip for entrance. His hands roaming your body. He pulled away gasping for breath face scarlet, eyes filled with lust and love. He kissed you again, pulling you into his lap. A breathy whisper of apologies against your lips," Sorry for this, love... but you've pushed me past my point... I need you..." And things started to get heated.
~♡ Oh boy that was sorta strange to write but whatever the rest is up to your imagination -Midnight the wolf signing off!♡~