England x Reader: Playing Punk

      "Are you messing in my things again, ______?" Arthur called from the hallway. He rarely let people see his private rooms because they'd either laugh or not care. You, however, seemed to enjoy his rooms of different paraphernalia of his phases. You had latched on to one room in particular. 

      "No...." you answered back. "Well, maybe a little." 

      He stopped outside the door. Trying to open it, he found you had locked it. "What're you doing in there, dear?"

      "It's a surprise," you giggled from the other side of the door. Arthur sighed and said he was going to make tea. He left, muttering about his lack of privacy with you around. 

      Inside the room, you looked yourself over in the mirror. You felt remarkably pleased with your work. You added small touches to your outfit here and there, then proceeded to walk out into the hall to find your favorite Brit. 

      You found him leaning over the counter, staring out the window. He enjoyed looking at his garden when he wanted to think about things. You momentarily wondered what he was thinking about, then silently hopped up to sit on the counter behind him. 

      "Hey, Artie, is the tea done yet?" you asked normally, making him jump in surprise. 

      "Yes, just about-" he broke off when he turned around to see you. 

      He looked at his own black boots on your feet, trailing up to find his equally black skinny jeans tightly fitted on your legs. The chains jingled against the hard counter top. You wore a ripped and tore band tee that loosely hung off your shoulders. You had given your hair a tussled messy look and even through on eye liner and mascara for good measure. 

       You jumped down. "Cat got your tongue? Or have you just not seen someone this hot in a long time?"

      Sauntering off to the living room, Arthur trailed behind you. Still unable to speak, he continued to look you up and down. You whipped around, walking towards him now, backing him up against the wall. You put your hands on either side of him, and whispered in his ear.

      "Enjoying yourself?"

      He suddenly found his voice. "_____, I don't think this is a good idea...."

      "Why not?" you asked, kissing slightly around his neck and collarbone. You felt his heartbeat pick up, and smiled. 

      "Because this isn't like you...." he groaned as you kissed around his jaw line.

      "How so?" you teasingly inquired, running your hands on his chest.

      Arthur's voice got more stern and stable. "Because you're usually not this stupid."

      "Huh?" you said in shock, taking a few steps back.

      "You should know better than to try and play punk with me," he looked down at you, his green eyes sparking. "But it was cute to see you try."

      You tried to take another step back, but fell over the arm of the couch. He crawled over you, pinning you down on your back. His hot breathe gave you chills as he bit on your collarbone. You moaned a bit as he moved up your neck. He pulled away as he neared your awaiting lips and smirked. 

      "What's wrong, love? 'Cat got your tongue? Or have you just not seen anyone this hot in a while?'" he mocked, staying just above your lips. 

      You blushed and turned your head. Carefully, he pulled you into a sitting position, where you pushed him down on his back. He grinned in amusement, letting you have your moment. 

      Slowly, you pressed your lips to his. Quickly, Arthur realized you weren't playing around and closed his eyes. Moving your lips in sync, both of you began to relax into the kiss.

      He slowly winded his fingers into your hair, messing it up further. You ran your hands over his shirt, unbuttoning it. He pushed you back into sitting position and pulled away from the kiss, smiling slightly.

      "I though you were gonna keep it sweet, love," he said in his normal voice, fixing his shirt. You pouted, but he gave you a small kiss. "Go get out of my clothes please."

      "But Artie, I like your clothes better than mine," you mock whined.

      "Well, dear," he was heading back to the kitchen, but turned around at your words, his green eyes sparking again. "I didn't say for you to put any back on...."