#At Waterloo Napoleon did surrender

[disabled-sapphic]

Cannot stop thinking about how Shakira knew she was being cheated on because her husband's affair partner was eating all her strawberry jam, like was the affair partner Paddington Bear's evil cousin Elizabeth Line Bear

[psalm40speakstome]

Took me more time then it should have to realize that when someone said failure was a persons “Waterloo” they meant the battle and not the ABBA song…and the ABBA song is the only reason I knew why it was relevant to say.

[ratt-fried-this-pasta]

since my friend is one of the leads in my school’s Mamma Mia musical I specifically requested for him to scream NAPOLEON in Waterloo just so I can hear it from the pit orchestra >:)

[ask-globe]

My, my, at Waterloo, Napoleon did surrender! Oh yeah, abd I have net my destiny in quite a similar way. The history book on the shelf… …Is always repeating itseeellllfff!

WATERLOO! I’ve been defeated, you won the war!

Abd....?

[moonmoonthecrabking]

the npmd characters as abba songs bc i’m having a good time shitposting

gracie: waterloo. it’s a metaphor for the whole, you know, sacrificing her chastity and aligning herself with the lib thing. also i see her as being just enough of a dork to appreciate the napoleon did surrender. maybe i have a fic premise with one of the lyrics in mind, who’s to say

steph: is it stupid if i do ring ring? maybe, but it’s funny. and i like it. so……….. fine i’ll be genuine she gets head over heels too she’s got this she’s confident and she’s got this

pete: can’t do money money just bc it’s funny too, but i wanna. i associate him with honey honey. do i see it as probably lautski fluff? yeah, but. same difference. :)

ruth: gimme gimme gimme! (a man after midnight). grace does get on her case about the “no one to hear my prayer” lyric, ruth responds with a “girl chill”. also! thank you for the music. it’s about her desire to be seen and all. she wants a super trouper sorta life, but anyway. she gets two bc she went to mamma mia at the starlight and infected pete. 🩷💜💙

max: voulez-vous. the party scene suits him, the audacious flirting, “master of the scene” (i know i’m talking from two povs there but yk). Expectation. constantly.

richie: THE VISITORS ITS THE VISITORS I THINK THE VISITORS HAS MAJOR RICHIE VIBES

[france-hater]

[ clears throat ]

MY , MY ^___^

AT WATERLOO , NAPOLEON DID SURRENDER O_o

OH , Y E A H

[rip-us-xoxo]

Waterloo- Fred Weasley x Reader (REPOST)

Posted DECEMBER 10, 2020

Reposted APRIL 16, 2023

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Warnings- not proof read very well (or, at all, really)

A/n- This is my literal DREAM to do this with Fred (or anyone who’ll do it with me)

Based off of “Waterloo” by Abba, but I like the Mamma Mia version better, so is based higher off of that

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Fred Singing- Italicized

You singing- Bold 

You both signing- Bold and Italicized

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It was a normal evening at Hogwarts, students gathered in the Great Hall for dinner, eating whatever they could after a long day of school. Fred and George had just finished another day of mischief and were walking to join the others. 

When Fred entered the Great Hall he took in his surroundings before walking, with a slight bounce, to go sit next to his beloved, you. Y/n Y/l/n, the girl who stole Fred Weasley’s Heart. Once he gave a few of his mates high fives, he walked over to you and practically tackled you from behind to hug you. 

You giggled quietly, “Hiya Freddie,”. “Hello my lovely little sunbeam,” he greeted and kissed your cheek before sitting next to you. His beaming smile dropped a bit when he saw your face, it was like you were in a sad daze. 

Now he was wondering if that giggle you had given him a few seconds ago was even real. 

“What’s wrong Y/n?” he asked and gently caressed your knuckles. “Hm? Oh, nothing,” you brushed off his question before gloomily stabbing your fork into your food in front of you. He frowned even more and poked your shoulder. 

“Fred, stop,” you groaned and moved your shoulder to shake off the feeling. “Well. I’m. Not. Going. To. Stop. Until. You. Tell. Me. What. Is. Bo. ther. ing. You.” he said while poking your shoulder in between every word. 

“Well, there is nothing wrong so you’ll just have to annoy me until I want nothing to do with you anymore,” you told him and gave him a playful-serious look at the end and put your face right in front of his face. You could never get so annoyed with him that you two would split, but he sure was annoying you a bit. 

He closed the distance between you and gave you a small peck before standing up. “Alright, you asked for it,” he said. “What do you mean-? Fred! Get down!” you shouted as he stood on the Gryffindor table in front of you. 

“Accio radio!” he shouted. Soon a radio came flying into his hands. He spent a few seconds changing the channels, cursing under his breath for the time it was taking. His face lit up once he finally found a song that you both knew and turned it up. 

Your flushed red with embarrassment once you heard the music, it was a song you and Fred have blasted in the common room while everyone was sleeping, you two would always put a silencing charm around you two on these nights because you didn’t want someone to come and yell at you to shut it off in the middle of your jam session. 

“My, my!” Fred sang and grabbed a baguette off of the table. “At Waterloo, Napoleon did surrender,” he waved around a white flag in the air, “Where did that come from?” you laughed. He just winked at you before motioning for you to join him, “Oh yeah! And I have met my destiny in quite a similar way.”. 

You shook your head while laughing. He rolled his eyes and grabbed your hands, “The history book on the shelf-” he pulled you up, “Oh!” you squealed, “-is always repeating itself. Waterloo!” he handed you a baguette, “I was defeated, you won the war”. You playfully stabbed him in the chest with the end of the baguette, causing him to fall over dramatically. 

“Waterloo!” he jumped up to sit on one knee, “Promise to love you forever more.” 

“Waterloo!” you both sang while you helped him up. “Couldn’t escape if I wanted to,” you sang while he pulled you close to him, “Waterloo! Knowing my fate is to be with you,” he sang which made you blush. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,” you stepped back from him but he pulled you back and spun you. “Waterloo!” he dipped you, “Finally facing my Waterloo.”. 

Then an instrumental part started playing, to which Fred made you dance with him. All of the others were laughing while watching this unfold. You were embarrassed, but you were also having the time of your life so you were all smiles with the brightest shade of red across your face. Fred made you do some odd tango with him down the table before turning around and doing it the other way. Fred’s long hair was flying in the wind as he was looking upward. 

“My, my!” he sang suddenly, making you jump a bit, “I tried to hold you back but you were stronger!” he sang and started play-fighting with you so you played along by play fighting him back. “Oh yeah!” Fred jumped off of the table and pointed to you. 

“And now it seems my only chance is giving up the fight,” you said and dramatically placed the back of your hand on your forehead. “And how could I ever refuse?” you sang and looked at him while holding your heart before winking and starting to spin down the table, “I feel like I win when I lose!”. 

You squealed as you were stopped by Fred, “Waterloo! I was defeated you won the war!” he sang while sword fighting using the baguette against a non-existent opponent while holding your hand. 

“Waterloo!” he dropped down to his knees, “Promise to love you forever more!” he made a heart with his hands before rolling backwards. The sight was hilarious, but he was your Freddie, so you, once again, went along with it. 

“Waterloo!” you sang and walked toward him, “Couldn’t escape if I wanted to!”. “Waterloo! Knowing my fate is to be with you!” that line made your heart flutter. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, Waterloo!” you sang while trying to hide your huge smile. “Finally facing my Waterloo,” he winked before grabbing your hand and spinning you into his arms, making your back press against his chest, “So how could I ever refuse? I feel like I win when I lose!” you both sang while swaying back and forth. 

“Waterloo, couldn’t escape if I wanted to,” you spun out of his chest, “Waterloo, knowing my fate is to be with you,” you sang while making a ‘come here’ motion with your pointer finger. He got on his hands and knees and crawled towards you, “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,” you pulled him up with a yank, “Waterloo! Finally facing my Waterloo!”. 

“Oo, oo, oo, oo,” you both hummed with big smiles while looking in each others eyes and dancing around each other. “Waterloo! Knowing my fate is to be with you!” Fred gave you a big kiss on the cheek, distracting you from what you were doing and spun you into him once more before dipping you and bringing your head back up to kiss him firmly. Your hands got lost in his hair while everyone was cheering you both on. 

When you both pulled away, you looked over to see McGonagall looking very disappointed at you both. “Detention Mr. Weasley and Ms. Y/l/n,” she told you both before walking away. 

You both looked at each other while giggling, “Worth it?” Fred asked and pulled you out of his arms. “Worth it,” you confirmed before giving him a final peck on the cheek.

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xoxo

[khruschevshoe]

At Waterloo, Napoleon did surrender

And I have met my destiny in quite a similar way

The history book on the shelf

Is always repeating itself

Waterloo, I was defeated, you won the war

Waterloo, promise to love you forevermore

Waterloo, couldn't escape if I wanted to

Waterloo, knowing my fate is to be with you

-ABBA, Waterloo

Antonio is like the sun; Jayden knows he shouldn’t look, but he can’t help but stare because of just how glorious Antonio is. He is loud and brave and loyal and kind, and everything Jayden can’t help but love.

But he can’t. Jayden wants more than he has any right to have, and he knows it.

-aletterinthenameofsanity, i'm the hero of the story (don't need to be saved)

The perfect angst with a happy ending pairing. The greatest source of untapped potential in all of power rangers. The sheer yearning in Jayden and the devotion in Antonio could power entire power plants. Their dynamic is basically the emotional backbone of Samurai and in this essay I will-

[its-toph-bitch]

MY MY AT WATERLOO NAPOLEON DID SURRENDER

[lluu50]

I feel like if I were to make an event the prompts would be something like

It feels like I win when I loose

Unsatisfied, I skip my pride

Dancing Queen

Don't go sharing your devotion

Lay all your love on me

Don't go wasting your emotion

My, my at Waterloo Napoleon did surrender

Honey, honey, nearly kill me

He was trying to explain the laws of geometry

Disaster and disgrace

Since many years I haven't seen a rifle in your hand

[tragedykid]

my my AT WATERLOO NAPOLEON DID SURRENDER OH YEAH and i have met my destiny IN QUITE A SIMILAR WAY the history book on the shelf IS ALWAYS REPEATING IT SEEEELF

WATERLOO

[small-cs-traffic-warden]

Have you ever wondered HOW PERFECTLY ABBA's classic "Waterloo" describes Rimmer's and Lister's relationship?

First - the title and theme, of course. Rimmer loves Napoleon. He wouldn't fail to mention him when describing his inner battle of feelings for Lister. "My, my, at Waterloo, Napoleon did surrender. Oh, yeah. And I have met my destiny in quite a similar way." Oh, dear!

Second - "The history book on the shelf is always repeating itself." And we know exactly what book on WHAT SHELF, don't we?

Third - "Couldn't escape if I wanted to..." Yes, it's hard to escape as a hologram from a ship where your job is to keep the last man in the universe sane.

And finally - "Knowing my fate is to be with you ... Finally facing my Waterloo ... I tried to hold you back, but you were stronger ... And now it seems my only chance is giving up the fight and how could I ever refuse I feel like I win when I lose ... I was defeated, you won the war ... Promise to love you for ever more ... Waterloo." Is there anything to add?

[her-devils-advocate]

Waterloo.

♥. Genre: Fluff

♥. pairings: Napoleon/MC

♥. content warnings: None

♥. notes: Napoleon catches his nunuche singing a particularly odd song while she does her chores.

♥. Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45669490

♥. Word count: 460

He finds her humming to herself quietly, her delicate hips swaying alongside the broom in her hands as she gets lost in her own world, more focused on the song playing within her head than her chores. A small smile appears on his face as he leans against the wall, arms crossed as he does his best to blend in. Perfectly content to simply stand and watch his nunuche, not wanting to interrupt and have the moment cut short as she expects him to be in bed still, sleeping rather than observing her.

His eyes follow her as she continues to sweep the floor, the rising sun casting its golden rays down upon her, making her look even more heaven-sent. His admiration was cut short as her calm humming had stopped, a song now being carried to him by her gentle voice.

"My, my, at Waterloo, Napoleon did surrender."

...Quoi?

Napoleon takes a moment to free himself from the shock, a confused expression taking over the relaxed one that he held prior. 

"...Waterloo, promise to love you forevermore"

As the odd song continues to flow around him, he slowly makes his way over to the woman. The song comes to an end with a small squeak as strong arms wrap themselves around her waist, bringing her to his chest. He feels the small giggle before he hears it, her head raising to meet his jade eyes as she flashes him a bashful smile.

"Good morning, Monsieur Sleepyhead. I was planning on waking you after I had finished up here."

He grins boyishly at her own nickname for him before ruffling her hair, ignoring the annoyed grumbles and claims of "making her look dishevelled so early". After doing his best to smooth down her hair, he rests his chin on top of her head, swaying the both of them around the illuminated hallway.

"So, what was that song you were singing? I seem to have heard my name." 

At his words, the tips of her ears begin to glow pink as she realises she was caught in the act. Her hands coming up to his own, now resting on her stomach, in order to thread their fingers together.

"It's an old song from my time, a love song. It's been stuck in my head for a while now, probably because of you."

With a slight raise of his eyebrow, it was now Napoleon's turn to blush as he buries his face into the crook of her neck.

"What a strange love song...Why did the writer choose that as their inspiration…?" He mumbles into her neck, his warm breath tickling her before he continues, not giving her the chance to interrupt. "Would you continue to sing it for me, mon amour?"

[lesellieknope]

my my at waterloo napoleon did surrender

[misshoneyimhomeagain]

Chapter 14 - Part II

Summary: William and Julia, after months of nurturing a deep bond and close friendship, finally reignite their physical intimacy, sealing their renewed connection with a passionate encounter;

Tags; William NylanderxOfc; “We never go out of style”

Warnings;  18+ content; Oral sex (f and m reciveing); unprotected sex (p in v);

Author's Note: Although this chapter mostly contains smut, it marks the conclusion of the series; However, there might be additional follow-ups planned, delving into the aftermath, as I do have some ideas for what comes next; nontheless, as always, please enjoy ;) 

Word count: 4.3K

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"The road that was broken, brought us together"

It was nothing short of perfection.

The ambiance. The companionship. Everything.

Fireworks were loud outside, while inside Julia and William found themselves in a tender moment, sharing romantic closeness after their very first New Year's kiss.

It embodied everything they'd built up for months; and finally, they were here - wholeheartedly cherishing each other and acknowledging what had been simmering beneath the surface.

However, despite the tender and affectionate moment, the New Year's party continued, and naturally, there was only one sure fire way this group knew how to celebrate best.

"Alright! Who's ready for some karaoke?" Mitch exclaimed, obviously eliciting enthusiastic applause from the team and their partners.

It had been one of the minor requests the girls had made when coordinating the event with the banquet team – a small stage for karaoke.

And amidst the buzzing excitement in the venue, Mitch was the first to take the stage. A lively rendition of ‘Wonderwall’ filled the air from the speakers, and the crowd eagerly joined in singing along – perhaps mostly to drown out Mitch's somewhat brassy voice. Nevertheless, it infused a great deal of joy and a festive atmosphere.

Shortly after, Auston made his entrance, passionately belting out his persistant favourite Queen song, swiftly followed by the duo's performance of "Living On a Prayer" by John Bon Jovi.

Amid chuckles and hearty laughter, Julia couldn't resist leaning into Charlie.

"I swear, there might be a murder tonight if they butcher any more iconic songs," she joked, trying to make herself heard over the loud music.

"Don't worry, I have a way to silence him," Charlie offered a playful wink, sporting a huge smirk, which made Julia burst into laughter.

"Charlie! Get down girl,” she teased her friend. “But shit, I hope the walls here are soundproofed, because this hotel is going to be echoing with a lot of sex tonight."

"Count yourself lucky that you and Willy have your own suite."

"Oh, I definitely am."

And just as the girls had recovered from their laughter and banter, their names were announced for the next song.

"What?" They both exclaimed in surprise.

"Come on, you didn't think you could escape without showcasing another one of your ABBA performances?" Auston cheekily shouted across the room.

The girls simply shook their heads, grinning, and made their way to the small stage.

Naturally, they had to put on a show. And as the music began and the lyrics flashed on the screen, there was no holding back.

My, my At Waterloo, Napoleon did surrender Oh, yeah And I have met my destiny in quite a similar way The history book on the shelf Is always repeating itself

The crowd erupted in cheers and joined in singing along enthusiastically.

Waterloo I was defeated, you won the war Waterloo Promise to love you forevermore Waterloo Couldn't escape if I wanted to Waterloo Knowing my fate is to be with you Wa-Wa-Wa-Wa-Waterloo Finally facing my Waterloo

William couldn’t help but smile as he watched his newfound love confidently singing her heart out alongside her friend in front of his team and closest friends.

The way she shone and sparkled like a star mesmerised him, reinforcing his belief that she could potentially be the one for him. Which was a feeling he never imagined he'd experience quite like this.

My, my I tried to hold you back, but you were stronger Oh, yeah And now it seems my only chance is giving up the fight And how could I ever refuse I feel like I win when I lose

Nobody had ever evoked the emotions she did in him; that was one thing he was certain of. He wasn't just deeply in love with her; she had also become his closest friend over time, which made her someone he could confide in, relax with, and be completely himself around. With Julia, he didn’t need to pretend or put on any facades, ever.

Waterloo I was defeated, you won the war Waterloo Promise to love you for ever more Waterloo Couldn't escape if I wanted to Waterloo Knowing my fate is to be with you Wa-Wa-Wa-Wa-Waterloo Finally facing my Waterloo

Applause filled the room as the girls stood proudly in their New Year's attire, delivering the final lyrics in perfect harmony. Nothing could have been more fitting to conclude the evening than a hearty song among friends.

And as Julia descended from the stage, she was greeted with a smug William on the other side of the room. However, just as she was about to wrap her arms around him, another Swedish voice interrupted. 

"Wow, JJ – you're getting quite good at that, huh?" Rasmus chimed in as he came to join them.

Julia couldn’t help but smile. "Well, I've been practising, just to impress you, Sandin," she chuckled in response, followed by teasing remarks from the rest of the Swedes.

"It’s good to see that you’re already embracing the Swedish culture," Calle added with a smile. “It might just be your near future.” 

"Easy lads, let’s just slow it down a tad,” she laughed. "I mean, I'm Danish, so I can't just go against my roots, right?" She flashed them all a sweet smile and a playful wink, earning great chuckles from them all. 

And amidst the friendly banter, William couldn’t help but add in his own remark. 

“Don’t’ worry guys, I think there's plenty of time to change her mind.” 

The banter carried on for a little longer while more players took turns on the stage, belting out their best renditions of classic karaoke hits.

However, as the room gradually began to clear out, William held onto Julia tightly, leaning in to softly whisper into her ear.

"So, want to get out of here?" he said in a rather seductive tone of voice, sending a shiver down her spine.

His warm breath against her delicate earlobe and his hand resting on her waist stirred a sense of eagerness within her, making her curious to discover what he had in mind. Lightly biting her lower lip, she glanced up at him and nodded gently.

"I've got a room," she smirked, satisfaction evident in her expression, and with that cue, he grabbed her hand tightly, swiftly leading her out of the hotel venue and towards the lift across the lobby.

As they pressed the round button, illuminating it, both waited with anticipation for the bell to ring. And William, gripping Julia's waist firmly, couldn't contain his excitement.

However, just as they stepped into the lift, about to embrace each other in another passionate kiss, more people entered, joining them for the upward journey. And Julia couldn't help but chuckle at the slight disappointment on William's face.

"Don't worry, just a few more minutes, love," she whispered as she nestled closer to him.

And with a smirk appearing on his lips, he leaned down to her ear once again.

"Baby, I've been waiting for four months already - can’t do much more.”

Another shiver coursed down Julia’s spine as impatience also began to build within her. It had been far too long since she'd been intimate with a man, but what made it better was that she was now with someone she truly desired.

Feeling a bit playful, she subtly slid her hand to lightly brush against the crotch of William’s dress trousers, only to be surprised by the larger bulge she encountered compared to how his suit typically fit in that area.

"So, I can tell," she whispered seductively. 

_

By the third ring of the bell, both of them released deep sighs as they promptly exited the lift and hurried down the hall towards Julia’s room. And with a click following the key card swipe, they entered the room and were immediately ensnared in a passionate kiss, shedding William’s blazer. 

Yet, in that brief moment, Julia sensed a hint of nervousness. For months, she and William had exchanged banter, jokes, flirtatious moments, and shared both soft and vulnerable times. And now here they were, back where it all began, engaged in an intimate kiss, on the verge of undressing each other and sharing their most private and intimate selves.

Sensing Julia’s slight hesitance, William tenderly ended the kiss and cradled her face in his hands, resting his forehead against hers.

"You alright?" he whispered, and she simply nodded.

Because there was really no doubt in her mind that this was what she desired. What she yearned for.

Breaking away for a brief moment, William gently took her hand and led her to stand in front of the bed.

In the soft glow of the dimmed room, he carefully gathered all her hair to one side before planting delicate kisses along the exposed skin of her neck. His soft, pouty lips against her, trailing over her neck, and further over her shoulder, where he with one finger, gently removed the fabric of her dress. 

Julia couldn't help but release soft moans, surrendering herself to his touch.

Mirroring his actions on the other side, he used his other hand to remove her dress from her remaining shoulder, still continuing to place delicate kisses as he let the black fabric cascade down and settle on her hips.

Then returning his lips to hers, he passionately engaged in a deep kiss, intertwining their tongues, sharing their breath. Meanwhile, his gentle fingers made their way to her back, swiftly unfastening the clasp of her strapless bra. And as the undergarment fell to the ground, exposing her bare breasts, his hands tenderly cupped them, offering a gentle massage while he continued to kiss her fervently.

Breaking the kiss, both panting for air, William couldn’t help but offer a faint smile as he softly whispered, “So fucking stunning.”

With a smile of her own, Julia released a light breath as he continued to massage her breasts, delicately pinching her nipple.

William’s lips departed from her neck, embarking on a journey downward. He traced a trail from her neck to her collarbone, gradually moving southwards to focus first on one breast and nipple, then bestowing gentle attention on the other.

Ensuring equal devotion to each, he then slowly traced his path down her body while kneeling, planting kisses along the way. His lips descended to her belly button, halting just before the fabric of her dress.

Sinking to his knees, he gazed up at her with a smug expression, while she bit her lip in anticipation.

Simultaneously, he delicately hooked his fingers on her dress, gradually pulling it down until it gathered by her heels, revealing her black, alluring thong. And after a brief pause, during which they shared an intimate moment, he tenderly kissed the thin fabric covering her heat, prompting a soft moan to escape her lips as her hands found their way into his hair.

Very gently he bit his teeth through the fabric, before his fingers once again found a hem, and pulling down her last piece of clothing, leaving her completely bare in front of him. While holding his hands onto her hips, William’s mouth found its way back to her core, and paid attention to her soft folds, licking her up between the lips before he began to gently suck on her pulsating clit. 

“Fuck, Willy,” Julia moaned, as the man kneeled in front of her, passionately sucked and licked her needy cunt. She couldn’t help but lean a little forward as deep breaths came from her mouth, her head completely hazed by pleasure. 

With a smirk William hummed into her core, earning yet another moan, as he could tell she’d shut her eyes closed, and her legs starting to tremble in his palms. Her grip on his hair signalled that she was getting close, and he had every intention of pushing her over the edge. 

And he didn’t need to do all that much.

“Willy I-“ she could barely finish the sentence, as the work of William’s mouth, finally send those intense vibrations through body, causing her muscles to tightened and her legs to lightly squirm under his touch, as she arched her body, threw her head back, and reached an intense orgasm. 

Offering a few gentle licks, he helped Julia through her rush.

And after placing a final delicate kiss on her centre, William, with a contented grin, stood up from his position and positioned himself in front of her. "You taste so good, baby," he murmured softly, before drawing her closer with a hand on her head, indulging her in a kiss that allowed her to taste her own juices.

As they parted from the kiss, Julia couldn't help but smile.

"It's not fair; I'm the only one undressed here," she whispered affectionately.

And with a smile appearing on his lips, William took a small step back and began to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt. Simultaneously, Julia skilfully undid his belt and unzipped his trousers. She then delicately caressed his hard member through the fabric of his boxers, prompting a slight moan to escape from his lips.

Left only in his boxers, she fixed him with a penetrating gaze, casting a glance at his noticeable bulge before meeting his eyes again, sensually running her tongue over her lips. However, William simply shook his head faintly.

"I want to feel you around me," he murmured, running his fingers through her blonde hair, lightly caressing her soft cheek.

And with a gentle smile on her face, she opted instead to gracefully position herself on the bed, lying on her back while maintaining eye contact with William. Still wearing a smirk, he then knelt between her legs, delicately cradling one of her feet in his hands, skilfully removing her stiletto, and tenderly kissing her ankle before gently placing it down on the mattress. He then repeated the same gesture with her other foot and ankle.

His hands glided smoothly up her legs, past her thighs, with one hand gently caressing her tattoo, before, he positioned himself over her, assuming the missionary position. Leaning in for a kiss, he used his right hand to guide the tip of his throbbing cock to her entrance, initiating a gentle push into her warm, deep core. And as her walls enveloped his full length, both of them couldn't help but emit loud moans of pleasure.

And when he was balls deep inside her heat, William let out a light breath.

"Fuck... I forgot how tight you feel," he murmured softly, relishing the tightness around his cock.

Julia tenderly cupped his face, her fingers once again entwined in his hair, drawing him down for a passionate kiss.

William then slowly pulled out and pushed back in, gently rocking his hips to find a satisfying rhythm. Sensing him deeply within her, Julia raised her legs slightly, experiencing the tip of his member stimulating that highly sensitive spot, as her heels lightly pressing into his lower back.

The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, a mix of romance and sensuality.

It was like all the memories of their first night came flooding back, however, this time, it was much better. This time, it wasn’t just about the satisfaction of sex. This time, it was also about that intimate, vulnerable and shared connection they’d found between each other. 

With every thrust, every deep breath, every moan, and every kiss, it was sharing the deep feelings they both held inside of them. The love and care they had for each other, and the desire to be together for the future. 

William maintained a steady rhythm with his hips, that had them both feel the build up to their climaxes. His cock began to twitch within her, sensing her gentle clenching as she started to experience the familiar wave of pleasure building in her lower abdomen.

"Harder, Willy," Julia moaned, her fingers gripping his hair tighter, urging him on. Responding to her plea, William intensified his movements, strengthening every muscle in his arms, the pendant around his neck swinging against his chest. His thrusts grew more forceful, the sound of their skin meeting echoed in the room, accompanied by louder moans that filled the air, both hoping that there was no one in the neighbouring room. Because they were not holding back.

Then with his right hand, he moved it to rub her sensitive bud of nerves, helping her to reach that much needed climax, as he could feel himself coming closer to his own. 

Sweat glistering from his skin, as he increased his speed once more, and Julia’s hands moved to the back of his shoulders, uncontrollably digging her nails into his skin in mere pleasure.

“Yes, I’m gonna,” she moaned out louder than before, feeling the sense of rush flooding through her veins. “Willy, I’m gonna come.” 

“Fuck, baby come for me…” his hips slammed harder into her, passionately and roughly fucking her through her orgasm, as she tightly clenched his twitching cock. “Fuck baby! Yes!” William groaned as he withdrew his hand away from her clit, and grabbed onto the headboard of the bed, as he forcefully thrusted a few more times; and with loud grunt, he reached his orgasm, intensely releasing himself into her core, painting her walls white with his liquids. 

While panting, and trying their best to catch their breaths, they both slowly came down from their highs, and out of euphoria. Still remaining in the position, they shared smiles and light kisses, as they gathered strength to gently untangle from each other. With care, William pulled himself out of Julia, and came to rest next to her, propping an arm behind his head as he lay on his back. 

Their faces lit up with smiles as they gazed into the empty space of the room, then turned to each other, sharing light chuckles. Not because it was funny, but rather the sheer joy of having finally surrendered to their mutual desires and long-craved intimacy.

"Four months, huh... worth the wait," Julia quipped, breaking the silence, eliciting another chuckle from William.

"Maybe, but let's not wait that long for the next round," he remarked, his racing heartbeat gradually calming as his breathing returned to a steady rhythm.

"Agreed," Julia replied with a simple smile. She then shifted onto her side, resting her head on her arm and leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on William's lips.

Once again, they shared a tender moment, with William delicately caressing Julia's cheek while locking eyes with her.

The room was enveloped in silence, filled with the lingering scent of passionate lovemaking and sweaty bodies. Only the faint sounds from the hallway penetrated the air, as they both lay there, gazing intensely at each other. Several minutes passed before William then broke the comfortable silence.

“Why did we wait so long?” he timidly asked, prompting Julia to take in a deep breath before speaking softly. 

“Because we weren’t ready,” she offered him a sweet smile. “You weren’t considering a relationship, and I… was just a mess.”

William nodded gently feeling satisfied with her heartfelt, honest response, before he spoke again. 

"Want to join me for a shower?" he inquired with a faint smirk, and Julia merely responded with a sweet smile and a nod. 

“You just go ahead, I’ll join you in a minute,” she spoke with a timid voice, and after he placed a gentle kiss on her lips, William got up from the bed and made his way to the bathroom, while Julia lay still for a short moment, as she felt like she had to collect her thoughts. It had been much like their first night together, but just way better. 

They’d shared their mutual feelings, a New Year’s kiss, followed by a heated round of passionate sex filled with genuine intimacy and a deep connection. 

Letting out a satisfied sigh, she then rose from the sheets and walked to join William who was already enjoying the warmth if the water. 

Julia stood still for a moment, just taking in the man before her. His gorgeous muscular body, the hair covering his chest, as the water cascaded down his almost, slightly tanned skin. 

“Are you joining me, or just enjoying the view?” he chuckled as he saw Julia’s intense stare, prompting her to shake her head. 

“What wrong with enjoying the view?” she chuckled as she stepped in to join him under the warm water, standing closely to his body, as he wrapped his hands around her waist, and she rested hers on his chest. 

“There’s nothing wrong with it, but you’ll have plenty of chances to see this handsome body and face,” William smirked, cocking an eyebrow. 

"Is that so?" Julia chuckled in response. "Well, I do have four months of catching up to do."

She embraced his neck, leaning up on her toes to share another kiss before returning to her heels.

“Hm, that’s not entirely true - I believe I saw you ogling me a few times,” William teased. 

“Perhaps, but you did the same with me.”

“Oh, I definitely did.”

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As the morning light filtered in, Julia stirred awake to the persistent ringing of her alarm. Suspecting William might forget to set his, she had set it herself before the champagne and countdown last night. 

And after taking a few moments to admire the naked figure beside her, she then quietly slipped out of bed and made her way to the bathroom for a quick refresh.

Knowing they had to check out of the hotel soon, most of the ladies were planning to have breakfast together – provided they could coax their partners out of bed.

However, like the ever-sleepy Swede he was, William seemed firmly lost in dreamland, and Julia couldn't help but stifle a light chuckle upon returning to the room. William lay half-covered by the sheets, with half of his bum peeking out, and so, she paused for a moment, taking in how the sport he played definitely helped sculpturing his physique.

"That ass," she thought, appreciating the view before gently made her way to the bed.

Seated beside him, she gently caressed the side of his face, eliciting a loud grunt as he shifted in his sleep, rolling onto his back, revealing a noticeable morning wood.

Julia couldn't help but let out a chuckle at the sight before her. Lightly biting her lip, she mused on the thoughts that often come to mind when one sees their attractive partner in such a state.

And so, she decided to give into temptations.

Placing herself with a knee on each side on his leg, she started to kiss up his inner thigh very gently stroking his member with her hand. Carefully, she then began to place small kiss on his swollen testicles offering firmer strokes. 

William started to shift in his sleep, small grunting noises escaping his lips, and Julia couldn’t help but smirk into his skin, as his leg started lightly trembling underneath her. 

With confident, she then slowly made her way further up, starting ti gently lick the tip of his cock prompting him to moan a little in his sleep. Yet, she could sense that he was slowly come awake by her touch, only urging her to continue. 

Gently, she wrapped her lips around his throbbing cock, and slowly she began to take him further in and down her throat, coating his length with saliva, as she moved her head up and down. 

William felt a deep sense of pleasure, as he slowly drifted out if his deep sleep, and arousal was filling his body, prompting him to open his eyes, blinking a few times. 

Looking slightly down his body, he saw the beautiful woman he’d fallen asleep next to during the night, seductively taking his cock into her mouth, while looking lustfully up at him. 

With a smirk adorning her face, Julia kept bopping her head, swallowing William’s length as much as she could while working the rest with her hand. The moans that escaped his sweet, pink lips, only urged her to keep going and speed up. 

“Yes, baby, keep going,” he managed to speak in between moans as he could feel a climax building up. 

Julia understood the message and increased the intensity of her work. Feeling his thigh muscles twitching, she knew it wouldn’t take much longer, and so she eagerly strived to give him what she thought he deserved the most right now, his release.

Bopping her head, a little more, feeling her saliva drooling down his length, she could feel his hips lightly moving along to her rhythm.  And with heavy breaths coming from the man above her, she tasted the sweet pre-cum before his moans became louder, forming into deep grunts, as came to his climax and spilled his seed deep down a throat. 

“Fuck….” William groaned, as he once again had reached a high accompanied by Julia and her skilfully mouth. “Shit, baby, that was amazing,” he breathed out, as Julia seductively licked her lips and came to rest on his chest, a satisfied smile creeping on to her lips. 

“You enjoyed that?” 

“Enjoyed it?” William chuckled. “I could fucking get used to being woken up like this.”

The two of them shared a hearty moment of laughter, as William slowly came down from his high, and looked a Julia with lovingly eyes. 

“Let’s just agree that it’s for special occasions,” she smiled, leaning up to place a gentle kiss on his lips, locking their eyes, as they melted into another soft moment of intimacy. 

“I’ll look forward to it,” he chuckled lightly.

A few seconds passed as they lay there feeling the rush of lust for each other, embracing the love between them, and sharing every intimate part of themselves. 

“Godt nytår, Willy.” (Happy New Year, Willy) Julia spoke in a soft tone of voice. 

“Gott nytt år, JJ.” (Happy New Year, JJ)

[sileny-zlocinec]

,,At Waterloo, Napoleon did surrender Oh, yeah And I have met my destiny in quite a similar way''

Reminds me of Raskolnikov. 🥰