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The moment the screen went black, you nearly screamed. Curse this bloody storm! Because of it, the paper you'd written about 'Scottish men and their kilts' was now completely gone.
'Dammit!' You thought, wishing to tear out your hair. 'I knew I should have saved it!'
Thinking quickly, you called up the only country you knew would have the proper information about such a thing. Scotland.
Who else?
Luckily, the phone lines weren't dead yet, so as the line on the other end began to ring, you sighed with relief. This paper was due monday, and you'd been so busy having fun with other countries and your friends, you totally forgot. So now it was saturday night, and you were expected to attend a party at America's tomorrow so you didn't want to be stuck at home.
"Ello' who's this?" the scottish voice on the other end boomed.
"Hey Alistair." you smiled hearing his deep voice. "Could I nab some information from you?"
"What kind of infrmation lassie?" he asked, seemingly sounding delighted. That was a good sign.
You let out a little breath, in order to say what you needed to without sounding rushed.
"I need information on scottish men and their kilts, for a project I'm doing at school."
"No offense dear-"
You loved it when he called you dear. Now...back to what he was saying..
"But can't ye use a computer?"
"Uhh..welll..I...uh..thought it would be nice to get info from a real scottsman!" you laughed.
That and the fact you were to stupid to save your files...
"Alrighty then lass." he replied, after that a sighing sound came from the other end of the phone.
"I'll come visit ye in a few minutes."
With that the phone line went dead.
'Thank god..' you replied, knowing the scotsman was on his way over.
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Taking out your note and paper, you began to wirte down jots of the things he was saying-paying close attention to every detail.
"An average worsted wool kilt weighs around 4.5 to 5 pounds, and each handmade kilt takes a total of about 15 hours solid work to complete."
He just went on and on, but the facts were so interesting in it all. His voice made it all so...wonderful. Snapping from you daydreams, you sighed happily again, also forgetting to write down the past five things he said.
In which....he noticed.
"Lassie? Are ye gonna finish what ya started?" he asked, pointing to the notebook with my pen making random squigly notes.
"Whoops..sorry." you blushed softly, before setting your pen properly against the paper, ready to right.
It wasn't until you looked up to see the handsome men looking you right in the eyes.
"Did you know scottish men can be feisty lovers (your name)~"
You blushed again, not even thinking if it was a true fact or not.
"Well.." he chuckled to himself. "I AM anyway~"
With that, he lips slowly met yours, in what seemed to be a sweet kiss, but he ended up turning it into a passion fest, as he pushed you onto the couch, crawled on top of you before kissing you again.
"Did you hear what I said before (your name)?" he laughed, finally breaking the kiss, leaving you red faced.
"Uh...I don't think so..run that by me again?"
He nuzzled his face into your neck while whipsering sensually;
"I said true scotsmen don't wear anythin' under their kilts lassie~"
With that you bit you lip and blush harder.
He look up at you and smiled.
"Want a bettr' look at mah kilt (your name)?"
'Dammit!' You thought, wishing to tear out your hair. 'I knew I should have saved it!'
Thinking quickly, you called up the only country you knew would have the proper information about such a thing. Scotland.
Who else?
Luckily, the phone lines weren't dead yet, so as the line on the other end began to ring, you sighed with relief. This paper was due monday, and you'd been so busy having fun with other countries and your friends, you totally forgot. So now it was saturday night, and you were expected to attend a party at America's tomorrow so you didn't want to be stuck at home.
"Ello' who's this?" the scottish voice on the other end boomed.
"Hey Alistair." you smiled hearing his deep voice. "Could I nab some information from you?"
"What kind of infrmation lassie?" he asked, seemingly sounding delighted. That was a good sign.
You let out a little breath, in order to say what you needed to without sounding rushed.
"I need information on scottish men and their kilts, for a project I'm doing at school."
"No offense dear-"
You loved it when he called you dear. Now...back to what he was saying..
"But can't ye use a computer?"
"Uhh..welll..I...uh..thought it would be nice to get info from a real scottsman!" you laughed.
That and the fact you were to stupid to save your files...
"Alrighty then lass." he replied, after that a sighing sound came from the other end of the phone.
"I'll come visit ye in a few minutes."
With that the phone line went dead.
'Thank god..' you replied, knowing the scotsman was on his way over.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~**~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Taking out your note and paper, you began to wirte down jots of the things he was saying-paying close attention to every detail.
"An average worsted wool kilt weighs around 4.5 to 5 pounds, and each handmade kilt takes a total of about 15 hours solid work to complete."
He just went on and on, but the facts were so interesting in it all. His voice made it all so...wonderful. Snapping from you daydreams, you sighed happily again, also forgetting to write down the past five things he said.
In which....he noticed.
"Lassie? Are ye gonna finish what ya started?" he asked, pointing to the notebook with my pen making random squigly notes.
"Whoops..sorry." you blushed softly, before setting your pen properly against the paper, ready to right.
It wasn't until you looked up to see the handsome men looking you right in the eyes.
"Did you know scottish men can be feisty lovers (your name)~"
You blushed again, not even thinking if it was a true fact or not.
"Well.." he chuckled to himself. "I AM anyway~"
With that, he lips slowly met yours, in what seemed to be a sweet kiss, but he ended up turning it into a passion fest, as he pushed you onto the couch, crawled on top of you before kissing you again.
"Did you hear what I said before (your name)?" he laughed, finally breaking the kiss, leaving you red faced.
"Uh...I don't think so..run that by me again?"
He nuzzled his face into your neck while whipsering sensually;
"I said true scotsmen don't wear anythin' under their kilts lassie~"
With that you bit you lip and blush harder.
He look up at you and smiled.
"Want a bettr' look at mah kilt (your name)?"
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oh my god I laughed so hard in the middle and then I stopped and kept reading