Seven Minutes in Heaven - Iceland

Reaching my hand into the sack being passed around, I pull out a little puffin plush.

My face erupts into a blush at the sight. I automatically know who's it is, and it's the person I'd been praying to get all night. 

"Emil...."

At the sound of his name, Emil looks up his bag of licorice. Upon seeing who picked his name, his face lit up as well. 

Mathias started laughing like an idiot, and grabbed both of our wrists, then proceeded to drag us into a side closet in the room. Emil struggles some, and starts yelling at the Dane to let him go.

Pushing us into the closet, Emil lands on the ground with a "Thud." while I land on top of him.

"Have fun love birds! Don't get to steamy in there though, you only have 7 minutes!"

With that said, he slams the doors close with a smirk on his face. The sound of the lock being used follows soon after.

The room was pitch black, and extremely small. It must be a supply closet or something.

Feeling around with one of my hands, my fingers brush against what seemed like a broom. Yep. Definitely a supply closet. 

Moving my hand around some, I touch something soft and silky. 

A gasp is heard, and then someone grabs my wrist.

"P-Please don't do that."

Looking down, I can barely make out the outline of the Icelandic boy I was trapped with. He had a faint blush dusted on his face, and he was looking to the side in embarrassment.

When my eyes got used to the darkness, they widened when I saw what position I was in.

Emil was lying down, his eyes squeezed shut, and a flustered expression on his face. My body was sitting on him, our hips perfectly aligned with each others, and everytime I moved ; even slightly ; I grinded into him.

When I did that, he bit his lip, and would squeeze his eyes tighter.

Gasping, I scramble to get off of him, apologzing nonstop.

Suddenly arms wrap themselves around my waist, and pull me back down again.

"Y-You're fine where you are now."

He looks to the side and puffs out his cheeks, trying to look all stubborn, but they flushed face totally kills it. 

"U-U-Uh. Sooooo."

He turns his face and looks at me, a curious glint in his purple orbs. 

"(Y/n). Can I try something?"

I pause, then hesitantly nod.

Releasing one arm from my waist, he brings it up to my face and cups my cheek. 

Ever so slowly, he leans upwards, and presses his lips against mine. 

My whole body goes rigid, as I internally fangirl. 

My long time crush was kissing me, on the lips, and on his own will. 

Unlocking my body, I bring my hands up to cup either side of his face, my fingers tangling in his icy locks. Pressing my lips against his, I kiss him back, earning a please smile from the Icelandic boy.

He opens his mouth some, and flicks his tongue out some to slide against my bottom lip, asking for entrance.

I gladly allow it, and out tongues begin the duel for dominance.

Even though I put up a great fight, he ended up winning, and started to explore my wet cave.

He then starts to tug at the hem of my shirt, getting a bit impatient. Just as he was about to start pulling it off, the door swings open, and a grinning Dane stands in the doorway.

"Times up love birds! Ooooh, looks like Ice is getting some."

Blushing like mad, I quickly scramble off him, and stand awkwardly to the side. Emil gets up and walks behind me. 

Suddenly in the next second, I am lifted up into a pair of arms, and being carried up to the direction of the stairs.

"Wait you guys! The game isn't over yet!"

Emil pays Mathias no mind. Instead he continues walking, and leans down so that he whispers in my ear.

"Let's continue where we left off shall we?"