Unfair Advantages
Arthur hated being short. Espeacially since his lover, Francis, was tall. It just wasn't fair.
When they had been younger, and just friends, Francis had been taller than him. When they had been pre-teens, and Francis had made fun of Arthur, Francis had been taller. When they were teenagers and they had- finally- admitted thier feeling, Franics had been taller. And now, as young adults, while living together, Francis was still. Taller. Than Arthur.
Still.
And it angered Arthur to no end. Do you have any idea how hard it is to look menacing and pissed when you had to tilt your head up, like a fucking child? Really hard.
So Arthur had to hold his ground, glaring at Francis. He couldn't let Francis feel like he had won the argument. Not this one, not because of his heigth(the real reason Francis ever really won).
It wasn't like this argument was anything special. It was the principle.
"No, Francis, I will not tell you what I got you for Christmas. You don't have that long left to wait, and I want it to be a surprise."
"But Lapin, how am I supposed to be sure my gift is good enough unless I know what I have to compeat with?" Francis said, with large, innocent eyes.
"Well, that's not my problem now is it?" Arthur said, cossing his arms, head still tilted up. He groned inwardly at the unfairness of the world.
"But it will be December 25th, now won't it." Francis grinned triumphantly.
"I'm sure whatever you have in mind is just wonderful." Arthur could feel himself starting to crack, not only because of Francis's constant cmplaining, but because his neck was starting to hurt from being tilted in theis position. They had been arguing for about half an hour at this point, and Arthur had to keep his glare firmly trained on Francis.
Before Franics got a chance to say anything else, Arthur turned and walked into the next room. The den. He plopped down on the couch and sighed, resting his head against the back of the couch and closing his eyes. He covered his face with his hand. That was not good. Francis was always winning because of his heigth.
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Later that evening
Arthur walked into the kitchen, following a delicious scent. He smiled slightly at the sight of Francis cooking something. He walked slowly into the kitchen and tried to peek over Francis's soulder. But, of course, he couldn't see. He huffed and moved over to the side of Franics. He didn't even know what the hell Francis was cooking. He couldn't help the glare on his face.
Francis looked over at him. "What's the matter, mon cher?"
"Nothing." Arthur said, still glaring.
Francis wasn't buying it. "Tell me what's wrong."
Arthur sighed. "I just hate that you're taller than me," he muttered, now slightly embarressed.
Francis chuckled and said, "Ah, but there is a wonderful advantage in it."
"Oh yeah? And what might that be?" Arthur asked, still glaring.
Franics turned and pulled Arthur into a bug hug.
"Because. When I hug you, you're head lies right on my heart, and so you can listen as it beats, only for you," Francis held Arthur tightly, and leaned down, kissing the top of his head.
Arthur blushed, his ear lying on Francis's chest, and he did hear Francis steady, strong heart beat. "Only for you."
Being short isn't bad, Arthur thought, not bad at all.