A Regular Morning
Francis opened his eyes at the sudden pain in his leg. He frowned, wondering where it had come from. He winced as the pain returned, frown disappearing when he realized the source of the pain.
Arthur was kicking him in his sleep.
Francis rolled his eyes, gently reaching down and pushing Arthur's leg away from his own. Arthur snorted in his sleep and swatted the arm lazily away. Francis grabbed the hand that was blindly trying to find him and raised it to his lips, kissing the knuckles gently.
Arthur opened his right eye in surprise. "What are you doing, frog?" he growled, snatching his hand away from Francis.
"Good morning, mon cher," Francis said cheerfully, leaning down to kiss Arthur. Arthur pushed the Frenchman's face away.
"Not until you brush your teeth; you have morning breath," Arthur grumbled, rolling over. Francis rolled his eyes, grabbing Arthur by the waist and pulling him in, laughing at Arthur's surprised squawk. "What are you doing?" Arthur hissed furiously, hitting Francis's arms in an attempt to get the other man to release him.
"Good morning, mon cher," Francis repeated, leaning in and kissing Arthur's neck. Arthur shivered, kicking Francis in the shins. Francis let out a howl and released Arthur, giving Arthur the chance to roll away to freedom. "That wasn't nice," Francis said with a pout, massaging his shins.
"That's what you get," Arthur grumbled, getting out of bed and standing up. "I'm going to make some tea – d'you want some?" Arthur asked. Francis pulled himself into a sitting position, scratching his chest absently while rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
"I'll have some coffee," Francis replied and Arthur nodded, walking out of their bedroom. Francis slid out of bed and made his way to the washroom, noticing that Arthur had left the toothpaste on the counter rather than putting it away like Francis preferred it being.
"Coffee's on the table," Arthur said as Francis entered the kitchen. Francis nodded and sat down at the table, pulling down the newspaper Arthur was reading to kiss the Briton on the lips. Arthur turned a bright red but didn't pull away.
"Good morning, mon cher," Francis said happily, taking a sip of his coffee.
And that's how a regular morning at the Kirkland-Bonnefoy house would go.
A/N: Just a small drabble for a meme I did.
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