"I'm 'ome mon cher!" Francis called out as he walked into the house. His hair was tied back into a loose ponytail and his sleeves were rolled up to the elbows. He set his briefcase down by the end table and listened out for any sign that Arthur was in the house. He heard the clinking of delicate china and the shuffling of a newspaper coming from the kitchen and followed the noise. He walked into the tidy kitchen and saw Arthur standing by the stove in his usual green sweater, lifting the kettle off the eye and pouring some of the steaming water into a teacup.
"Hello frog," the Brit replied, glancing over his shoulder as he set the small kettle back on the stove. He dipped the teabag a few times, letting the leaves spread and flavor the hot water before tossing it. Normally let the bag float in the water, but decided to change for the day. Francis smiled at the old name and walked up behind the blonde.
"'Ow are you today mon amour?" he asked, wrapping his arms around the man's waist. Arthur let a small smile grace his lips and threw his hips backwards gently to push the Frenchman off him.
"Ready for a cup of tea," he said, straightening out the newspaper as he made his way to the living room. Francis smirked and followed behind him.
"I zink I might 'ave a better idea," he murmured teasingly in Arthur's ear. The smaller managed to contain his shudder and snorted slightly. He tried desperately to ignore the large hand on his neck, kneading into the tense muscles.
"Oh really? And what would that be?" he inquired sarcastically, letting his eyes rove over the wilting paper in his hands. Before he could even shout in surprise, Francis had grabbed his chin from behind and turned him with a grace that Arthur could never achieve on his own, and kissed him. The Brit's emerald eyes went wide as Francis moved his lips smoothly against his own. He could feel his tea spilling over the edge of the cup and scalding his fingers, but he was quickly starting to not care.
He dropped the paper and the cup onto the carpeted floor, not really able to comprehend much. He turned to face Francis completely, and moaned slightly when the man's tongue swiped across his lips. He let his eyes flutter closed, finally able to take in what was going on. Francis pulled back, swallowing and breathing heavily.
"Is zat a better idea?" he breathed, running his fingers delicately over Arthur's smooth face. The Englishman blushed crimson and nodded.
"B-but what about the carp-" He was cut off by soft, warm lips pressing against once more. He sighed as a hand ran down his back and then up again underneath his shirt.
"You worry too much mon cher," he whispered, nipping lightly at the sensitive skin of Arthur's neck. The blonde shuddered and ran his fingers up to knot in Francis' hair. "Would you like to take zis to ze bedroom?" he asked. Arthur whined slightly in the back of his throat and nodded. "Ohonhon. Come Arzur." He grabbed Arthur's wrist and tugged him, rather quickly, up to their bedroom.
Short and Sweet!
Once again, BiologyofPencils has let me write a story for one of her amazing pictures! I'm not a FrUKer, (USUK! XD) but the picture was just too good to pass up! I really hope you like it! I'm hoping if it's up to your expectations, that I shall be allowed to write stories for more of your pictures! if not, i understand completely! They are just so utterly wonderful! Okay, so here's the picture -[link] Go check it out!
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