Drunken Roses

The Monacan hadn't expected to have company when she went to the bar. After the world meeting that day, she desperately needed a drink to cool her mind down. It had almost been another meltdown for her, but she had just managed to avoid a panic attack, luckily. Now all she needed was a good drink high in alcoholic content. She should have realized that there would have been a certain blond staring into a glass of amber liquid as well. "Arthur?"

The Brit looked up in surprise, still incredibly clear in the eyes. Emilie figured that he had yet to drink himself into a mumbling, depressed stupor. "Emilie. I didn't think that you of all people would come into here. A bit low class, wouldn't you think?" he joked.

She couldn't help but giggle a little as she slid onto the bar stool next to him. "Usually I would go to a casino and play a few hands, but after today I don't think I can handle outsmarting the other players," she replied with a tired smile before returning a question. "What of you?"

"Ugh, the usual. Alfred being an idiot, Francis being a pervert, you know how it goes."

"So, I'm not the only one who is tired of Francis trying to get into everyone's pants?"

"Heavens no! It's infuriating how he continues to use terrible pick up lines!"

"And how he assumes you'll say yes!"

"And when he invades your personal space!"

"Or ruffles your hair like you're a little kid again!"

The two stared at each other before slowly grinning at each other, and they touched their glasses together in agreement with a light clink.

One drink became two, then three, then five. It wasn't long before they both were getting close to smashed on the high-quality liquor. Their conversations had ranged from Francis' perverted antics, to the sheer obliviousness that Antonio had the tendency of showing, to the narcissism of Gilbert and then to the idiocy of all three. Then they were talking about the politics of the others' countries, asking after their royalties and glad to hear that both royal families were thriving.

"A-and th' wedding wash beautiful!" Arthur slurred, wiping a tear from his eye. "I didn' man-manage to catch the bouquet~ so no marriage fo' me!"

"I have a secret," Emilie exclaimed, almost knocking the bottle of liquor over. "I am sho shcared o' marriage. M-my royal family…has a curse! No Grimaldi can have true happiness…" She sniffled and plopped her head on her crossed arms, pink lips pouting. "An'…an' yet I really wanna know wha' it's life ta be in love…I've never been in love…"

Arthur drunkenly reached over and patted her shoulder, only to fall a little against her. To accommodate the sudden off-balanced action he wrapped his arm around her in the means of a hug. "I-it'sh not tha' great…really. Love can shuck." To his surprise she snuggled up against him, which made his cheeks glow redder than what they already were from the liquor.

"Bu'…it wouldn' be too bad…just onshe…" she mumbled against his shoulder.

He couldn't help but smile softly and he leaned his head against hers. "Mm…maybe you will…" At the chime of the clock he winced. "Ugh…we shoul' ge' back ta th' 'otel…"

"I dun wanna!" she groaned. "I dun wanna go back ta my room. Franny's there," she grumbled.

Arthur wrinkled his nose and shook his head. "Come ta mine. We can play hooky!" Emilie grinned and nodded, the two paying their tabs and stumbling back to the hotel, drunkenly giggling before Arthur decided to try and sing an old punk song. Emilie, not wanting to be outdone, chimed in. The two almost fell into the lobby and were scolded by the receptionist. The blond merely gave her the finger before they staggered into the elevator. It seemed to slowly go up the floors—too slow. Arthur looked at the drunken woman with him and was struck by how beautiful she suddenly seemed in the light of the elevator.

"Arthur? Wha' is it?" She blinked up at him curiously, trying to get rid of the fog that was manifesting in her head. He couldn't resist, and he tilted her chin up to press a passionate kiss against her lips. There was a muffled squeak from the brunette as her blue eyes widened in surprise. It didn't take her long before she returned the kiss with just as much passion. He pressed her against the side of the little box and kept an arm wrapped around her. A pair of slender arms snaked around his neck and he was startled at the eager nip to his lip.

Emilie pulled away and smirked up at him. That simple expression alone made desire shoot down his spine and pool in his lower stomach. "Is there somethin' you want?" she purred. Arthur growled softly and returned the smirk.

"Oh, yes," he growled back. He was about to kiss her senseless when the elevator chimed. He couldn't stop the groan that escaped, and Emilie couldn't help but giggle at the disappointed look on his face. Wordlessly she took his hands and dragged him out of the elevator. He caught on and smirked, taking the lead and pulling her down the hall, fumbling for his room key and managing to get it open. With the door shut behind them he immediately pressed her up against it, one hand going up her leg and under her skirt. She groaned softly and returned the kiss with equal enthusiasm. Nimble fingers were quickly working at his shirt and he broke the lip lock to just yank the shirt off himself.

Emilie's eyes seemed to gleam in the half-light of the moon streaming through the window as she took in the sight of him, and she immediately started to kiss and nip along his neck. He groaned softly and started to unbutton her own shirt. After a few moments of fumbling he growled in frustration and yanked it open, buttons flying everywhere. He pulled her away so he could lay eyes on her properly. The black bra she had on was rather lacy—a surprise considering her shirt was white. How'd he not recognize that?

No matter, the fact that there was a hand suddenly down his pants rubbing his length was a wonderful distraction. He leaned into the hand with a soft groan and reached one hand up to knead one of her breasts. They were a C cup at least, fitting nicely in his hand. He was certainly loving the moment, or so declared his hum.

And by the moan that escaped from Emilie, she was enjoying it as well. She leaned up into his hand and pulled him into another sloppy kiss, undoing his pants completely so she had better access to his vital regions. He was completely hard in a matter of moments by her surprisingly skilled hands, considering their inebriation. The kiss was full of passion and lust as the two rubbed against each other. They broke apart for air and they couldn't help but give each other equally cocky grins. Sky hues glanced over at the bed, and excited emeralds shone in agreement.

The two fell on the bed in a tangle of limbs, lips, and tongues, rolling as each tried to be the one on top. Emilie was the one to triumph and she pinned him down by the shoulders, grinning at him and straddling his hips. "Next time you can top, but this round is all me," she purred, leaning back down nipping his bottom lip.

Arthur looked up at her and felt a shiver go down his spine at the predatory look in her eye. There was always something that he loved about a woman in charge, and it was clear that the brunette on top of him was asserting her control. Well…this time, anyway. There was no way he was going to let her top all the ti—

"Oh god," he groaned out at the sudden grinding against his groin. "You're a bloody tease…"

"I know. ~" she purred with a smirk. At the pair of hands that snuck under her skirt to grip her rear she moaned softly. She lifted herself up on her knees enough for him to tug her panties down and moved so he could completely take them off. "We're not even…bothering to get all clothes off, I see," she observed, pulling his pants and boxers down. When his erection bobbed free of the cloth confines she licked her lips with anticipation.

"Like what you see?" he asked with a wide smirk. Her only response was to bite at his neck and leave a red mark behind, positioning herself above him. He groaned and held onto her hips as she lowered herself onto him, shuddering herself at the sensation. "Nn, Emilie…"

"O-Oui, Arthur?" she murmured, adjusting herself with a moan. God, he felt so good inside her, it had been far too long since she had had someone to share her bed. "Oh Dieu…"

"God's, you're tight," he groaned. The heat around him felt almost too good and he bucked a little up into her, pulling a moan out of the Monacan on top of him. She began to ride him, slow at first but quickly going faster as the both of them realized they really did not want to go slow at all. The pleasure was what they so desperately craved, and they were certainly giving it to each other. "You're just a hot little thing, aren't you?" he growled up at her.

"You should talk," she groaned in reply, moving her hips in slight circles as she rode him. The tip of her braid fell over her shoulder and brushed against his cheek, tickling it slightly. "You look incredibly delicious, under me. I rather like you submitting to me," she purred.

Emerald eyes, darkened with lust, narrowed and he tightened one hand on her hip as the other wrapped around the back of her neck. "Don't get used to it, Pet. I don't intend on letting you top too often."

Sapphire eyes glittered with amusement and desire. "Oh, I can't wait to see," she growled, kissing him harshly. The two fell into a fast rhythm of bucking and grinding, their moans and murmured words of lust filling the air. It didn't take either of them long to find themselves on the brink. At one certain roll of her hips Emilie cried out in ecstasy, back arching as he hit a spot inside her.

"Found it," he growled, bucking his hips up to continuously hit that spot. "Fuck…!" He pulled her into another deep kiss as he felt the coil in his lower stomach tighten almost painfully. A few more hard thrusts and one last roll of their hips had both of them vocalizing their shared climax.

Emilie managed to balance herself before she fell completely on top of him, panting as much as Arthur was. "Ohh, mio dio," she mumbled, slowly moving off him with a groan.

"God, that was good," he said softly, feeling himself fall from the high of ecstasy and into the lazy afterglow. He managed to kick off his shoes and looked at the woman next to him. "Staying?"

"Si," she replied, kicking her own heels off. "I'm not going back to my room, Francis will ask too much." She flopped next to him and curled up to him, nuzzling close as an arm wrapped around her. "Sleep sounds good though…"

"That it does…"

It had been one of the few times either of them had gone to the bar and didn't go home in tears.