Come feel my heart, It's beating like a drum and I confess, When you're around, It's like an army marching through my chest
Francis leaned over the bed and placed Arthur's hand on his chest, smiling softly as he did it. He laughed quietly as he saw Arthur turn red when he realized how just how fast Francis' heat was beating. It amazed Francis that even after all the time they had known each other, his heart still threated to jump out of his chest when Arthur was around.
And there's nothing I can do, I just gravitate towards you, You're pulling on the me like the moon, I just wanna get you sideways
Francis remembered when Arthur had not understood why he liked him quite so much. Francis hadn't really understood it at the time either, but his answer was always the same: It wasn't something Francis could help; he just felt it to the moon and back. It was animal attraction.
I say anything I can to get more than just a dance, just tell me where to put my hands, You know you could be my favorite one night stand
At the time, Francis had just acted like himself, only much more. He would say anything to make Arthur blush. The first time Francis had ever met Arthur was a one night stand, and he would never forget it. It had been fate that brought them back together, lewd comments, tempers, and blushes in all.
You get me higher
Whenever Francis kissed Arthur, he felt like he was floating. The feeling was addicting, intoxicating.
What you do if I told you that I la la loved you, Do if I said it tonight, What would you do if I said that I la la loved you
The first time Francis had told Arthur that he loved him, it had been after the one night stand. Arthur had punched him in the face and left muttering about how it was impossible to love someone after just one night. Francis had known it was hard to wrap your mind around, but he really meant it. It had only been one night and Francis was head over heels in love.
You're like a song, a beautiful symphony to my eyes, so take me on, I wanna sing along all through the night
Arthur was truly beautiful. Even before Francis had liked him he had known it. The way his emerald sparked when he let one of his rare smiles out. Or the way his messy dirty blond hair fell just right. Or maybe it was the way Arthur carried himself, like he wasn't the afraid of anything. Whatever the reason, Francis could stare at it all night.
I'm not like the other boys, Cause with you I've got no choice, You make me want to lose my voice, I just want to get you sideways
Francis never made fun of Arthur like the other boys. The others practically made themselves hoarse shouting insults at Arthur that he didn't deserve. Arthur was perfect, and Francis would much rather prefer screaming himself hoarse at other certain activities that were much more enjoyable for the both of them.
I might just start tonight, Let me just turn of all these lights, You might just be my favorite lullaby.
Francis had never truly dated. Yes, he had sex, and yes, he had flirted to the point of making almost every girl in the building blush, but he had never dated. That is, before Arthur. Before Francis had thought it silly, why date one when you could have three? Arthur had changed hi. Now, Francis only wanted to see Arthur. He could never sleep with another.
What would you do if I told you that I la la loved you, Do if I said it tonight, What would you do if I said that I la la loved you
Arthur turned red again as he realized Francis was staring at him. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice deep from sleepiness. Francis smiled gently and said, "I was just remembering why I loved you." Arthur smiled back at him and tucked his face into the crook of Francis' neck. "I love you too, frog."