disclaimer: nu-uhhh.
request: imperfect relationship.
notes1: yup, i filled the same request twice. i love it.
summary: "And me, I took my head in my hands and I cried." It was a difficult relationship. Really.
pairing: franceengland.

Chapter One:
(he put coffee in his cup)

I woke up to the smell of coffee.

For a moment, I was positive his mother was making it, but as I felt around behind me, I found nothing but empty sheets. I sigh as I sit up and run a hand through my bedhead. It's probably terrible but there's no mirror nearby, so I can't find myself to care.

I glance over at the alarm clock as I stand up and stretch. 11:39, just around time for lunch, I think hopefully as I walk into the living room/kitchen.

He's the one making coffee, and I stare at him in disgust as I sit down at the kitchen island.

"Couldn't you have put some goddamn clothes on? What if your mother walked in right now?"

He waves me off with a twinkle in his sky blue eyes. "Mon amour, my mother birthed and raised me. I think she's seen me naked once or twice. Nous ne sommes pas timides à ce sujet."

"Oh?" I question, unable to stop my eyes from drifting downwards as he turns away from me. God, does he have a great ass. "And what will she think about you being naked in front of me?"

He shrugged and grinned at me. " 'Boys will be boys.' "

He handed me a cup of coffee and I glared into the dark liquid. "Can I make tea?"

"Je n'ai pas tout."

I cursed lowly. As I slowly stirred my coffee with a spoon, I drawled out a question. "Why coffee?"

"Wine does not sit well with me in the morning," he said simply.

"Well, it's nearly noon."

"Nearly. Still morning."

"Touché."

There is a short silence as he sips his coffee, before scrunching his nose.

"Why take it black?" I ask.

He looks into his cup with as much disgust as I had, before taking both cups and dumping both in the sink, He leaned on the countertop for a long moment, staring as the liquid slowly drained down the sink.

"Je ne sais pas," he said, at last. He leaned over the counter and kisses me, a long, sensual kiss. There was a soft sound accompanying a satisfied sigh as we broke apart, and he leaned in to trace my jaw.

"Why don't we go back to bed for a bit?" he murmured across my neck, and his breath was hot and dizzying.

"Yeah," I mumbled, feeling a hot blush spreading across my face, "that sounds like it'd be nice."