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These Rare Moments.
It was raining again, of course. Arthur set his cup of tea down on the polished coffee table and resumed the page he was reading of a Sherlock Holmes novel, finding the quiet pattering on the window panes a nice background sound. He had just got comfortable when a pair of familiar arms, clad in a black satin shirt, enveloped him from behind. Before, the Englishman would've shot out of his seat and yelled at the owner of the offending arms, but now he only smiled, putting his book down next to his teacup and placed a hand on one of the arms.
"Hello, love." He greeted, angling his head back to see a handsome man with shoulder-length blonde hair and startling blue eyes staring back at him.
"Bonjour, mon cher~" he greeted, leaning down to connect their lips softly. Arthur shifted slightly, reaching up to run a hand through the other man's hair and pulling him closer.
He and Francis, the man who was currently making butterflies flutter in his stomach, had been married for a few years now, and had spent every day of their married lives bickering and flirting. But the rarest moments were by far the most pleasurable. The moments like these, when the two men were simply too caught up in each other to care about the little things that they would normally pick up on and start a verbal sparring match with.
Moments when Arthur can discard his mask of stubborn refusal and show his true appreciation for his other half. Moments when Francis doesn't have to worry about being pushed away or only receiving a "Not now, Frog." and a dismissive hand gesture when Arthur was working. One moment when nothing else mattered; it was just Arthur and his lover, husband, best friend and eternal rival sharing a mutual understanding of peace and affection before the bickering would start again. But it was moments like this that reassured Francis that Arthur really did love him back, no matter what he said, and when Arthur could be sure Francis would not leave him when their bickering had turned into a full-fledged argument and so many things were said that they both wished they could take back.
All of that was forgotten with the swift movement of Francis' lips against Arthur's, their tongues battling for dominance competitively, and all thoughts flew from Arthur's mind as Francis overpowered him and had somehow managed to manoeuvre himself into straddling Arthur, who was now laid back on the sofa. When they finally parted, Francis smiled.
"Je t'aime, mon amour~" he whispered, breathing against Arthur's neck and causing Arthur to shiver involuntarily. The Englishman envied the way Francis could make him feel these things so easily, but then again, that was Francis.
"…I love you too, Francis…" Arthur replied, cupping his husband's chin gently, and leading Francis' lips back to his own for another kiss.
It may seem like all they did was fight, but they were the only ones who needed to know what it was really like.
That they really did love and care for the other, they just didn't always have to show it.
A/N: random little pointless drabble, I guess. *shrugs* I don't know…I thought it was cute?
I know it was short and there were some spelling mistakes because I wrote it quickly but I think I've corrected them now~
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