Thump.
Down went Antonio, Francis grinning as he straddled the Spaniard's waist.
"Francis what are you doing?" Antonio asked, frowning in surprise in confusion- bless his thick skull.
"Pouncin'." Francis shrugged.
"Why?"
"'Cause I want to." Francis pouted. "Jeez, do I need to have a reason?"
Francis took hold of Antonio's collar, pulled him up and smirked into his green eyes.
"Wanna wrestle?" he chuckled, his sultry challenge making Antonio shudder.
"I can't."
"Why not?" Francis asked, disappointed.
"Because I promised Lovino."
"Promised what?" Francis's voice was hard. Antonio winced visibly at Francis's mood change
"I promised Lovi I'd only... wrestle..." he stressed the word, "with him."
Francis raised an eyebrow. "Wrestle, or... wrestle?"
"Um... wrestle." Antonio chuckled.
Francis was quiet for a long time. And then a slow, amorous smile spread across his face.
"Next time," the French man said slowly, still grinning, "can I join you?"