"Mmph..." Arthur rolled around in the satin sheets. His light-headedness and strangely sore lower back overwhelmed him with desire to return to his splendid slumber. Tired emerald eyes fluttered open to take in the morning, only to meet a mysterious blonde figure lying beside him.
"Good morning, sunshine," Francis greeted his bedmate with a toothy grin and morning breath that still somehow smelled of roses.
"Oh, what the hell," he grumbled. His sleepy expression snapped into a scowl and he immediately shielded his bare self with the comforter.
"I'm guessing you're not a morning person?" Francis's sarcastic tone bled through the words. In return, he received an eyeroll and a slight slap to the shoulder. "If you were wondering what happened this time, we went out drinking together, you got wasted (as usual), and practically threw yourself at me," Francis explained with a hint of a smirk. Arthur could only cringe while imagining how much he must've embarrassed himself.
Francis saw this cringe and raised him a half-hearted compliment. "You're actually quite cute when you're drunk and let loose. It makes you less uptight."
"Oh, please, you only enjoy befuddling me with alcohol to get my clothes loose!" Arthur spat, trying to hide his blush with a grimace.
"Not true! You, mon ami, were the one to first offer sex. Not me. You know what they say, wine is liquid courage," Francis flirted.
"Will you shut up with your constant smooth-talking rubbish!" Arthur turned away to conceal his pink tinge.
"Make me!" Francis challenged. By a surprising turn of events, what he received next would not be a punch or a hit; it was a smack of a different sort, of lips against each other. Arthur had rolled back over to face his crush, sealing his words off with an unspoken embrace of tongue. After a second of initial shock they grasped each other's cheeks, thirsty for their affection. They released from each other with wide, unsure eyes.
"Well then," the elder of the two was the first to speak. The argumentative pair was now at a loss for words - this had been their first sober kiss.
"I- umm, I don't know what to say..." Arthur mumbled, surprised by his own sudden actions.
"Are you trying to tell me you like me?" Francis flashed a pleased smile.
"Yeah. I think so," he said, trying not to cower from his boldness. Francis slinked his arms around the brit, holding him securely against his chest.
"That's great," Francis whispered, "because I've always loved you." The couple curled up into each other, bickering transformed into bliss.
