Antonio stretched in the bed while listening to the ticking sound of the clock. He had waited for Arthur for some time now. He became more and more impatient, he almost thought about leaving his lover, but he entered at the door then. The Spaniard smiled when he saw Arthur. He looked the same way as in the past. He wore black pants, and a loose shirt. In his fancy coat the cute shining patterns, and his black gloves highlighted his figure greatly. A feather decorated his hat, and he even wore an eyepatch, as it couldn't be left out. He smiled self-righteous.
- What are these stuff? - The Spaniard asked it, while he hugged him.
- They're reminding me that I'm stronger... Mr. Great Spanish Armada.
- Oh.. - He grumbled, then he pulled him toward himself to a powerful kiss - You scumbag... It was the weather. If if hadn't been the tempest, you would have lost. - He said it persuasive with an angry eye.
- You're not that good at the sea... - He rolled his eyes, then ge gave a kiss to the Spaniard's neck.
- But in other things, I am... - He stroked into his hair, and called Arthur's lips to a gentle dance, but this time he took the lead.