Kenzie: Short drabble is exceedingly short. 361 words, to be exact. Anyway, happy (early) birthday, Iggy! Just a little FrUK fluff as a birthday present.

Summary: …What's that? Plotless fluff.

Nashi: Kenzie-san does not own anything. Don't try to sue her; you won't get much out of it.

Joyeux Anniversaire

"Joyeux anniversaire, mon petit lapin," breathed a deep voice in my ear. I shuddered, earning a soft chuckle, arms encircling my waist.

"I-I'm not your rabbit, frog," I stammered, attempting to salvage what little of my dignity was left. This probably would have worked better if I hadn't reached up and blindly lace my fingers through his hair, angling my head upwards to receive a kiss, while I said that.

"Ah, that is what your mouth says, but I know better, mon cher," whispered the man behind me, blowing gently in my ear.

"Francis, just shut up and bloody kiss me, you git," I growled. Francis chuckled again, complying quickly. The kiss was harsh and passionate, each of us desperate to feel the other. After the first kiss, I stood to even the heights. He reluctantly released his hold on my waist for that moment, immediately ensnaring me once more as soon as I was up, his hands playing with my waistband. My arms went to his neck, his hair, his shoulders, his chest, mapping out the body I knew so well.

One kiss turned to two, two turned to four, four turned to eight, and soon we lost count, losing ourselves in the bliss that came with our kisses. He pressed me up against a wall; I began attempting to unbutton his shirt. We stumbled down the hall to the master bedroom together, never breaking our kisses for longer than a second. Tearing off our shirts, Francis began to-

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As we lay in bed, slowly drifting off to sleep, Francis leaned over and pressed a gentle, loving kiss to my lips. I smiled sleepily, kissing him back. I felt him whispering words against my lips; I concentrated in order to figure them out.

"Je t'aime… Je t'adore…"

I pressed another kiss to his lips after realizing what he was saying. "Bloody romantic…" I mumbled, not without love. I wrapped my arms around him, pressing my face into the crook of his neck. "…I love you, bloody frog."

"Joyeux anniversaire, mon amour," he whispered, giving my forehead one last kiss before embracing me as we drifted off to sleep.

Kenzie: Like I said, short drabble is short. Translations, anyone?

Joyeux anniversaire: Happy birthday

Mon petit lapin: My little rabbit

Mon cher: My dear

Je t'aime: I love you

Je t'adore: I adore you

Mon amour: My love

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