Prompt 2- Imagine your OTP making out on a couch, but then one of them accidentally rolls off and the other one is frantically asking if they're ok or laughing at them.
It wasn't very often Lysandre got to have a whole day to himself. He had spent the whole day on the couch watching movies and sleeping. Hey, it's healthy to take a day and relax every now and then. He stretched out and sat up as he heard the door to the shared flat close. Augustine walked in and removed his lab coat, tossing it onto the kitchen table and smiling warmly at the redhead. "Hey, Lysandre. How's it going?" He returned the smile. "I'm feeling good." Augustine smiled. "You're lucky, getting to sit around all day. I had to chase down a group of Chespin that escaped the lab! If my assistants weren't around to help me... well, they would be as good as gone!" He giggled and walked over to where his lover was sitting. "Have you actually been sitting here all day?"
Lysandre returned the smile, reaching over to gently take hold of the young man's hand. "Yes, but there's nothing wrong with that, is it?" Augustine smirked mischievously as he placed his hands on the redhead's shoulders and sliding into his lap, straddling him. "You need some exercise! Get your heart going! And I think I know just the way to do that," he purred, biting his lip. Lysandre slid his arms around his lover's hips, pulling him closer. "Hmm, that doesn't sound like a bad idea," he whispered. "I was getting bored, after all." Their lips joined, and another low purr sounded in Augustine's throat. They shifted closer to each other as their kiss became more and more passionate. They pulled apart for a moment before continuing on, Augustine tugging at the buttons on Lysandre's shirt, pulling it off. The redhead bit his lover's lip gently, shifting aside to lay him down on the couch. Augustine tried to lean against his elbow, but misjudged where he was moving and fell head first onto the floor!
"Oh good Arceus! Are- are you ok?" Lysandre half asked, half laughed as he got up to help his lover off the ground.
"Yeah, I think so," Augustine giggled as he grabbed hold of the redhead's hand.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm all right! Now stop laughing at me!"
Lysandre looked away shyly for a moment. "My apologies, mon amour. I just wasn't expecting that." Augustine smiled and put his arms around the larger man's shoulders. "I guess the couch isn't the best place for this," he giggled. "Let's take this to the bedroom, shall we?"
Lysandre lifted up his smaller lover and carried him. "Sounds good to me," he purred.
(A/N: Poor Sycamore. It seems whenever there's physical comedy, he's always on the receiving end! Well, it's definitely not the only thing he's on the receiving end of *suggestive eyebrow wiggle*)