OH MAI GOD !
I'M SO SORRY ! for such a late chapter... Somebody should shoot me , I would do it myself if I could but alas i own no gun...T.T
SO SORRY!
I feel like such a jerk , tho i doubt people read this , i just think so to make myself feel happy ;]
Anyway , enjoy the late chapter and critique it or praise it , i dont mind. Im flexible. ;] ( god tht sounded SO wrong , but i dont reli care )
ENJOY , ma cheri's ;]
' So you enjoyed lunch , did you not?,' said Francis , a hopeful look spread across his face . Arthur just smiled and nodded , a blush making itself obvious against his pale skin. Within the next minute , Arthur found himself within Francis's grasp , the note held firmly against his chest and the Frenchmen's lips only inches away from his very on. 'Mon anges , I cannot help it. You are simply too adorable for your own good. ,'purred Francis and before Arthur could even attempt to hold up a fight , his lips were claimed . Moving perfectly against one another , their lips melting together and tongues battling for dominance . The ever perfect conflict of love that tied the two down together , was simply beautiful. They broke apart for air . Blue into Green. Arthur sheepishly moved away from Francis , who was now gazing dreamily at his lover. ' Do you want to hear about the rest of my day or not ?,' questioned Arthur in a stern voice that completely contrasted with his blushing face. Francis nodded . ' Well ,' Arthur continued ' This one isn't really important but I had an overall bad day so anything good that happens , counts . The vending machine for drinks was broken so our boss purchased a tea and coffee maker.,'
~~~ FLASHBACH~~~
[ A.N. This doesn't really need a flashback but ill give you one nonetheless, but it's short…] When one works for nearly 6 hours straight in front of a laptop editing other people's mistakes , refreshments become a necessity. Arthur Kirkland may have been one who did not believe in the habit of snacking but due to these sudden extremities in his work , his belief had to be shattered . Tea , albeit containing caffeine is a very calming and soothing beverage. Survey's show that tea drinkers are less susceptible to certain diseases than those who consume coffee. But surveys aside , Tea was Arthur Kirkland's guilty pleasure.
His office had a vending machine built especially for refreshments to rejuvenate the tired editors but alas , Arthur's tea was not available . Carbonated drinks and even coffee were a plenty in the office but tea was a rare sight . This saddened Arthur , but being the true British Gentleman he was ,keeping a stiff upper lip was main priority. That was until one of his co-workers , Matthias decided that carrying papers by hand was troubling and brought a pair of skates to work only to crash into the vending machine. It had been weeks since the occasion and there had been no replacement for the vending machine. That is until today , where Arthur first laid eyes on the sleek black beauty that was to be his new companion in his office, The Vesta Tea Machine , alongside another coffee machine but Arthur paid no heed to that contraption. Arthur was a very happy employee that day , very happy.
_Back to present time _
' You deserve it , Arthur ! ,' all but gleamed Francis , truly happy that his counterpart had achieved whatever he wanted . A loud pitter patter of feet were heard before two tiny blonde heads popped out from behind the sofa . ' YAY ! Daddy got his tea ! ,' screamed Alfred , as he eagerly went to pounce on his daddy . ' Daddy , did it taste good ? ,' inquired Matthew , as Arthur picked him up from the floor and placed his on his lap beside a grinning Alfred. ' It tasted lovely Matthew . ,' replied Arthur , hugging both his little boys . ' Now , Arthur . I'm sure that there are more points. I would like to know how mon amours day went ,' continued Francis eyeing both his kids and looking back at Arthur . Arthur immediately caught onto the message . ' Indeed , that was one of my points. I got a call from today….,'
~~~ FLASHBACK ~~~
, fondly known among the pre-school as was the teacher in charge of Alfred and Matthew's class. She was a lovely Hungarian women with a strong fetish for boy on boy action , which Arthur and Francis had begrudgingly come to know after a very awkward Parent-Teacher conference, but she was a dedicated teacher nonetheless. Alfred and Matthew were always entranced by her and the activities she gave out , and they were usually done on time too. Lately , she had hoped to engage her class in art with conjunction to Art appreciation day in the pre-school and had put up an Art competition . Everyone had to participate , and gleefully so , both Alfred and Matthew eagerly joined , engaging into the cultured spectrum known as art. And so the chaos began at home. Matthew requested for his papa's help while Alfred demanded for his dad's help . The entire household was in disarray as the competition began between both Matthew and Alfred , simultaneously affecting both Arthur and Francis as well. Paints , and colouring materials were strewn across the living room and glitter adorned nearly every room and article of clothing both the boys owned. It was a war , and only one could survive and win . Arthur being the business man ( cough cough Editors are businessy too cough cough ) would always hope to enjoy a peaceful night at home with his loved ones , only to be pulled by Alfred into a discussion on whether to draw firetrucks or superman. Matthew , the sweet innocent angel would bug Francis too , only in a different manner. Big eyes , and sorrowful expressions were displayed on his chubby little face that would immediately grab every ounce of the Frenchman's attention onto helping the tiny tot win. In other words , both the twins were excellent manipulators and were using their pitiful papa and daddy .
The day of the competition arrived and surprisingly , Francis and Arthur didn't know what their son's had painted or passed up , hoping it was good enough for 's standard . Later in the day Arthur received a call , claiming that all the best pictures were hung up on the classroom wall , and both Alfred and Matthew had theirs hung up. Matthew had drawn a unicorn , much to Arthur's amusement and had dedicated it to his daddy ( Arthur) , while Alfred had drawn a bouquet of roses and had dedicated it to his papa (Francis) .
_Back to Present time _
' So… What did Ms. Liz say ? Who won ?,' shouted Alfred now bouncing eagerly on the couch , while Mathew sat on Francis's lap , giggling at Alfred's antics . ' She said that both your masterpieces were beautiful and they are being hung up in the classroom . So you will see your work tomorrow , displayed for everyone to see. ,' Arthur stopped and let a genuine smile blossom on his face as he looked at his twins , ' Thank you so much for the beautiful dedications . ,' ' Oh . What did they do , mon cher ? ,' Francis asked , curiousity getting the best of him . Both Alfred and Matthew started giggling , while failing to hide it behind their chubby hands . ' Oh Alfred drew a bouquet of roses for you , and Matthew drew a unicorn for me .' said Arthur as he hugged both his angels tightly . Arthur felt little hands scramble over his shirt as too get a closer hug to their dad . Now this was family… Francis smiled , while overlooking his family and noticing Arthur's blushing face as both the boys kissed his cheek. Francis joined in to , kissing Arthur on the lips before hugging his family .
Dedicated to City girl Dreamer and this is random but its a shout out to my fren . ANGELSXDEMON , its me ! haha Congrats on Graduating... I reli hope she reads tht...
p.s. I graduated too and got red highlights... ;] loving life currently
thx for reviewing ( i hope u did X] )
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