Passions Run
"It was a crime of passion," was his excuse. Arthur felt like shoving his excuse so far up his ass he would wish he had never thought of it.
"And that gives you an excuse?" Arthur snapped. That seemed simply stupid.
"Oh yes, in my country it was a valid defense," came with a smile. Arthur was going to do something, wipe that stupid smile off of his face, and fix the problem.
"'Oh yes'?" Arthur mocked. That seemed entirely a sentence in past tense and not an excuse for now.
He did not have time for anything else other than that as the other's mouth was on his neck and his hands were... Arthur could not think.
"Oh yes," Francis' tongue ran down past his collar.
That seemed to decide it for Arthur. He would get his lawnmower back later.
Saying it was a crime of passion was a valid defense, in France. Then someone decided to change that. Thank goodness, or else I would never want to go there.
