Ch8- and so the affair began
Arthurs POV
I glared at the boxes of raisin bran cereal where the mocked me from the top shelf of isle six in Kroger's. I couldn't reach for the life of me. Alfred had always been around to reach stuff I just couldn't. I hated the cereal even more for making me think of the fact that the American wasn't with me.
Not that it wasn't always on my kind anyway. I jumped a final time trying to grab hold of the box. My eyes widened when a hand reach over my hand and grabbed it "Shorty" he said with the saddest smile id ever seen on his face as he handed me the box.
"Alfred" I whispered.
He was pale as always, wearing his bomber jacket and a pair of jeans with holes in the knees. I'd always hated his messy style of dress…..now I hate Francis's dressy style of dress. I missed the look of Alfred asleep on the couch with his mouth wide open and his coat falling off of him.
"Hey Artie" he said quietly…I was almost sure I'd heard his voice crack.
He turned and started to walk away "Alfred" I dropped the cereal box on the floor and half way tripped running down the isle to grab him. My thin arms flew around his waist and he stiffened up "Arthur" he whispered.
"Don't go" I begged and pressed my face into the back of his bomber jacket. "Please don't go" I kissed the center of his back repeatedly whispering "please, please don't go" in between kisses.
He turned around so my head was against his chest and he wrapped his arms tightly around me.
Alfred's POV
I held him tight against me. His slender frame fit perfectly in my arms as it always had. I kissed the top of his head and inhaled the scent of vanilla and strawberries. "Artie I love you" I whispered against his hair.
He clutched the back of my jacket with his hands and held tight "I missed you, Alfred"
I ran my fingers down his pale cheek. His eyes bared a hint of sadness in them. It swirled around in his green orbs and then poured over his perfect skin in the form of silent tears. "After everything I did to you..." he cut me off "I don't give a damn, pull my hair and ram your tongue down my throat" he said in a demanding tone despite the tears in his eyes. He attacked my mouth with his. I ran my hands up his back. I wanted him, my body yearned for him.
"God, Arthur don't do this to me" I whispered breaking the kiss.
"Why?" he asked clutching the front of my jacket now.
"Because we can't, you're with Francis for one"
He hissed "since when do you care whose dating or who's married. I was with Francis when we first got together"
"And it tore you up to cheat on him" I said pointedly.
He rolled his eyes "Alfred"
"I'm done hurting you"
He grabbed my arm and tugged me out the front doors, leaving both our carts in isle six. Outside it was snowing like a damn blizzard. Why couldn't we just talk inside? I hated the cold and he knew it.
He unlocked the door on the driver's side of his red mustang. "Get in" he glared at me.
"Arth-"he pushed me into the car and it somewhat hurt because my back landed on the council in between the seats and I winced. "Arthur" I hissed. I quickly bent my legs at the knees so my feet weren't in the way when he climbed in and slammed the door shut. He hovered over me so our faces were just a few centimeters apart. I could feel his breath against my lips the same way I could see it in the frosty air.
"Alfred" he whispered and kissed my neck.
"Arthur, please you know I can't control myself"
"Then don't" he whispered running his fingers down my stomach and running them along the rim of my jeans.
"Arthur"
"I love you" he whispered at my ear.
"I love you to; I don't wanna hurt you anymore"
"Then don't push me away" he placed his knee in between my legs and I tilted my head back "Art-"he cut me off with a deep kiss. He whispered "fuck me, now" his hissed in my ear. That was my tipping point I threw his small body into the back seat and shifted out of my jacket and unbuttoned my jeans as I climbed on top of him and rammed my tongue down his throat.
