Thank you, guys. I woke up this morning to find five reviews waiting for me, just like I wanted. This chapter is dedicated to pretentious kneecap, who made me smile, and to my other reviewers, zero434 (who called me mean XD), nemiah (who asked if I was okay), HippieVampire (who appreaciated the water metaphors), glassof-wine (who wanted an update soon), and Azeituna (who reviewed as I was about to put this up). pretentious kneecap requested more Frangleterre (lol I've never heard it put like that before), so I hope you enjoy the chapter!

Francis let himself into his house with a sigh. He went to his room and changed into more comfortable clothes before he went back to the kitchen and started cooking. A jingling of keys and footsteps at the front door alerted the Frenchman to Arthur's arrival half an hour later. Arthur set down his briefcase and slid off his shoes with a muttered curse as he almost fell over. He combed his fingers through his hair and walked towards the stairs. He paused at the kitchen doorway when he saw Francis and changed his direction. Francis paused what he was doing when he felt a pair of arms circle his waist and a chin resting on his shoulder. He turned his head and met Arthur's green eyes with his blue. Francis smiled.

"Welcome home, mon amour. How was work?" he asked, turning back to his cooking.

"Frustrating. I had to work with a load of bloody idiots today," Arthur said, watching Francis's hands at work.

"Is that so?"

"Bunch of tossers. Useless, stupid…they didn't even know which way was up," Arthur said, rolling his eyes. Francis chuckled. "I'm serious. They were told to go to the third floor and they started going down the stairs."

"Which floor were they on?"

"The first! They were going into the basement!" Francis laughed, making Arthur grin. "Well, I'm glad to be home." He nuzzled Francis's neck and hair. Francis brought one of Arthur's hands up to his mouth and kissed it lightly. Arthur sighed into his shoulder and then pulled back. "I'll get out of your way now."

"You could never be in my way, cher," Francis answered, looking at him. Arthur stretched, yawning.

"Still," he dropped his arms back to his sides, "I want a shower and a change. I'll be back down in a while." He headed towards the stairs again.

"I'll have dinner ready when you're done, mon amour!" Francis called. Arthur waved to him before he disappeared upstairs. Francis smiled and hummed a tune to himself as he went back to his cooking.

After his shower, Arthur came downstairs to find the kitchen dark.

"Francis?" he asked, looking into the room as he rubbed a towel over his hair. A small table for two was set up in the middle of the kitchen, lit by candles. A rose was laying on the plate closest to him. He walked over and picked it up, smiling slightly as he lifted it to his nose. He jumped as a body pressed itself to his.

"Je t'aime, Arthur," was whispered into his ear.

"Oh, Francis. You startled me."

"Je suis désolé, cher. Would you like to eat now?" Arthur nodded.

"Yes please." Francis pulled out the chair for him and Arthur sat down. Francis took the towel from his shoulders and placed it on the counter before taking his seat across from his husband. All throughout dinner, whenever Arthur would look up, he would find Francis staring at him. At one point he grew slightly irritated. "What? Is there something on my face?" he asked. Francis smiled and reached across the table. He cupped Arthur's cheek in his hand and met his eyes.

"You are so beautiful, cher," he said softly. Arthur blushed and looked back down at his plate. They continued to eat in silence, but now Arthur blushed whenever he looked up and saw Francis watching him. When they finished, Francis picked up a small remote and pointed it towards the living room. Arthur heard music playing. "You remember this song, Arthur?"

"Of course. It was the first time you and I danced together," Arthur answered. Francis stood and walked around the table. He held out his hand.

"May I have this dance, cher?" he asked.

"Come on, Francis, you know I'm not very good," Arthur said.

"Nonsense." Arthur sighed and placed his hand in his husband's, letting the taller man pull him to his feet. Francis placed one hand on Arthur's waist and held Arthur's hand in his other one. Arthur set his other hand on Francis's shoulder. Francis smiled and held the Brit close, moving them slowly to the music. They stayed like that for a long time, dancing slowly around the kitchen, until finally Arthur sighed and pulled away to look up at him. Francis met his gaze questioningly. Arthur smiled.

"I love you, Francis. So, so much." Francis smiled in return.

"I love you too, Arthur. For now, and as long as we both shall live."