Enrique emerged from the bathroom and stretched his arms out before placing them behind his head, lazily. He looked at his new clothes in the mirror hanging on the opposite end of the room and nodded. He had to admit; Oliver's butler did have a decent sense of style. He made his way over to the bedroom door.
'Just wait until the ladies see m-'He stopped dead; mentally and physically.
'No…' He bit his lip uncertainly and slowly took his hand away from the doorknob. 'They… I…'
"Oliver…"
"Hey, have you two seen Enrique?"
"Nope, sorry Oli. Haven't seen your boyfriend anywhere." Johnny said before taking a sip of his tea.
Oliver's eyebrow twitched. "Just pray to God and hope that I haven't put laxative in there, Salaud-garçon." The French boy said, before turning round and walking towards the Italian's room.
Behind him, the Scottish boy pushed his mug away from him, not quite catching the amused look coming from the German.
"Enrique?" Oliver asked, peaking round the door. "Oh, there you are. You… Enrique?" He frowned at the Italian's thoughtful expression as he perched on the windowsill. "Enrique? You okay?"
"Yeah…" Came the small, almost whispered, reply from Enrique as he continued to stare out of the window. The blonde sighed and stood, walking over to Oliver with a peaceful smile. He embraced his green haired boyfriend in a hug. "I'm okay, Oli."
Oliver hugged back. "I was worried for a moment there."
"Nah, just thinking Oli."
"Precisely; that's a reason to be worried." Oliver said, a chuckle hidden in his voice.
"H-Hey!" Enrique pouted and pushed Oliver away slightly. "I may be blonde, Oli, and blonde's may have a reputation for being a little bit stupid at times; but that does not mean that whenever I think, you should be worried."
Oliver smiled and ruffled Enrique's hair fondly, before giving him a peck on the cheek and hugging him once more, burying his face in the Italian's orange collared, white shirt. Enrique wound his arms around Oliver as well, and placed his head on top of his friend's.
There was a quite long pause before Enrique broke the silence. "You know what, Oli?"
"What?" Oliver asked softly, his voice muffled by the Italian's chest.
"I've… I've never held a girl like this before… never held anyone like this before…"
Oliver raised his head, forcing Enrique to do the same. "There's a first for everything, you know…"
Enrique crushed his lips into Oliver's in a fierce kiss that left the younger's mind reeling. Oliver responded to the kiss eagerly, wrapping his arms around Enrique's neck and burying fingers in his golden hair. A long moan rose from the French boy's throat as Enrique drew the kisses out tenderly and sensually.
A cough sounded by the door, but all Enrique did was raise a finger to indicate one minute. He wound down the kiss slowly, even though he could hear impatient foot taps on the floor by the door. The blonde finally pulled away, letting the kiss linger as long as he could help it; he nuzzled Oliver's cheek before turning to the person by the door.
"What is it, Johnny-boy?" He asked, rather annoyed.
Johnny frowned. "When you two love birds have quite finished with your session of swapping spit, Robert wants to see us all."
They watched as Johnny left, closing the door a fraction before turning to one another. Enrique placed a long, chaste kiss on Oliver's lips.
"I guess we should go then…" Oliver whispered.
Enrique smirked. "No; Johnny said that when we'd finished our 'session', we have to go see Robert." His smirk increased. "And I ain't finished with you yet."
"What exactly did you say to them, Johnny?"
"I told them that when they had finished, they had to come and see you."
A pause. "You know that Enrique will take your words literally."
"…Oh hell."
A/N- I could hear you say 'FINALLY!' then! Hehe; yes, Enri and Oli have finally had a moment /Cheers/ but this chapter was a lil bit pointless, I'm sorry, but I didn't want you to have to wait until AFTER crimbo, so… yeah…
Anywho, review!