I'm not sure how I feel about this one.

I was going to write about their first date up here, but I'm not sure if I'm actually gonna write a drabble for it... It's certainly a dilemma.

Enjoy ;)

Francis giggled.

Perhaps he had had a little too much champagne...

Not that he much cared, not when he was still riding the high from their last round.

He rolled his neck so that he could look at Arthur's face, relaxed and just as blissful as he was sure his own was. He sighed, letting his hand wander slowly up and down Arthur's side.

"If you don't stop writing 'I love you' with your finger I think I might just have to have you again." He said lazily.

Francis hummed happily, "Then why would I stop?"

"Because it's far too soon to fulfil my end of the threat."

"It's hardly a threat, Lapin."

"I regret ever calling my channel that."

"Why? It's cute."

Arthur hummed sceptically.

"This was much nicer than our first date." Francis said musingly after a few moments of silence.

Arthur chuckled, "I would hope I'd learned something about how to impress you in the last four years."

"It wouldn't have been so bad if we had been in France."

"How so?" Arthur raised a sceptical eyebrow, glancing down at Francis for a moment.

"We would have been in France."

Laying his head back against the bed, Arthur sighed, "We're in France now, aren't we?"

"Oui, nous sommes..." He breathed, rolling over so he was lying flush on Arthur's chest. He smiled brightly, leaning forward so he could press their lips together for a brief second, "We're in France, in a hotel room you probably spent way too much on, drinking champagne that you probably spent too long choosing, after eating dinner in a place where they definitely did not speak English, and you even attempted to speak in French. And all of it was just for me," his smile was small and soft now, his fingers running slowly through Arthur's sex-scruffy hair, "I feel utterly pampered."

Arthur chuckled, smirking just a little, "It's our anniversary, I couldn't possibly do anything less for my little princess."

Francis flicked him in his temple, making him laugh again, an odd feeling against Francis' chest, but not at all unwelcome. "It was trying to be romantic."

Arthur just bit his lip and flipped them.

Where that piece of silk came from, Francis wasn't sure, but in a matter of seconds it was tied around his wrists and onto the headboard.

"Romance time is over." Arthur smirked, crawling down Francis' body a little to nip at his collarbone, "We have all night and another bottle of champagne, and I don't intend to waste either of them."

Oui, nous sommes, - Yes, we are,

Y'know, just in case of reasons... I dunno.