A/N: Day four's prompt was holidaymaking.
Title: Two to Tango
Warnings: None
Summary: Alfred tries to switch up the couple's movie night with something new.
"Arthur, I am so sorry I'm late!" Alfred rushed out, as he closed the door and ran into the living room where his boyfriend was seated. Arthur rose from where he'd been doing some embroidery on the couch, looking none to pleased.
"Where have you been?" the Brit asked with a frown. "Tuesdays are our movie nights, Alfred, or did you forget?"
"No, of course not!" he assured, as he brushed away Arthur's fringe and placed a kiss on his forehead. "I just thought that today we might do something different!"
Arthur raised a brow questioningly, and Alfred quickly pulled something from his pocket.
"A CD?" Arthur asked, then upon closer inspection. "A tango CD?"
Alfred's grin grew, as he walked over to their stereo.
"Remember a few months ago when you told me you used to take dance classes when you were a kid?"
"Alfred-"
"Well I started to take tango classes! Now we can practice dancing together!"
Alfred looked at his partner for a moment, noticing the complete seriousness in his features, and then let loose a snort. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, as he smiled and retook his seat on the couch. Alfred on the other hand didn't see what was so funny.
"Hey, why are ya sitting down?" he asked, after popping the CD into the stereo. A smooth rhythm pervaded the air.
"Are you serious?" Arthur asked, looking up from his needlework. "You can't possibly have thought I took tango lessons as a boy!"
Alfred frowned, staring down at Arthur.
"Well sure I did... I take it that wasn't the dance you learned?"
Looking up, Arthur caught sight of that frown and puppy dog eyes, and couldn't help but smile back up at his counterpart.
"Love, I grew up in England. The extent of my lessons included waltzing, and a bit of tap."
"Oh..." Alfred said a bit deflated as his shoulders slumped. "I should have known. Sorry, Art."
Arthur stood, with a small smile on his face, and locked eyes with Alfred.
"Did you honestly take lessons so you could dance with me?"
Alfred glanced back with a genuine look in his eyes and nodded.
"And you did it in secret? Without telling me?"
Alfred bit his lip, the tone in Arthur's voice making him feel a bit guilty.
"Well yeah... but I did it because I wanted to surprise you! I wanted to do something you'd think was sweet and romantic..." Alfred trailed off, looking down as a bit of pink dotted his cheeks.
Arthur too, couldn't help but blush at the sight of his adorably embarrassed boyfriend. He lifted a hand to Alfred's chin, tilting it up, and smiled tenderly.
"Alfred," he said with small smile playing on his lips. "If you would be willing to teach me, I would love to learn how to tango."
In an instant, Alfred's eyes brightened, and his smile grew to expose all his pearly whites.
"Really?" he asked excitedly, and Arthur simply nodded in response. He ran over to the stereo, fiddling with the track numbers, until he found one he liked and made his way back to Arthur.
"Okay so we stand pretty close, like chest to chest," he said with a sly grin as he pulled his lover right up against him. Arthur flushed but let out a small giggle.
"Alright, and then I wrap this hand around your waist," he said, and squeezed the Brit a bit tighter. "And then you put your arm on my shoulder, and wrap it around my neck."
Arthur did as told, and Alfred smiled, pressing another quick kiss to his mop of unruly hair.
"Awesome! Now you stretch out your other hand," he instructed, and Arthur followed through once more. "And we hold hands, and now we can start dancing!"
The couple started to move slowly, Arthur doing his best to follow Alfred's lead. It wasn't all too hard though, and except for when Alfred tried to do some extravagant step, or extremely rapid legwork, Arthur was able to keep up. The first fifteen minutes was quiet except for the passionate rhythm, as Alfred focused on teaching, and Arthur did his best to comprehend. About twenty minutes in though, both of their focuses had shifted to something else.
"Alfred, you know," Arthur started off rather quietly. "This is... actually quite romantic."
He smiled lightly at his partner as the two continued to dance around the room.
"Sweet! That means I get laid tonight, right?"
Arthur let go of his grip on Alfred for just long enough to smack him upside the head.
"Ouch!"
"Don't ruin the mood," he said, though a smile was evident on his lips. Alfred let out a soft laugh and agreed, but then abruptly dipped Arthur, making the shorter man gasp.
He leant forward and caught their lips. Arthur, though having to balance in a rather awkward position, kissed back forcefully, and wrapped an arm tighter around Alfred's neck. When the taller of the two pulled them back up, both were smiling, and Arthur had a dusting of a blush across his cheeks.
"Better?" Alfred asked, as he wrapped, both arms around Arthur's waist; the proper positions for the dance forgotten.
"Much," Arthur responded, by tangling his fingers amongst Alfred's hair. There was a devilish smile on Alfred's lips, and his eyes though focused on Arthur, were glazed over with lust.
"You had this all planned out, didn't you?" Arthur whispered, as Alfred started to trace his fingertips over the Briton's back. It didn't take long before one of Alfred's hands made its way under Arthur's shirt and was heating up his flesh very quickly.
"No!" Alfred answered with a grin, that quickly dissolved into some desperate chuckles. "Alright... maybe. But a guy has needs you know!"
Arthur let loose a laugh, and placed a chaste kiss on Alfred's cheek.
"Movie night wasn't doing it for you?" He said in a seductive tone, running his fingers along Alfred's neck.
"N-not especially, and w-well-"
Arthur had started to press kisses to Alfred's collarbone, and the man began to lose it.
"Arthur! Stop teasing, come on!" he yelled with a bright red face, and obvious need.
Arthur only smiled as he ran into the bedroom.
"Well come on then! It takes two to tango."