Bon Anniversaire, Chéri
Pairing: Russia/France
Francis knows just how to surprise his boyfriend for their one-week anniversary.
~o~
"Can I look yet?"
"No, not yet chéri."
"How long?"
"Almost there."
Ivan giggled as he almost stumbled over what had to be a branch, soft hands correcting him and gently guiding him further into what felt like very high grass. He impatiently pawed at his scarf, bound before his eyes so as not to spoil the surprise, and quickly pulled back when those same soft hands lightly swatted at him.
"There. You can take it off now."
Ivan impatiently did as told, though his movements were both fast and careful, not wanting to rip up his most precious garment. He gasped when his gaze fell upon his surprise, eyes widening, glistening happily.
Sunflowers. Thousands and thousands of beautiful sunflowers, stretching as far as the eye could reach, left and right and back and forth. They shone golden under the late afternoon sun, gently swaying in the soft summer breeze.
Ivan turned towards Francis, his boyfriend of now exactly a week, who was sheepishly awaiting his response. He became a little less sheepish when Ivan surged forward, capturing him in a tight embrace.
"Spasibo, solnste! Spasiba balshoye! How did you know I love-"
"Ivan," Francis chuckled, freeing himself from the hug and holding the other at an arm's length. "You have sunflowers in your garden, in your room, you constantly doodle them in your notebooks, you have a sunflower pin for your scarf!"
Ivan blushed, smiling owlishly. "Oh."
Francis nodded, laughing gleefully. Then he stopped, still smiling, eyes dropping. "I would like to give you something else, mon cher."
Ivan could feel his heart speed up ever so slightly, head automatically bobbing up and down. "What is it?"
"Close your eyes."
Ivan did as told, heat rising to his cheeks when he felt warm breath ghost over his skin. He had never kissed before.
His heart momentarily stopped when he felt a soft pair of lips graze his own, hands trembling as he tried to keep still. Francis brought a hand to his cheek and began stroking a thumb along his cheekbone, lips still present against Ivan's mouth, not quite pressing, waiting for the other to relax.
Ivan let out a shuddering breath as he sagged forward ever so slightly, allowing his lips to part, to taste the perfume of his partner's breath. Only then did Francis deepen the kiss, one hand gliding to the other's broad back, lips gliding over his own.
Ivan was happy to share their first kiss together right then and there, in that field of gold, where warmth caressed his skin and his nose was filled with the scent of his beloved flowers.
