Boredom
Description: Christophe is bored. What will Gregory do to resolve this?
A/N: Haa, just read it
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"Gregory~" Christophe moaned. Gregory looked up from his book.
"What Tophe?"
"I'm bored." The French brunette said, in a tone much like a five-year-old child.
"Me too."
"Are zere any people to shoot?"
"No Tophe."
"Damn." There was a pause. "What do you plan to do to rectify zis situation?"
Gregory huffed, and pretended to think.
"I'll either set the neighbour's dog on you..."
Christophe grumbled.
"...hide your smokes and watch you try and find them..."
Christophe held his packet of cigarettes closer.
"...or force you into a church and watch you try to escape."
"And comeeng over 'ere and makeeng out wiz me would not be easier?"
"It's easier, yes."
"And eet would be entertaining, oui?"
"Oui." Gregory smirked.
"So come over 'ere." Christophe grinned. Gregory rolled his eyes, set down his book and walked over to sit on Christophe's lap. He pressed his lips roughly to Christophe's threading his hands in the messy brown hair tightly. Christophe responded by sitting up slightly, and trying to dominate the blonde. After a few minutes of playfully wrestling and intense kissing Gregory broke off.
"Still bored Tophe?" he breathed.
"Just a leetle." The French boy replied huskily. Gregory smiled and pulled them together again.
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A/N: Pfft. Goddamn weird this is :P
GREGSTOPHE :D :D :D
Hope you like eet. Au revoir.