The light from the window was blinding and unforgiving. It was if the sun had a direct hatred for Arthur. He groaned and rolled over, away from the rays of sun that were shining directly into his eyes. It took him a moment to register there was another person in bed with him.
It was something he didn't know how to deal with. It was new and it made him jumpy. He still didn't know how to label what he felt towards Marceau. Their relationship was in a weird place. They were dating, but… They just started dating.
There was a small sense of disbelief still. Marceau was always the type of person who could make friends―or more―with whoever he wanted. Arthur was the type that pushed people away and scowled as a greeting. How the hell had they ended up together?
Well, obviously it was Marceau's doing. He had approached Arthur at his job at the cafe and just… wouldn't be deterred by Arthur's attitude. Naturally, Arthur had been resistant and stubborn. Despite his famous obstinate streak, though, he couldn't refuse to talk to Marceau forever.
Still, to think that now they were in bed together. Especially since he had never had a relationship that held that level of… normality or comfort before.
Considering the clock on the other side of the room told him that it was barely 7:00 in the morning, Arthur decided it was too early for his anxiety-ridden mind to run amok. Sleep was better and more tempting.
It was a couple hours later when Marceau woke up. There was something oddly satisfying about waking up with Arthur's hair in his face. Especially when he thought about how hard it was to convince Arthur to go out with him.
It was one of the times that he never wanted to get out of bed. Fortunately, it was the weekend and Marceau could spend all day messing with Arthur. It was one of his favorite new hobbies over the last few months.
Once he felt Arthur shift and stir, he smiled and started running a hand through Arthur's hair. The gesture woke him up more and he blinked up at Marceau. He looked dazed and half-asleep. It was adorable.
"Good morning, cher… Sleep well?" Marceau asked with a smile.
Arthur hummed and shifted onto his back to stretch out. It was hard not to feel fidgety and self-conscious. He tried to put it out of his head, though. Everything was supposed to be low-stress between them.
Marceau smiled a little more before leaning over Arthur to kiss him over a obvious hickey. "That well?"
The reaction was quick as Arthur jumped and tensed before relaxing. "Ah… I guess… How about you?" he asked, pushing Marceau's head back with a quirked eyebrow.
"I slept great. I am hungry, though." He wondered how well-stocked Arthur's kitchen was, since he was a self-admitted bad cook.
"Hmm… Then go get something," Arthur yawned.
"You're assuming I'm talking about food?" Marceau chuckled. With a smirk. Even if that was what he had been talking about, it was too easy to tease Arthur.
After a moment, though a blush formed, Arthur snorted and patted Marceau's cheek. "Ah, no. You're gonna have to learn patience," he said with a half-smirk. "I'm gonna shower, if you cook."
Marceau clicked his tongue and snagged Arthur around the waist as he went to get up. "No, no. You're not going anywhere."
Arthur gasped and braced himself with a hand on Marceau's chest. "Oh, really? What the hell are you doing?"
"Having fun."
"You had enough fun last night," Arthur quipped. "Let me go."
After contemplating it, Marceau decided that was far too easy. "Mh, no. It's always so much more fun to mess with you." Before Marceau could do anything to him, though, Arthur squirmed out of the hold and bed.
"It's too early for your bullshite," he huffed as he went towards the bathroom. "At least make coffee before you start grabbing."
Marceau huffed and stretched before getting out of bed. It was tempting to follow after Arthur, but… The reward was not worth the risk.
Arthur didn't normally take very long in the shower, but he wanted to make Marceau wait. And maybe he also wanted to get his composure back. There was just something odd about waking up with someone else that knocked his head for a loop.
He wasn't entirely sure how Marceau found enough food to cook breakfast, but he wasn't going to waste his breath asking. Food was food. And coffee was what made him function in the morning.
It was still weird to be in this type of relationship for Arthur. He wasn't sure how to go about it. How to behave. But he could get used to it. Marceau was easy to be around. Even if he was grabby, hands-on, and whimsical. It was something that Arthur probably needed to balance his standoffish personality. It certainly said something that Marceau wasn't put off at all and stayed around.
He was only told for most of his life that his attitude would only keep him alone and miserable. Maybe it wasn't the best way to go about his life, but he still managed to get Marceau. Somehow. He would probably die of old age not understanding how and he was okay with that. So long as things managed to work out with them, he would be happy.
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