This is a day late. I apologize. I was totally drained yesterday.
Somehow, he always woke up with sun in his eyes and hair in his mouth. Oddly enough, it wasn't his hair. "Marceau…" he groaned, spitting out some of the hair. "Why can you never stay on your side…?"
"Tu as bougé. Pas moi…*" Marceau mumbled in return. He was only awake because Arthur woke him up, so his accent was thick and English failed him. With a sigh, he opened his eyes and looked at Arthur.
"We both moved," Arthur compromised, yawning. "What time is it…?"
Marceau sighed as he rolled over to find his phone. (They abandoned the alarm clock after Arthur yanked it out of the wall and shorted the cord.) "It's… Mhh… Quarter to ten…"
Arthur sighed and rolled onto his side, facing Marceau. He smiled a little when Marceau shifted back over. "So… Do we have any plans today…?" he asked.
"Not to my knowledge," Marceau said.
"So… what do you say to just… not getting up…? At least until we feel like shite for staying in bed too long," Arthur chuckled. Their hair would be matted down and their backs would surely be stiff by noon. That would be fine with him though.
Marceau smiled and put an arm around Arthur. "Sounds like a plan to me." It was rare to see Arthur relaxed and content, so he was happy to take the chance for a lazy day in bed. There was a reason he loved weekends other than simply not having to go in to work.
"Ah, wait…" Arthur sighed as he remembered the date. "We still need to get up in time to make it to Gilbert's…"
"What for?" Marceau asked with a frown. As far as he knew, there was nothing going on.
"Lunch, remember? You just talked to him last night about it. And you call me spacey," Arthur snorted.
"Oh, right… Well… Gilbert can fuck off," Marceau scoffed. "I'm busy."
"Sure, he'll buy that… What are you busy with?" Arthur asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Hmm… Terrorising my boyfriend."
Said boyfriend laughed slightly and gave him a questioning look. "Uh, come again?" Marceau's smirk was the only warning Arthur got before he felt atrociously cold fingers on his sides. "No, no!" He barely manage to sit up before the unintentional laughter started. "Goddammit, Marceau, stop!"
Marceau was grinning and laughing at the hysterical laughter from his typically dry and sarcastic boyfriend. Years ago, it had been like finding a pot of gold when he found out Arthur was extremely ticklish. That joy had never diluted and he still loved to take advantage of any chance he got.
"Stop, you―" Arthur had gone past laughter to the point where he was in hysterics and his voices had probably gone up several octaves. There were tears in his eyes and his sides hurt, but Marceau still didn't let him go. "A-arrête―s'il-te-plaît!**"
"Oh, well, since you asked nicely," Marceau laughed, finally ceasing and simply wrapping his arms around Arthur's waist.
"Ah, you… You fucking… bastard…" Arthur breathed, leaning backwards into him. "I can't breathe…"
"Mh, but you're so cute when you're laughing," he smiled, leaning just so to press a kiss against Arthur's neck.
"You're a sadist," he scoffed with a smile as he lifted his hand to wipe his eyes.
Marceau chuckled and wrapped his legs around Arthur as well. "Well… You still love me either way, don't you?"
"Ah, but what if I don't?" Arthur teased.
"I'll make you sweets until you start to love me again," Marceau "threatened." "Or tickle you to death."
"I take back what I said. You're not a sadist. You're satan," Arthur droned.
Marceau snorted and rested his head on Arthur's shoulder near his neck. The slight tickle of Arthur's hair against his cheek just made him smile. "Even better."
"If you say so."
They were both perfectly content to just sit there for the next couple of hours, but it was hard to ignore Marceau's phone. Especially when Gilbert kept changing the ringtone to outright infuriating songs. Just for when he called so they would always know who it was.
After fumbling around, he managed to grab his phone without moving too far from Arthur. "What?" Marceau asked as a way of answering the phone. "We don't have to be over by noon. What are you getting so damn worked up for?"
Arthur rolled his eyes as Marceau shifted away. Gilbert was insane. How early did he expect them to be over? Listen to unintelligible German crackling through a phone was not his idea of a relaxing morning.
"Alright, fine, fine. We'll be over at eleven. Can you hold onto your German panties until then?" Marceau huffed. He then snickered at the aggravated shouting before hanging up. He didn't even bother saying goodbye.
"What's his problem?" Arthur asked.
"Oh, the same as always. He's a lunatic and doesn't know how to handle normal people," Marceau sighed. It was more like he was… "romantically" inept, but Arthur knew what was going on without going out of his way to point that out.
"Ah, of course. What else is new?" Arthur asked as Marceau stood up to change. He chose to stay on the bed and checked his phone for the first time that morning. If Gilbert had fucked something up, he surely would have had messages. Since it was clear, though, it was more likely that Gilbert simply didn't know how to do life in general.
When Macreau sat down to put his shoes on, Arthur raised an eyebrow at him. "I figure we might as well go out early and get a little shopping done first. Since Gilbert is making us get up early anyway."
"Ah, well… I suppose." After sitting there for a moment, Arthur set his phone down and moved to sit behind Marceau. "It's hot out," he explained as he started to tie Marceau's hair up for him.
Marceau just smiled and tied his shoes. The sort of relationship he had with Arthur was irreplaceable. It had taken a long time for them to get so comfortable with each other, but every fight and rough patch was worth it in the end.
*You moved. Not me.
**S-Stop-please!
(I used Google Translate. I am ignorant in French)
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