December 12
Francis Bonnefoy couldn't stand waiting for Arthur to get home. Yet again, he was working into the late hours of the night. Usually, Francis was used to this. But today was Christmas Eve. How could he stay so late on tonight of all nights? He sighed, taking a sip of his wine. He had anticipated Arthur to come home around midnight. Slowly, he dozed off to sleep.
When he was awoken by the sound of the door opening, it was eleven o'clock, he groaned in protest. Surely whoever was breaking in could at least try to make very little noise.
Arthur crept into the room, trying his best to keep quite, but as soon as he saw Francis was awake, he dropped the act.
"How long have you been waiting?" He sat down cautiously next to him.
Francis just slithered his arms around him. "Since you left, mon amour."
Arthur shook his head, apologizing under his breath. "I get of all tomorrow and next week off." Francis smiled, hugging Arthur closer.
"Good."
~La Fin~
BWAHHHH This one was really short... Sorry you guys... I've recently been super behind on homework, so I can't write as much. As soon as school lets out, I'll try to write more, okay?
Until then!