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Framerica: Numb

Francis hummed as he stirred the soup. He heard the front door open and close and smiled, before he turned the stove to a low simmer. He went to the front door and saw Alfred take off his jacket. He winced a bit when he saw Alfred's lip.

"So, how did it go with the dentist?" Francis asked.

"Six cavities," Alfred slurred. "Need to go back next week for the rest."

Francis winced. After a few seconds, he grinned and slid closer to Alfred. He started to kiss Alfred, focusing on the bottom lip, gnawing at it. Alfred groaned.

"I can't feel it," he whined.

"Oh, mon pauvre," Francis teased, before he pecked the bottom lip again.

Alfred grabbed Francis's arms and gently pushed him away, a light glare on his face.

"You can be so mean," Alfred slurred.

"Désolé," Francis chuckled. "I knew that you would probably not be able to feel your mouth much, so I made soup for lunch. I didn't want you to bite yourself. We can wait for it to cool a little, if you'd like?"

Alfred sighed before he hugged Francis.

"Thanks," he slurred.

"And you know that you're not to eat any desserts for the rest of the month," Francis teased.

Alfred groaned.

The prompt is: 'Person A returns home from the dentist and can't feel their bottom lip and B keeps kissing them and A is upset that they can't feel it.'