Arthur Fleck Archive, 2019

I Miss You Even When You're Here

Summary: You come home from work and a tired but much needed night with Arthur ensues.A/N: This is a simple short piece that's been sitting in my drafts for like a month because I kind of just...forgot about it. Literally just 1,805 words of fluff and smut.You heaved in your chest inwardly as you creaked open the door. The apartment was lit only by a simple dim lamp the corner; Arthur's writing lamp. At the sound of the the door creaking open did the heap on the couch of blankets and brown curls move around. Arthur's head shot up, naive eyes curiously peaking out through his ocean waves. His skinny frame got up and bounded over to you excitedly. You coming home from work was the absolute best part of his day, and he was never shy about letting you know-his excitement for loving you overcame his lack of confidence always.He wrapped you in his arms, pulling you close to him. Already you could sense that something was a little heavier on him than usual, something a little deeper than his usual torment. "I missed you," he mumbled sadly, rocking you back and forth in his arms as his cheek leaned against the curve in your shoulder."Oh, sweetheart," you muttered, stroking his back softly. He was wearing a soft blue sweater, as delicate to the touch as the man that was dressed in it. "I missed you too."It had been a long day at work, and, as horrible as you felt, coming home to the man you loved more than life was a refreshing breath of air, to put it lightly.Arthur lifted his head from your shoulder and smiled a shy but happy smile at you, stroking your hair gently out of your face. You two simply gazed at one another, both of you sensing the other's exhaustion, now finding some relief in the gentle love you shared, the bad feelings being blown out like a flame."I have some soup in the fridge for dinner," Arthur offered softly. "It's not much, but I didn't have the energy to make anything else tonight." He took your hand and kissed it gently, the best form of quiet apology he could offer. Arthur often spoke through touches rather than words, especially when it came to emotions that were harder to express. "Don't worry, honey." your own words were a bit distracted as you memorized the way his weathered lips brushed against your knuckles. "Come to think of it, I'm not very hungry." You kissed his cheek softly as you muttered, "I just want you."Arthur beamed a crooked smile at you as you pulled away. "Yeah?" he asked in his soft and shy voice, and you knew that it wasn't just a rhetorical question he was asking; he really wasn't sure even to this day if you really loved him.You gently rolled your eyes. "Come here, you clown," you uttered softly, and brought his lips into yours, the impatience of fully taking him into you finally being quelled, the numb and tired exhaustion finally being extinguished by the sweetness of his kiss. He moaned at your touch, and instinctively brought his hands around to your face. You felt your face melting into a pained twist of desire and lust as your pushed your vagina against his crotch.In his passion, Arthur lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around him, the sheer ache in them starting to feel a little less unbearable. Arthur spoiled your jawline in kisses as he carried you to the bedroom, then twisted around and sat at the end of the bed, your arms wrapped around him, you legs caressing his thighs. Through the tired feeling didn't leave either of you, it was becoming buried underneath sweet words and gentle caresses. Arthur began to pull your shirt off of you, and you gasped with a touch of lust at how wonderfully and deliriously amazing it felt to have him touch you after a long day of having nothing but rough and uncaring words and hands do so.You pushed him down, feeling your own desire overcome you. You pushed your hands through his curls, and he felt his cock throb against your thigh. Your own folds were throbbing as well. You sighed gently against his lips, the exhaustion of your bones fighting with your desire to let your Arthur feel the pleasure he so desired and deserved."Hey, if you're too tired, when can put this off for another night," Arthur mumbled softly between your lips. He could read you so well. You shook your head, determined."That's alright," you said softly. "I want you, darling."Arthur smirked mischievously. "How about a quickie?"You laughed and pushed your head into his neck, your love for him again once again overcoming you, quelling your aching bones. It amazed you every time how deeply he made you feel, even in your most worn out, burnt out states.Arthur's lips began to explore yours hungrily as his his hands worked on pulling your pants down. You smiled against his lips as you felt the hard feeling of his cock against your folds. Your own hands worked down to his pajama pants and pulled them halfway down his thigh. His cock hardened even further as he entered you, and he began to thrust into you up and down, up and down, just the right combination of gentle but persistent, like a oceans wave kissing the beach shore. In and out, In and out.Arthur came into your quickly as he always did, but you two continued to let your lips and tongue alike dance for a little while more, your hips still enjoying the sensation of being against his. As Arthur's semen swept into you, you felt a strange otherworldly pleasure beyond just sexual fill your body, something that was greater than any physical or tangible sensation.You fell asleep with Arthur's arms swept around yours. You body was still half on top of him as sleep claimed the both of you. The heat and comfort of his body was always enough to bring you the peace you needed.For reasons you didn't understand, you woke up early in the morning, around four AM. Your first instinct, as it always was, was to lift your face toward's Arthur's, who's very being gave you strength.You heart melted at the graceful look he had on his face. His curls were kissing his eye brows, his lines a sort of art etched onto his face. Everything about Arthur was art, as far as you were concerned, but especially so when he was asleep.You couldn't study his face enough. There was something about his face that brought complete peace to you, some sort of solace that you couldn't imagine life without. The way his teeth peeked out of his lips, the way his wrinkles seemed to speak words on his weathered face. There were some nights when he would wake from nightmares, and those were the nights when he would study you, taking in every ounce of comfort he could possibly get.But most nights it was you studying him. Truly, there was something about studying his face that truly energized you. The way his fragile chest heaved in and out, in and out. The way he twitched and sometimes mumbled sweet and gentle thoughts in his sleep, sometimes even calling out your name, to which you quickly wrapped your arms around him gladly, instantly swaying him back to sleep. The way he entirely let his guard down that he didn't even know he had when awake that he dropped when sleeping, becoming the absolute pure being that you knew he was born to be. He almost looked like an innocent, ethereal being in the dark light of the moon in the purest way, reflecting off of his skin and making him look like a damaged, fragile but absolutely stunning angel. There was always an air or heavy torment surrounding him; never was your Arthur truly at peace. But seeing him sleep was so peaceful brought out the inner most part of him that he tried to hard to hide from the world in order to protect and care for himself. Every line and curl fell into each other, one falling from one end to the other. Everything about his precious face connected in small but poetic and beautiful manners. His lips twitched in a quirky way, as if he knew you were studying him.You smiled softly and reached out to caress him. Arthur let out a soft cry in is sleep, and then, to your unhappiness, he opened his striking eyes and looked at you through an exhausted gaze. "I'm sorry, Arthur," you whispered gently. "I didn't meant to wake you. I just needed to to feel you."Arthur beamed instantly in spite of the obvious tired feeling upon his face. Despite how bone tired he was, he absolutely adored when you needed him. It reminded him for the first time in his life that he was needed, truly wanted.There was nothing he wouldn't do for you.Arthur huddled himself up against you and nuzzled his nose against yours. He reached out his own hand and cupped your face. "That's ok, Y/N," he sighed softly against your lips. "Time with you makes me feel so much better anyway."You hummed softly. "I miss you even when you're here," you whispered softly as you gazed at his seagreen pools glinting at you in the dark, all the love and magic in the world in them. "It's hard to explain."Arthur smirked softly. "I know what that's like," he whispered softly as he pressed his lips to your hand lovingly."You do?"Arthur nodded eagerly. "Yeah, because of you. No amount of time with you feels good enough. And even when we're together, it's never enough, knowing that you'll be gone soon, and just in my head again." He was speaking the words in the softest, gentlest tones, the heat of his breath radiating against your palm like warm, loving waves.You felt a sadness ebb at your core. Arthur spoke more in his silences than he did in his words. If you wanted to know his true thoughts, it would come out in his long silences, and begging eyes, rather than what he spoke. What he was asking for was more, just more of you; whatever you could possibly give him would mean the world to him in that simple bed that held nights upon nights of what you meant to each other. "Well," you whispered softly, playfulness ebbing at your voice. "There's no rules about making sure those memories in your head aren't full of passion and love."Arthur's eyes glinted playfully-he knew exactly what you were talking about.Your own eyes gleamed as your minds made a connection, and you eased yourself onto him, pressing your lips against his warm ones as he embraced your face in yours."Time for round two," you mumbled against his lips.