The Little Things

🌹Ten🌹

     Arthur's face was buried in Francis' neck and he quietly breathed in his scent of roses and wine (Arthur was never quite sure how, but, no matter what, Francis always managed to smell like that. He was almost positive that it was ingrained into the Frenchman's skin and was impossible to get rid of).

     Francis whimpered softly as Arthur pressed a gentle kiss to his neck.

     "That didn't mean anything frog..." he mumbled quietly.

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     Francis sat on the floor in the living room, pawing at the toy frog which lay on the floor.

     The doorbell suddenly rang and Francis started crying.

     Arthur quickly darted out of the kitchen, cleaning his hands with a rag. On his way to the door he ruffled Francis' hair, causing the Frenchman to look up at him teary-eyed. Arthur opened the front door slightly.

     "Hello... mmhmm... okay... thanks." He closed the door and turned to face Francis. "That was the neighbors... advising me against cooking..." Arthur growled. "I can cook whenever I bloody want! I'm an absolutely brilliant cook! Shows what they know." He stomped off towards the kitchen.

     Francis crawled after him. "No."

     "What?!" Arthur whirled around.

     "No." Francis placed his hand on Arthur's foot and gave him a pleading look.

     Arthur scowled at Francis. His eyes suddenly widened. "We will discuss this later...." He quickly rushed off into the kitchen, soon after, the sound of the smoke alarm rang out.