The Little Things

🌹Thirty-Eight🌹

     Arthur flopped onto the couch. He had decided to wait for Francis to calm down on his own.

     He sat there for hours before he saw his Frenchman again.

     Francis crept into the room, a blanket loosely hanging from his shoulders. He walked over to Arthur and sat down in his lap, clearly still mad for some unknown reason.

     Arthur slowly curled his arms around Francis, hoping to not chase him away again.

     Francis leaned into Arthur, his brow creasing. He growled in frustration and hid his face in Arthur's chest.

     Arthur started petting the Frenchman's head.

     "Stahp," Francis hissed.

     Arthur quickly stopped. "Okay... I'm sorry...."

     Francis grunted quietly.

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     Francis played with a button on Arthur's shirt, an angered look still in his eyes.

     Arthur was engrossed in Doctor Who and didn't really care what Francis was doing, as long as he stayed happy.

     The button came undone, revealing part of Arthur's chest. Francis huffed in annoyance and started playing with the button below it. After a while, that one also came undone. Francis soon found himself trying not to stare at Arthur's chest and started playing with the next button. His eyes flicked up to the bare skin. He slowly reached up and touched his fingers to Arthur's chest.

     Arthur jumped and looked down at Francis. "Geez... your hands are cold...!"

     Francis quickly pulled his hand away and glared at Arthur until the bushy-browed man stopped looking at him.

     After a few minutes, Francis started drawing circles on Arthur's chest with a finger.

     Arthur looked down at him. Francis stopped, his finger still on Arthur's chest, and glared up at the green-eyed man. Arthur raised an eyebrow at him before looking away.

     Francis went back to playing with the buttons on Arthur's shirt. They eventually all got unbuttoned, and of course, Arthur wasn't paying attention.

     Francis ran his hands down Arthur's chest admiringly.

     Arthur blushed bright red and forced himself to not look down.

     The Frenchman whimpered softly and rested his head against Arthur's chest. He closed his eyes and listened to Arthur's calming heartbeat. Francis whimpered again and gently touched his hands to Arthur's stomach.

     Arthur breathed in sharply and slowly wrapped his arms around Francis. "You're alright, my Frenchie."

     Francis squeaked and gently kneaded Arthur's stomach.

     Arthur pressed his lips to Francis' forehead and pulled him closer. He started humming softly.

     Francis sighed happily and looked up at Arthur. "Ar- ghhmm~..." he was silenced by a gentle kiss from the Englishman.