Before The War Starts (FrUK)

Chapter eight

October 15, 1938
"The paper says Nazi Germany banned Jews from practicing law after November 30, just bans after bans over there; what in gods name is happening?" My brother was talking to me over the phone, shocked. He was right, every day was something new. Their leader is out of control. "Yes, I know, brother; I have to go now, though; we can talk more tomorrow," I tried to hang up. "Okay! Be safe!" He called before hanging up. "Darling, stop stressing," Francis tried pulling me closer, but I pushed him away. "Don't call me that, I told you. And I am fine; it's my day off, so I think I will sleep"

I walked over to the bed and threw myself on it, Getting into the blankets. I was so comfortable, I just didn't want to leave. It isn't very gentlemanly for me to sleep in this late, but who cares? I am tired, I thought as I closed my eyes. I suddenly felt an arm around me that pulled me closer. "Don't worry, Arthur. It hurts seeing you this way," Francis whispered to me. My eyes widened as I jumped to sit up. "Francis, you can't be doing this."

As much as I liked the extra affection he showed me; I got scared that we'll be caught. "The shop is locked, blinds are closed, and room entrance is covered. It is fine, darling," he pulled me back to him. We weren't together or anything; I just didn't want people getting the wrong idea. He is very confusing, and I have no idea if this is how he acts towards everyone or just me. "Don't call me darling; someone might get the wrong idea," I said, trying to get away. "Who is going to get the wrong idea? Me? Or you? I thought the idea was pretty clear between the both of us," he whispered in my ear.

As the shivers went down my spine. My face got hot as I stopped fighting. "I think I was left out of that idea, you should explain it to me," I laughed, shaking my head and soon getting out of his grasp. I turned over to face him, and he continued to have a huge smile on his face. "I could tell you, or maybe, show you?" Francis pulled me closer, biting my ear softly. That was it! That made me burst. "Uhhhhhh" was all I could say. I am an idiot.

"Save it for later," I pushed away and sat up on the bed. "Nooo, come back," he whined like a child. "What? Why? I am trying to sleep, and you won't let me," I looked at him, and he had a begging face. "Okay, I will stop," he said sadly. I nodded, laying back down. I breathed out tiredly as I felt his arms come over me again. "What did I say?"
"Shhhh, just a little while longer," he asked. So I let him. We had been living together for about two weeks.

This was the most affectionate he had been. Sometimes he does more than others, but he seems very comfortable with me. "So, what is the idea?" I asked. Francis started to laugh as I turned my body towards him. "If you don't know, then I don't think I should say; you should just find out on your own," he teased. "Uhh, just tell me" I made a straight face. "We are good friends... as you say," he lifted a brow with a smile. "Oh, okay then," I shrugged, turning away from him. If it's like that, I shouldn't be seeing him as anything more.

"Do you want to do anything today?" I asked. "Laying here with you is the best thing I plan to do today," Francis pulled me next to him, and I just let him. He was so warm and smelled so good; how could I resist? I have no idea what relationship he wants with me, so I will just go with the flow and see what happens from here on out. "Did you want to do anything?" he asked, placing his head on mine.

I wanted him; that's all I wanted in today. Francis, and only him. His soft skin, soft hair, beautiful smile, and amazing personality. I wanted all of it today. "Nothing...I guess to lay down the rest of the day, we both work a lot," I laughed. "We definitely do; you know what I hear gets rid of stress?" He asked. I turned to face him and lifted a brow. "What is it?" I was curious. Was it like a specific tea? Or candles? Maybe a Long day of rest. "So the trick is to close your eyes first," he smiled.

"Oh, okay," I did as he said and lay there quietly as I waited for the instructions. "Do you trust me?" He asked. "Yes, of course," I laughed, still with my eyes closed. "Okay then," I felt his arms wrap around me, pulling me very close. I really couldn't tell how close since my eyes were closed. But it was close enough to where our chests touched each other. "Lift your head just slightly," he asked, which I did, pretty confused. What was this supposed to do? Stretch me out, maybe? Maybe it's some French thing they do here. Interesting.

"I won't do this next part without your permission. Do you say yes to anything I think would help relieve stress?" He asked. I soon started laughing, still with my eyes closed. "Yes, of course, I trust you," I smiled excitedly. "Okay then...." I suddenly felt him say that over my lips. His breath against my skin caused shivers down my spine. What was happening? Why was I letting this happen? Surely enough, I felt his lips over mine slowly and lovingly. "Francis?" That was what I managed to say underneath him as he started to climb on top of me.

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