Frerard OneShots (finished)

XLIX - Paint and Flowers

[i read T12 recently and now i always have the reflex to make Frank say 'Tigrotto' i need a life also this is in G's pov and full-on fluff]

I sat on the ground in our bedroom, a small plastic cup in my hand and a brush in the other. In front of me stood multiple bottles and pots of different colored paints and right as I grabbed the white one, the door to the apartment opened.

I heard his keys fall into the small bowl next to the entrance, the next were footsteps, and before I knew it, my fiancé stood in the doorframe (all handsome with his suit and tie), smiling at me. "What are you doing?" He asked, obviously amused but I couldn't blame him; I sat there on the ground, in shorts and a t-shirt. That was pretty ridiculous, wasn't it?

"'M painting," I said, setting the brush down and unscrewing the cap of the bottle with the white paint, then pouring a small amount into the plastic cup, "what does this look like? Ice skating?"

Frank scoffed, then got over to me. "You can't even ice skate."

"Exactly," I said, grabbing the blue bottle and pouring a larger amount into the cup, "but I know what I'm doing so this isn't ice skating. Why are you home early?"

He stood right next to me now, watching me as I took the yellow bottle and added a small amount. "Apparently," he said, mockery clear in his voice, "there was a lot of work I'm 'not qualified to do' so Derek let me leave early."

"That's nice," I said, picking the brush up again and mixing the paint in the cup, "now you can spend more time with your fiancé."

I didn't see it but I knew he was grinning. "My fiancé," he said, and the certain tone of voice he used had me perking up, "is super okay with me ordering take out, isn't he?"

"Frankie," I sighed, setting the brush and cup down in my lap, "we had take out just last Wednesday- that's two days ago. Again? Really?"

With a heavy sigh and a pout, he sat down next to me, and for a second, I was worried his suit would get paint on it. Then, he leaned against my shoulder and that's when it clicked; he didn't care if some paint ruined his suit. He just wanted to be close to me and I heart swelled when I realized that.

"I'm just really lazy and I don't wanna cook right now," he looked up at me with these pleading eyes, "please, Gee? Just one more time?"

Rolling my eyes, I caved; those eyes were gonna be the death of me, I swear. Plus the suit he had to wear for work made him look super fucking hot and I didn't really want him to use that to his advantage. Because he knew; he knew I couldn't resist him with his white shirt and his black blazer and his stupid blue tie and his fucking dress pants-

Before I knew it, I was pulling him in by his tie and kissing him. He seemed caught off-guard but moaned when I deepened the kiss, my other hand running through his hair and tugging just the tiniest bit.

I quickly pulled away though, not wanting this to get out of hand; he had just gotten off work and was super tired, as he had said, and I still wanted to paint. Plus the weather was super hot and I didn't want to sweat even more, if you get what I mean.

Frank panted and was about to lean in again when I turned back to the paint in front of me. He knew not to take it personally so he didn't mention it. "So, take out?"

"Only if we get Chinese," I said, holding the paint into the light to see if I liked the shade.

"You're the best," Frank said, kissing my temple before getting up and ordering the food.

By the time he came back, I had already put some of the green paint onto the wall, right where I wanted it.

"What's your plan?" He asked, and when I turned around, he was taking off his dress pants to put on some sweatpants. "Like," he gestured to the wall I was standing in front of, "what'd you wanna have on the wall?"

"Oh," I glanced at the pot of green paint in front of me and from the corner of my eye, I saw him loosen his tie, "I thought I could paint a garden right here. With a small river or something..."

Frank took the tie off, then unbuttoned his shirt. "That sounds nice," he said, "do you need help?"

With a smile, I scoffed, still watching him undress.

He was my fiancé, sue me.

"Frankie, we both know you can't handle paint. I went to art school, what did you do?"

"I went to college and learned stuff that I could actually need in life," he said, pulling a fresh shirt over his head and taking a pair of sweatpants out of the closet.

"Touché." I turned back to the wall and put some more paint on it, careful not to get any paint on the wall socket on the bottom. When two arms wrapped around my waist, I startled. How the fuck could he always be so sneaky?

"Relax," Frank giggled and put his head on my shoulder, "it's just me."

I relaxed against him, neglecting the paint that was already starting to dry at the bottom of the cup but I couldn't care less. Usually, when Frank came home from work, he was so exhausted that we didn't even have time to cuddle; he would eat and then instantly fall asleep, leaving me wide awake with a movie on to occupy me.

But who am I to complain?

He was working hard to get the money that we needed- well, some of my art pieces sold pretty high, not gonna lie, but that just wasn't enough. I always said I'd get a job but with Frank being around, I didn't necessarily need to.

And since I was lazy, I just pushed it to the back of my mind whenever the thought would surface and that was it.

Frank had started to leave soft kisses along my neck and my shoulder. "Why are you so tense? What are you thinking about?"

His voice had me relax again and I quickly set the brush and cup down before turning around and hugging him properly. "Just thinking about how lucky I am to have you." I felt him smile against my neck and it sent a shiver down my spine.

"I love you." He tightened his grip around my waist and sighed in content.

Quickly, I kissed the top of his head. "I love you too, Frankie."

Right then, the doorbell rang and I groaned internally.

We could never have a moment, could we?

"I got it," Frank said, getting onto his tippy-toes and pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth before rushing off again.

With a sigh, I put the brush in a glass of water and closed all the paint bottles, then went to the kitchen.

I stopped in the doorframe when I caught sight of the flowers and the candles next to our take out food on the table. "Frank?" I glanced at my fiancé, then back at the flowers, an amused smile on my face. "What are you doing?"

He got over to me quickly, taking my hand in both of his. "I know I don't have that much time for you lately," he said, and his eyes held nothing but sincerity, "and I wanna make it up to you. We currently don't have the money for some fancy restaurant but I thought this would do..." he trailed off at the end, his gaze down. "I'm sorry if it isn't enough."

"Frankie," I squeezed his hand and smiled when he shyly looked up.

"It's perfect."