Cohabitation (2/2)inglorious_dmkSeptember 3 2010, 04:28:30 UTC
Arthur kicked Francis in the ribs. "Look what you did," he complained. "This tea is ruined now."
Francis groaned and rolled over, wincing a little as his bare stomach touched the cold tile floor. "Couldn't you just warm it up?" he asked.
"No I cannot just warm it up, you great idiot," Arthur scowled, dumping the potful of cold, bitter tea down the sink. "I'll have to make another, now."
Francis wiggled his eyebrows. "Perhaps you should just not bother, and join me back on the floor," he said, stroking up and down Arthur's bare leg, or what he could reach of it.
"Do you really think that'll work twice in one--" Suddenly, Arthur froze and his face went white as a sheet. Francis frowned, propped himself up on one elbow and debated getting up to see what the problem was, but a clear, peppy voice sent him flat to the floor again.
"Good morning, dear!"
The color was returning to Arthur's face now, starting with the tips of his ears and spreading to his cheeks. "H-hello, Mrs Beckford," he said. "Lovely weather, isn't it?"
"Yes, it's just beautiful," Francis could hear their neighbour answer in her cheery sing-song voice. "The shop should be busy today. I've got to be off, in fact! Say hello to your young man for me."
"I will," Arthur replied in his fake neighbour voice with his fake neighbour smile plastered to his face and not a stitch of clothing on his body. There was the slam of the garden gate and Arthur said stiffly, "Francis, Mrs Beckford says hello."
Francis was laughing far too hard to answer, propped up against the cupboard, holding his sides. Arthur, after a moment's pause, joined him.
* * *
Francis pulled out Arthur's chair for him. "I almost thought you were going to stand me up," he said.
"And have you moping about the house for the next two weeks? No thank you." Arthur shucked his jacket and scarf as he sat down. "Did you order yet? I'm starved."
"I ordered us soufflés," Francis said, "They're excellent here."
Arthur nodded distractedly. "Those puffy chocolate things, right?"
Francis smiled. "These ones are cheese, I like them better."
"Right, right, you made those for me once." Arthur sniffed at his wine and took an experimental sip. "They were good, you should make them again, you stingy bastard?"
Francis laughed and lifted his teacup. "Perhaps I will," he said.
Re: Cohabitation (2/2)archangelunmeiSeptember 4 2010, 04:03:40 UTC
Eeeeeee, that was so cute. ♥ Just how I've always imagined these two would be if they ever lived together for any length of time. But now I'm curious about that fight!
And Arthur, oh Arthur. ♥ "No talking when the Doctor is talking" indeed. And thinking that throwing crockery is 'romantic'. And Alice.
No, I haven't been obsessively stalking waiting for the gifts to be revealed, what do you mean?
Francis groaned and rolled over, wincing a little as his bare stomach touched the cold tile floor. "Couldn't you just warm it up?" he asked.
"No I cannot just warm it up, you great idiot," Arthur scowled, dumping the potful of cold, bitter tea down the sink. "I'll have to make another, now."
Francis wiggled his eyebrows. "Perhaps you should just not bother, and join me back on the floor," he said, stroking up and down Arthur's bare leg, or what he could reach of it.
"Do you really think that'll work twice in one--" Suddenly, Arthur froze and his face went white as a sheet. Francis frowned, propped himself up on one elbow and debated getting up to see what the problem was, but a clear, peppy voice sent him flat to the floor again.
"Good morning, dear!"
The color was returning to Arthur's face now, starting with the tips of his ears and spreading to his cheeks. "H-hello, Mrs Beckford," he said. "Lovely weather, isn't it?"
"Yes, it's just beautiful," Francis could hear their neighbour answer in her cheery sing-song voice. "The shop should be busy today. I've got to be off, in fact! Say hello to your young man for me."
"I will," Arthur replied in his fake neighbour voice with his fake neighbour smile plastered to his face and not a stitch of clothing on his body. There was the slam of the garden gate and Arthur said stiffly, "Francis, Mrs Beckford says hello."
Francis was laughing far too hard to answer, propped up against the cupboard, holding his sides. Arthur, after a moment's pause, joined him.
* * *
Francis pulled out Arthur's chair for him. "I almost thought you were going to stand me up," he said.
"And have you moping about the house for the next two weeks? No thank you." Arthur shucked his jacket and scarf as he sat down. "Did you order yet? I'm starved."
"I ordered us soufflés," Francis said, "They're excellent here."
Arthur nodded distractedly. "Those puffy chocolate things, right?"
Francis smiled. "These ones are cheese, I like them better."
"Right, right, you made those for me once." Arthur sniffed at his wine and took an experimental sip. "They were good, you should make them again, you stingy bastard?"
Francis laughed and lifted his teacup. "Perhaps I will," he said.
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And Arthur, oh Arthur. ♥ "No talking when the Doctor is talking" indeed. And thinking that throwing crockery is 'romantic'. And Alice.
No, I haven't been obsessively stalking waiting for the gifts to be revealed, what do you mean?
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