[Mod!Post] HetaChristmas Advent Lightning Challenge!
For the next few days at least, we're all going to be busy with holidays and with the Hetalia Christmas Event and as a way to pass the time I have come up with this challenge.
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Three days after the Christmas Eve party debacle, Francis had recovered enough to wander into the Studios, intending to take advantage of the lack of filming to write-up the half dozen script ideas that the dinner party conversation had generated. The Studio was quiet and empty, but for one office, and Francis sighed fondly as he walked passed the Jos' closed door, the sound of his footsteps chased by the efficient clacking of Jos' fingers on the laptop keys.
He really needed to remind Jos of the value of rest and relaxation, Francis thought, feeling his desire stir as he remembered the stillness of a New York afternoon and the beauty of skin on skin in the late afternoon sun.
That was by far his favorite, private script, one that he found himself returning to over and over again, turning over the pages of memory, indulging in Jos' bedroom dark smile to his heart's content.
Francis was so caught up in the net of his own dirty thoughts that he didn't notice the box sitting on his desk until he'd made his way to his chair and found his efforts to turn on the computer monitor blocked.
He smiled and laughed lightly as he ran his fingers over the precise, economical corners of the wrapping paper, feeling Jos under each sharp fold. Like a child, Francis shook the box, and weighed it in his hands, terribly excited to know what Jos would think to gift him. He He was also amused like everything else in their strange little dance, this important change in tempo was occurring within the office, inside the walls of their shared domain.
And when he could hold out no longer, curiosity sweeping over him like a wave, Francis peeled away the paper and slid a finger under the tape holding the box together, hiding away his gift, lifting the lid so slowly, drawing out his eager anticipation.
"Oh, my jealous darling," Francis murmured delightedly as a lovely, crisp, blue apron emerged from between the folds of white tissue.
He spread it out over the desk, fingering the ties as he admired it, mentally apologizing to his treasured old David apron, as it seemed he had a new favorite in the kitchen now.
Francis considered strolling down that closed office door to give Jos a private fashion show, but decided to play things a little differently, picking up the desk phone instead.
"Jos van Rijn."
Francis smiled into the sound of Jos' stern, clipped greeting, answering brightly, "This is Bonnefoy, calling to thank Mr. van Rijn for the very lovely and very generous Christmas gift."
There was a huff on the line, Jos' voice dryly amused as he asked, "It was necessary. Why are you calling me from two doors down?"
Francis smirked, purring lowly, "You told me to stop coming on to you in the office, and I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to help myself at the moment."
Jos paused, the sound of typing disappearing, his answer considering, "Well. There is a matter of your outstanding debt that we need to discuss."
"Too right, my darling, I would hate for to accrue too much interest," Francis said playfully, already standing from his chair to slide on the apron.
"Come to my office and we'll determine the terms of repayment," Jos demanded smugly, stoking Francis' lust.
It seemed the game was on. The scripts could wait. He would much rather write another memory to keep in his ever growing collection of Jos.
~~End
(Not enough time for proper smuttiness, but thanks so much for requesting this pair! I love them!)
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