Re: Whose Clueless Now? USxUK part 6c
anonymous
December 29 2009, 07:17:26 UTC
Alfred simply stared at him, his hands almost comically suspended beside his head as he took in Francis’s words. “What do you mean?”
“I mean that Angleterre seems awfully frustrated at the thought that you and I are lovers.”
Alfred stared at Francis, his hands dropping limply to his sides, as the man gazed back at him unblinkingly, the man’s expression completely serious. Alfred shook his head a bit, “No…it can’t be…”
But memories from the last few days flashed across his mind’s eye and suddenly he noticed things he hadn’t before. The times Arthur’s mood turned especially sour and the way his green glare would focus on Francis whenever the man was close to Alfred. Arthur’s hurt, bitter expression when he asked Alfred about his dinner with Francis the night before. He had to admit, it fit, but he still couldn’t believe it.
“You were trying to make him jealous?” Alfred asked with disbelief, staring at Francis as if he’d never truly seen the man before.
Francis merely shrugged. “He already was. I simply pushed it along.”
“You think so?” And suddenly Alfred’s tone was vulnerable, unable to keep the hope from bleeding into his voice.
Francis surveyed Alfred with his piercing gaze as the man leaned back against the wall behind him. A small familiar smile quirked his handsome features. “It’s obvious, non?”
Alfred merely stood there, staring. He suddenly felt tense with anxiety and anticipation, his heart beat pulsing loudly in his ears as if his body knew he was potentially on the cusp of something monumental. He wrestled with his feelings of doubt and Francis chuckled a bit, once again clapping Alfred on the back.
Alfred could feel the corners of his lips twitch up into a small smile, and he swallowed.
Francis leaned in and kissed him on both cheeks, holding Alfred’s face in his hands as he looked at him.
“Go get him, mon ami.” Francis smiled, his eyes twinkling deviously. “He is waiting.”
“I mean that Angleterre seems awfully frustrated at the thought that you and I are lovers.”
Alfred stared at Francis, his hands dropping limply to his sides, as the man gazed back at him unblinkingly, the man’s expression completely serious. Alfred shook his head a bit, “No…it can’t be…”
But memories from the last few days flashed across his mind’s eye and suddenly he noticed things he hadn’t before. The times Arthur’s mood turned especially sour and the way his green glare would focus on Francis whenever the man was close to Alfred. Arthur’s hurt, bitter expression when he asked Alfred about his dinner with Francis the night before. He had to admit, it fit, but he still couldn’t believe it.
“You were trying to make him jealous?” Alfred asked with disbelief, staring at Francis as if he’d never truly seen the man before.
Francis merely shrugged. “He already was. I simply pushed it along.”
“You think so?” And suddenly Alfred’s tone was vulnerable, unable to keep the hope from bleeding into his voice.
Francis surveyed Alfred with his piercing gaze as the man leaned back against the wall behind him. A small familiar smile quirked his handsome features. “It’s obvious, non?”
Alfred merely stood there, staring. He suddenly felt tense with anxiety and anticipation, his heart beat pulsing loudly in his ears as if his body knew he was potentially on the cusp of something monumental. He wrestled with his feelings of doubt and Francis chuckled a bit, once again clapping Alfred on the back.
Alfred could feel the corners of his lips twitch up into a small smile, and he swallowed.
Francis leaned in and kissed him on both cheeks, holding Alfred’s face in his hands as he looked at him.
“Go get him, mon ami.” Francis smiled, his eyes twinkling deviously. “He is waiting.”
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Can't wait for the next part
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I love this fill Author!Anon keep it up!
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