always for the first time 7/7
anonymous
May 10 2010, 09:09:32 UTC
Matthew turned to find Francis waiting for him. He was smiling in way that was quite suggestive, and staring very pointedly at Matthew's mouth.
"Ah...F-Francis. I didn't see you there," Matthew said. He could do little more than blush, look down and shove his hands a little deeper into his pants pockets.
"You have good taste in poets," Francis said.
"Thank you," Matthew said.
All he could think was the feel of Francis' mouth against his, and then his lips parting to let him further explore his mouth. His mind was still trying to comprehend that this was even real. He'd spent so much time convincing himself that there wasn't any chance that the notes could be aimed at him that he didn't know what to do at the revelation that they were.
Francis took his hand and kissed the back of his palm, and nuzzled against him. "From now on, I'll woo you in a more direct manner."
"I'd like that," Matthew said.
And when Francis finally did lower his mouth to his, it only felt sweeter than he could have imagined. Nestfuls of kisses, indeed. It was warm, like thawing out his cold hands in front of the fire, after slipping them from the softness of the snowy mittens. It was nostalgia and hope for a future in one as his pulse raced. He put his arms about Francis' neck and felt himself being pushed to wall where the poetry had been written. His eyelids fluttered, and he saw glimpses of the world past Francis, past the dim light reflected golden off of him. The world looked more beautiful from this angle. He felt Francis' hand entwine with his, and a part of him felt such wonder that bodies could fit together so well.
They only broke apart when they heard laughter, and found a few students passing. Matthew blushed, but Francis was nonplussed, even smug. He winked at them
"Now, mon chéri, shall we go somewhere a bit more private? I have many things I want to show you," Francis said.
His hand was still in Matthew's. Matthew was torn between the joyous disbelief, and the nagging fear that his palms would sweat.
"Oh, I'm coming," Matthew said. He rubbed the chalky dust from the back of his shirt.
"Oh you will be," Francis said.
"What?"
"Oh, nothing," Francis said smoothly. "Your family isn't expecting you back soon? I do intend to keep you out a very long time."
"Uh...I don't think Al or Arthur will miss me at all, frankly. They were off busy at some football game thing," Matthew said, gesturing with his hand.
"Ah, perfect. There is a shady spot about that ridge that is a very good place to watch sunsets."
Even Matthew wasn't so naive as to not recognize Makeout Ridge at even the slightest mention. He'd never been there personally, but he'd heard tales, and that was enough, really.
Re: always for the first time 7/7
anonymous
May 10 2010, 14:05:55 UTC
Read this just for ninja!poet Francis. Ended up loving everyone. So. Much. Giggle-fit. XD Francis's going "how can he be so DENSE DX" inspired a great many lols, as did Gilbert's utter lack of anything helpful to say. Oh boys. <3
Re: always for the first time 7/7
anonymous
May 10 2010, 21:57:57 UTC
Aw, this was so cute and hilarious! I loved the characters' interaction -- France and Gilbert, maaan, bffs are just so useful with their 'advice' (and the mention of Hungary was great, too). Great job author!anon.
Re: always for the first time 7/7
anonymous
May 11 2010, 04:03:16 UTC
OH my this is GOLDEN. I've been needing Franada like a burning for a long time. And you've got some wonderful lines! Pfff "oh, you will be..."
Of course, what made me laugh loudly and inappropriately was probably Francis had flirted with a very perplexed custodian. Hahahahahahha OH yeah, I can see that. I can see that VERY well.
Matthew turned to find Francis waiting for him. He was smiling in way that was quite suggestive, and staring very pointedly at Matthew's mouth.
"Ah...F-Francis. I didn't see you there," Matthew said. He could do little more than blush, look down and shove his hands a little deeper into his pants pockets.
"You have good taste in poets," Francis said.
"Thank you," Matthew said.
All he could think was the feel of Francis' mouth against his, and then his lips parting to let him further explore his mouth. His mind was still trying to comprehend that this was even real. He'd spent so much time convincing himself that there wasn't any chance that the notes could be aimed at him that he didn't know what to do at the revelation that they were.
Francis took his hand and kissed the back of his palm, and nuzzled against him. "From now on, I'll woo you in a more direct manner."
"I'd like that," Matthew said.
And when Francis finally did lower his mouth to his, it only felt sweeter than he could have imagined. Nestfuls of kisses, indeed. It was warm, like thawing out his cold hands in front of the fire, after slipping them from the softness of the snowy mittens. It was nostalgia and hope for a future in one as his pulse raced. He put his arms about Francis' neck and felt himself being pushed to wall where the poetry had been written. His eyelids fluttered, and he saw glimpses of the world past Francis, past the dim light reflected golden off of him. The world looked more beautiful from this angle. He felt Francis' hand entwine with his, and a part of him felt such wonder that bodies could fit together so well.
They only broke apart when they heard laughter, and found a few students passing. Matthew blushed, but Francis was nonplussed, even smug. He winked at them
"Now, mon chéri, shall we go somewhere a bit more private? I have many things I want to show you," Francis said.
His hand was still in Matthew's. Matthew was torn between the joyous disbelief, and the nagging fear that his palms would sweat.
"Oh, I'm coming," Matthew said. He rubbed the chalky dust from the back of his shirt.
"Oh you will be," Francis said.
"What?"
"Oh, nothing," Francis said smoothly. "Your family isn't expecting you back soon? I do intend to keep you out a very long time."
"Uh...I don't think Al or Arthur will miss me at all, frankly. They were off busy at some football game thing," Matthew said, gesturing with his hand.
"Ah, perfect. There is a shady spot about that ridge that is a very good place to watch sunsets."
Even Matthew wasn't so naive as to not recognize Makeout Ridge at even the slightest mention. He'd never been there personally, but he'd heard tales, and that was enough, really.
"I'd love to," Matthew said.
And he meant it with ever fiber of his being.
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Thank you for your comment ♥
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The quips were hilarious and made my day. I should like to recite poetry and serenade you badly sometime. :3 Please let me know when you're free!
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I'm always free~ Thank you for your sweet comment ♥
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Thank you!
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Of course, what made me laugh loudly and inappropriately was probably Francis had flirted with a very perplexed custodian. Hahahahahahha OH yeah, I can see that. I can see that VERY well.
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That was a fun line to write XD Oh, Francis.
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