Soft Shock - 6/?
anonymous
November 9 2010, 06:57:00 UTC
O-oh my goodness... all the lovely comments I received just totally made me go on a writing' spree. THANK YOU everyone who had such kind words to say. This is my first time writing from France's POV so I am so thrilled that I'm not messing him up so far! ♥
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“Mon lapin,” Francis purred in Alfred’s ear, pressing his body up against Alfred’s.
Alfred jumped, twisting his head around and blinking owlishly at Francis. Then he gave him a wide smile. “Oh, hey, Francis.”
“Bonjour, mon beau lapin,” Francis greeted, sultry smile and all.
Francis pulled away and settled beside Alfred. Alfred was in the process of pouring himself a cup of coffee, and by the smell of his breath, Francis could discern that it was not his first cup.
“What’s up?” Alfred asked.
“I am in need of your assistance,” Francis said.
Alfred brightened up instantly, and Francis smiled. If there was one thing he knew about Alfred, it was that he loved to be needed, and any excuse to play hero was fine by him. He seemed to stand up a bit straighter.
“Sure thing! What do you need?”
“Well, you see,” Francis purred, “I admittedly know so very little of your charming city, and would like to know where the best restaurant to go is, that is not-” Francis added when he saw Alfred open his mouth, “-McDonalds, but actually a place I may sit and order my food and enjoy the atmosphere for a few hours.”
“Huh,” Alfred said, and scratched at his cheek as he thought, his eyes up on the ceiling. He thought for some time, his brow furrowing in a rather endearing way, and then he began naming off some restaurants.
“Ah,” Francis interrupted just as the boy was about to pick up speed in his listing, “I was hoping that perhaps you would accompany me to one of them?”
Alfred blinked, then perked up. “Hey, good idea! My boss’ll be happy I’m spending time with you.”
“And you yourself will not be pleased?” Francis asked with a dramatic sigh. “Alfred, mon cher, you wound me so.”
“Ha ha,” Alfred laughed, and he shrugged one shoulder.
“Then it is settled,” Francis said, with a wide smile. “Shall we, once this meeting is over?”
“Sure thing,” Alfred said, cheerfully, whipping out his smart phone and typing up a quick text message, undoubtedly to his boss to let him know the good news, and ambled away, completely forgetting about his cup of coffee.
Francis watched his back, saw the familiar tension and insecurity that seemed to have worked themselves permanently into his muscles. Francis sighed. With Alfred, it was not one thing to walk up and offer one’s self, for it would completely fly over Alfred’s head. The trick was to get Alfred to admit that something was wrong, and then, logically, offer the solution.
And Francis was hungry, as well, and hopefully Alfred’s restaurants (and Alfred himself) would live up to Francis’ superb and, admittedly, superior tastes.
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“You do not properly enjoy things,” Francis said, watching as Alfred shoved scalloped potatoes into his mouth as if he were a starving man.
“M’huh?” Alfred said, mouth full, blue eyes wide as he looked up at Francis.
*
“Mon lapin,” Francis purred in Alfred’s ear, pressing his body up against Alfred’s.
Alfred jumped, twisting his head around and blinking owlishly at Francis. Then he gave him a wide smile. “Oh, hey, Francis.”
“Bonjour, mon beau lapin,” Francis greeted, sultry smile and all.
Francis pulled away and settled beside Alfred. Alfred was in the process of pouring himself a cup of coffee, and by the smell of his breath, Francis could discern that it was not his first cup.
“What’s up?” Alfred asked.
“I am in need of your assistance,” Francis said.
Alfred brightened up instantly, and Francis smiled. If there was one thing he knew about Alfred, it was that he loved to be needed, and any excuse to play hero was fine by him. He seemed to stand up a bit straighter.
“Sure thing! What do you need?”
“Well, you see,” Francis purred, “I admittedly know so very little of your charming city, and would like to know where the best restaurant to go is, that is not-” Francis added when he saw Alfred open his mouth, “-McDonalds, but actually a place I may sit and order my food and enjoy the atmosphere for a few hours.”
“Huh,” Alfred said, and scratched at his cheek as he thought, his eyes up on the ceiling. He thought for some time, his brow furrowing in a rather endearing way, and then he began naming off some restaurants.
“Ah,” Francis interrupted just as the boy was about to pick up speed in his listing, “I was hoping that perhaps you would accompany me to one of them?”
Alfred blinked, then perked up. “Hey, good idea! My boss’ll be happy I’m spending time with you.”
“And you yourself will not be pleased?” Francis asked with a dramatic sigh. “Alfred, mon cher, you wound me so.”
“Ha ha,” Alfred laughed, and he shrugged one shoulder.
“Then it is settled,” Francis said, with a wide smile. “Shall we, once this meeting is over?”
“Sure thing,” Alfred said, cheerfully, whipping out his smart phone and typing up a quick text message, undoubtedly to his boss to let him know the good news, and ambled away, completely forgetting about his cup of coffee.
Francis watched his back, saw the familiar tension and insecurity that seemed to have worked themselves permanently into his muscles. Francis sighed. With Alfred, it was not one thing to walk up and offer one’s self, for it would completely fly over Alfred’s head. The trick was to get Alfred to admit that something was wrong, and then, logically, offer the solution.
And Francis was hungry, as well, and hopefully Alfred’s restaurants (and Alfred himself) would live up to Francis’ superb and, admittedly, superior tastes.
---
“You do not properly enjoy things,” Francis said, watching as Alfred shoved scalloped potatoes into his mouth as if he were a starving man.
“M’huh?” Alfred said, mouth full, blue eyes wide as he looked up at Francis.
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