Off to Cannes and a reunion long overdue

[i_got_5_meters]

After having slept for the entirety of their flight from Sweden to France, Gilbert found himself finally awake enough for the excitement to sink in completely. The gang was going to be back together again for the first time in FOREVER. It was going to be himself, Francis, and Antonio with their significant others plus Eeva and Linus in CANNES! FOR

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[mythicalengland]

Eeva and Linus had wandered inside to grab something to eat, leaving Arthur sitting on his own, sipping tea at the edge of the balcony. Hearing footsteps, he looked up from the book he'd been reading before the guests' arrival to see his shamelessly naked husband sauntering over. "I can see that look on your face. Are you finally finished tormenting them for now, love?"

Arthur gave up on being able to read at all for a while and slipped his bookmark into place before closing the book and setting it aside. He poured some more tea from the pot into his delicately handled cup, allowing a breif smile as the golden ring on his finger caught the light. He still found himself surprised by it all sometimes. He was actually married to Francis now, and the frenchman could finally see EVERYTHING. Arthur didn't have to hide anything for the safety of his sanity anymore. He noticed little Rosie perching in his husband's damp golden hair as he reached the table. Arthur angled his cheek for a kiss.

[viva_la_francis]

Francis automatically bent to place an affectionate kiss on the offered cheek then had Arthur stand up, just long enough for Francis to sit down and replace Arthur's chair for his lap. He hooked arms around Arthur's waist as his tea loving husband sipped elegantly and at ease in Francis' lap at long last

[mythicalengland]

Even though Francis was still slightly damp from the hot tub, Arthur didn't object to the change in seating, even reclining comfortably against the warmth of his husband's chest. It was strange, really. Arthur was a prince of the fae and a person fully capable of taking care of himself, but every time Francis wrapped him in those fuzzy arms of his he couldn't help but feel safe. He felt loved and secure and it was an altogether pleasant feeling. Arthur reclined his head against his husband's shoulder, resting cheek to cheek with him and offering a smile at his comment

[viva_la_francis]

Francis just sort of looked at Arthur as if his head at been cut off. Then he laughed. "Oh Arthur..." Francis began then leaned in close.

"... Did you not figure out you married a sugar daddy?" Francis asked rather gesturing around the chateau. His mother was stinking rich and had been funneling money, stocks and bonds into an account for Francis since he was a FETUS.

"I think a small house is not beyond my means nor is putting you through school. I know you want to go through university and I also know you are not happy unless you are learning something." Francis added, refreshed with Arthur yet again.

[mythicalengland]

"Francis..." Arthur turned on his husband's lap to look the frenchman over with his wide green eyes full of the same sort of love and surprise he'd felt earlier in the week when he'd finally clued in to the proposal. "You're serious about this, aren't you

[viva_la_francis]

"I do not mind you applying for scholarships Mon amour. But just know any deficit I am always willing to pay. I married you, what is mine is yours. And of course there will be a garden. You know how much I too enjoy a little green space. I like to grow my own herbs and vegetables when I can you remember." Francis said cheerfully.

"I just want you happy. When you are happy, I am happy." He added kissing Arthur's always fuzz-less cheek before rubbing his chin on Arthur's bare shoulder. A little beard-burn always seemed to illicit wonderful responses from his little Prince.

[mythicalengland]

Arthur had been about to make some sort of comment about vegetable gardens when he felt the friction of his husband's chin fuzz against the skin of where his neck and shoulder met. The sensation sent a flurry of goosebumps peppering his hairless body and a magnificent shade of pink dusting his cheeks. His ears...the bear-burn...that damned frog knew every single one of his weak spots and seemed to know how to get a rise out of him every time. The tantalized fae prince nearly inhaled the sip of tea he'd been taking and coughed a couple times before setting his cup back down...a little more shakily than when he'd picked it up

[viva_la_francis]

"Your seat will become less rather than more comfortable if you keep squirming like that mon cœur. Not that I mind, but you would mind the audience if I were to say, take you right on the table here." Francis leered and waggled his eyebrows. Giving another swipe of his chin on Arthur's shoulder for good measure.

"Unless of course you have had enough sunshine and wish to take a nice long bath with me before dinner." Francis SUGGESTED in a voice dripping with a promise of a lot more than just soap suds.

[mythicalengland]

That voice...that sultry, accented voice whispering sinful promises into the delicate shell of his pointed ear...then there was the brush of chin fuzz against his shoulder to seal their fate for the night. It was a damn good thing Arthur had put his shorts back on after getting out of the hot tub before the guests arrived, because anybody else on deck (only Gilbert and Eduard by this stage) would be getting quite a show at the moment.

"And what makes you think I wasn't doing it on purpose, cariad?" Arthur wink with a bit of sauciness of his own. His long, dark, eyelashes brushed against Francis' cheek as Arthur dragged his lips ever so lightly along his husband's jawline to whisper in his ear. "What are we waiting for then? The prince demands satisfaction and if he doesn't get what he wants he might just have to take it for himself."

Translation:
Cariad= love (Welsh)

[viva_la_francis]

"Oh I do so love when you are wicked." Francis purred, standing abruptly, tossing Arthur over his shoulder and bare ass and rather evident arousal saluting the guests in the Hot Tub, Francis marched inside at a rather BRISK pace.

"As your Highness, mon Faerie Prince, commands..." Francis added as we continued down the hall toward their large and luxurious private bedroom and bath. Pushing the door open his his foot, then slamming it home again with the same foot as they vanished inside.