[Ficlet] Morning Love
Title: Morning Love
Author: mslavender
Characters: AU!France and AU!England
Pairing: FrUK <3
Rating: E
Warning: Fail expression of emotion from the author. But she tried her best anyway. :p
Summary: A rare moment wherein Arthur expresses his love for Francis.
I feel your soothing warmth underneath the crumpled sheets as I will myself to wake. Your muffled snore reaches my ears, a soft melody that attaches itself in the strings of my heart, and I drown even more into you. And you ever so slightly move as I inch closer to your chest, your steady heartbeat ringing in my ears, and it brings me comfort, security and love. I love you.
The hairs on your legs tickle mine as I entangle myself even more with you. I hug you, hold you tightly, squeeze you lightly so you don't wake up, but hoping- wishing- that, even in your deepest slumber, you at least feel each beat of my heart, hear them calling out to you and only you. I need you.
I open my eyes to see all of you: Every inch of detail, every crevice of skin, every strand of golden hair; From the quiver of your long eyelashes, to the bumps of your cheekbones, the tip of your long pointy nose, the patches of stubble on your sharp chin, and your smooth soft unchapped lips... I kiss you lightly.
And like the fluttering of my heart and the butterflies in my stomach, your eyes slowly open. They are a deep rich blue and, as you look at me, smiling lovingly, they wrap me around their magic and I am blown away. I cannot face you but I cannot live without you as well.
"Good morning," you whisper, a deep velvety rumble that wakes me, catches me off guard as it seeps into my ears, to my heart and into my stomach- the butterflies grow impatient there. I want you.
I don't reply but we both know the words not said but are meant to be there: I am yours. I love you. Softly, I kiss you again. We are connected, you and me, through years of history, of pain and suffering, comfort and loss; remorse brought about by contempt, hate, and a mixture of friendship, and eventually love. I am now a part of you, and you of me.
And as I gaze into your eyes and melt into your kiss, holding you in my arms beneath the soft morning light, I know I am where I belong.
I love you, Francis. I love you.
Author: mslavender
Characters: AU!France and AU!England
Pairing: FrUK <3
Rating: E
Warning: Fail expression of emotion from the author. But she tried her best anyway. :p
Summary: A rare moment wherein Arthur expresses his love for Francis.
I feel your soothing warmth underneath the crumpled sheets as I will myself to wake. Your muffled snore reaches my ears, a soft melody that attaches itself in the strings of my heart, and I drown even more into you. And you ever so slightly move as I inch closer to your chest, your steady heartbeat ringing in my ears, and it brings me comfort, security and love. I love you.
The hairs on your legs tickle mine as I entangle myself even more with you. I hug you, hold you tightly, squeeze you lightly so you don't wake up, but hoping- wishing- that, even in your deepest slumber, you at least feel each beat of my heart, hear them calling out to you and only you. I need you.
I open my eyes to see all of you: Every inch of detail, every crevice of skin, every strand of golden hair; From the quiver of your long eyelashes, to the bumps of your cheekbones, the tip of your long pointy nose, the patches of stubble on your sharp chin, and your smooth soft unchapped lips... I kiss you lightly.
And like the fluttering of my heart and the butterflies in my stomach, your eyes slowly open. They are a deep rich blue and, as you look at me, smiling lovingly, they wrap me around their magic and I am blown away. I cannot face you but I cannot live without you as well.
"Good morning," you whisper, a deep velvety rumble that wakes me, catches me off guard as it seeps into my ears, to my heart and into my stomach- the butterflies grow impatient there. I want you.
I don't reply but we both know the words not said but are meant to be there: I am yours. I love you. Softly, I kiss you again. We are connected, you and me, through years of history, of pain and suffering, comfort and loss; remorse brought about by contempt, hate, and a mixture of friendship, and eventually love. I am now a part of you, and you of me.
And as I gaze into your eyes and melt into your kiss, holding you in my arms beneath the soft morning light, I know I am where I belong.
I love you, Francis. I love you.