FrUK - Our Sweet Kisses
Arthur sat stiffly in his wicker chair, his alarmed eyes watching the high flickering flames that crackled away in the grate of the fireplace. He tapped his fingers on the arm rest agitatedly. It wasn't meant to have happened...it wasn't planned or anything ludicrous like that, it had just...occurred. And yes, he was aware that he was beginning to sound like some sap of a teenager in one of those romcom films America loved to dish out like hot cakes.
Sighing, England let his fingers touch his kiss swollen lips. Involuntarily he shivered; the imprint of France's touch still too fresh in his mind to leave him in any real peace. He could remember exactly how it had felt...how good it had felt.
Lifting his emerald eyes back to the bright orange flames in the hearth Arthur let the fire morph into shapes in his mind and let his sub conscious play out the scene that had been lingering behind his closed eyelids for over a day now...
Soft fingers gently caressed Arthur's