France x Reader x England:Shattered Inside Part 11

It had been a few days since you confronted Francis. You were in Arthur's lap with his arms wrapped around you as you watched he TV. It was a nice and sweet atmosphere full of love. You two have just enjoyed each others company without all the restraints these past few days. Without having the thought of Francis interrupting it.

"Do you want anything to drink or eat?" Arthur asked as commercials flickered on the screen. You shake your head and turn around. You put your hands in his hair messing with his locks of messy blonde hair. He blinks at you.

"No, but I'd like to kiss you." You say. He chuckles and places one hand on your cheek. You smiled at the cold touch on your cheek. You press your foreheads together and you lick his parted lips. He blushes and leans to connect your lips. It was a deep kiss as you grip his hair. He moves his hands down to hold you closer to him.

You open your mouth so he can have entrance to kiss you more. He slips his tongue inside and  explored the wet cavern. It was always an odd feeling at first, but it was also wonderful knowing Arthur was enjoying your one of a kind taste. You slide your tongue against his and he allows you into your mouth. You don't have as much exploring capability since he had the dominance, but it was still nice what you were able to taste.

You try to regain your breath as Arthur moves his lips to your neck. He plants a soft kiss on it and licks up it. You blush and bite your lip. He stops his licking and turns into kissing on the soft skin with small nibbles. You mewl as he bits down a patch of skin. It hurt but felt better as he began to suck on it.

You go to his buttons and undo one of them. He blinks and stops. You look at him humble. You just wanted to see him shirtless. That wasn't too bad right? You continue unbuttoning down the shirt and Arthur shakes out of it. He starts a new kiss and you fumble with the buttons. You manage to undo them all and the shirt laid open hanging on his shoulders.

You run your hand down his chest and abdomen. It was lightly sculpted even if he had a smaller frame then most guys. You liked it better that way though. You didn't want to be suffocating under someone. That would really uncomfortable. You massage one of his nipple and he groans.

"(N-name), not much more…" He trailed off looking all flushed. You frown slightly upset. You wanted him, but would respect his space. You stop and he pins you down on the couch. He then moves him hand under the hem of your shirt. He grips it and pulls it off of you.

"I think it's only fair." He said. You laugh and put your arms around his neck and pull him down to you. He grins and runs his hands up your stomach. You tremble at the touch. You then hear a loud knock at your door. You groan in anger. Why now of all times?

The knock brought Arthur back to reality he got up and went to the door shirtless. He opened it up and scowled at the Frenchman in front of him. Why couldn't he just accept his loss and be with Elizabeta? Francis is really upset that Arthur answered the door and shirtless off all ways.

"Is (Name) here?" He asked with an angry filled tone. Arthur gritted his teeth. This man made him feel like loosing his mind. He glared at him not even wanting to answer him. He didn't deserve an answer in Arthur's mind. Francis glanced and spotted you in your bra on he couch sitting up. You cursed mentally.

"(Name)…" You don't even think straight. You grab a couch pillow and throw it at him. It hits him and he frowns. You clench your hands into fist. If he would just fade away from your life. Then maybe it would be all good.

"Francis please get out.' You say cold. You didn't want this man near you anymore. You get up and walk over to him. He sees your raging face and knew this was a waste of his time. He wanted to be at least friends with you. He didn't like how things ended.

"I'm not h re for any relationship reasons. I-I just wanted to know if we could be friends or at least some sort of acutance?" You study him and think it over. You weren't one to turn down people often even if mad. You didn't like making them feel bad even if they made you feel a lot worse. You look at him and sigh.

"Maybe overtime we can be friends, but for now I want you out of my life . We can try a friendship after some time for us to both breathe, okay?" Francis smiles softly an nods. He put his arms out for a hug but you just shake one of his hands.

"You have to start out small." You say and he nods his head. He glances at both you and Arthur and knew he had to take his leave. He turned around began to walk off. You watch him and shut the door a few seconds later.  Arthur watches your expression and can tell your not really sad ,but in a daze. You didn't know if a friendship could actually work, but it was worth a shot.

"Let's get our shirts back on." He said with a smile. You wine and pout at him as he hands you your shirt and starts to button up his. You slide yours on quickly and then take control over his buttoning. You went up slow and gazed at him.

"Arthur, do you really think it's possible for us to be friends?" You ask in a quiet voice. He thinks it over and looks back into your eyes.

"Yeah, I do love just as long as that's all you are." He said with a small tease at the end. You nod your head with a smile and peck his lips.

"I love you Arthur.." You say and hug him close.