"Francis, honey, I'm home," Arthur called out when he entered his house. It wasn't particularly large, but it was well-kept and cozy inside, courtesy of his husband, Francis.
"I'm in the den, mon amour," a melodious French voice floated from down a hallway. Arthur set his suitcase down in the small foyer and followed the voice.
Arthur's husband was sitting cross-legged on the couch, a book in his hands. A pair of reading glasses was perched on Francis's nose. Arthur smiled. He thought Francis looked very cute wearing the glasses. He knew he was one of the few to see Francis ever wearing glasses.
Francis bent the corner of the page he was reading back and closed the book. He set the book on the coffee table in front of the couch and placed his glasses next to it. Francis stood up and smiled. He embraced his husband in a warm hug, tangling his fingers in Arthur's tie, and kissed him lovingly. Arthur willingly returned the hug and kiss back.
However, that was about the moment Arthur realized what Francis was wearing.
"Damn, that shirt is gay," Arthur stepped back to get a better look. Francis was wearing a pink woolen knit sweater with a low collar that ran around his shoulder.
Francis grinned. "Do you like it?" He asked.
Arthur chuckled softly. "It definitely suits you," he grinned. "You remind me of a housewife."
It was Francis's turn to chuckle. "I am a housewife, mon chou. I don't go to work and take care of the house."
"If you're a housewife, where's my dinner? Isn't it supposed to be waiting for me when I get home?" Arthur raised an eyebrow and folded his arms over his chest, a mischievous twinkle in his bottle green eyes.
Francis whined and threw his arms around Arthur. He leaned into Arthur and kissed him on the cheek. "Your housewife was too lazy to make dinner tonight and would rather go out instead," he murmured.
Arthur smiled and ran his fingers through Francis's soft, wavy blonde locks. "I'm tired," he explained. "Anyways, I know you can make a meal that rivals any five-star restaurant." Arthur had always been proud of Francis's cooking abilities, if a little jealous.
Francis kissed Arthur tenderly again. "Anything for you, amour," he whispered.
Arthur ran his hands over the sweater and smiled. "It's so soft," he said.
Francis grinned and winked. "I only purchase the best for myself when it comes to fashion." He left the den and headed towards the kitchen.
"It still looks gay, though!" Arthur called after him.
Francis's deep, warm laughter resonated through the house. Arthur grinned and made up his mind to follow his husband to the kitchen. He had a feeling the Frenchman would appreciate a few kisses while cooking.
A/N: This little ficlet was based off a picture on deviantArt by the lovely girafficorn. I tweeked the setting a little in the story, but overall it's close. Link to picture: http:/ chibi-bread- monster. /# /d4mxp1k (remove spaces) Yeah, the pic is on my faves. So, if you guys catch any errors, please tell me. It is very appreciated~
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