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[allhailuk]

The dance...the tango...the passion of that dance was the perfect way to express how he'd felt. Just the thought of his hands on someone else, that he might be happy with someone else. Worse for it to be a different Arthur. The thought made his blood boil over again, irrational as it was. All the while the Frenchman kept finding people to chat with

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[i_invented_sexy]

He was happy to regale and converse with everyone. He was a social butterfly, he loved to mingle but he could practically feel the heat rolling off Arthur. He wasn't surprised a bit when he was dragged away and he wasn't displeased to hand off his wine glass to the nearest stranger as they headed out.

As they walked, he wrapped his arms around Arthur's waist, pressing kisses to his neck. And then in the room, he locked the door, and pushed Arthur to the bed, slowly stripping his vest off before approaching.

"So very jealous... that's a bit of a bad trait, no?"

[allhailuk]

"I'm not jealous," the Briton insisted, "I'm possessive."

And here those hungry emerald eyes watched him strip. Slowly, he noted. It irritated him.

[i_invented_sexy]

"Call it what you want, I like it regardless." he noted the irritated look and slowed down opening his shirt buttons to half the speed he was previously at. Slowly his shirt was unbuttoned but he didn't' yet shrug it off. He stepped towards the bed, stopping in front of Arthur. His eyes were hungry too but he waited for the blond to make a move.

[allhailuk]

That......was just pissing him off more. He knew Francis knew what he was doing to him. Which just made him more impatient and before he could even stop, Arthur was up and tearing that shirt off of him (though not a thread was torn), biting at his shoulder for being a bastard, sucking at the base of his neck, hands at his back.