Morning! |D

[fleurdeamour]

The previous day had been a rather wonderful one for Francis. Dancing in the rain had turned into an invitation back to Cross's place, and that had turned into a rather enjoyable evening~ Life was good. And even when he woke up, France felt warm and comfortable. He smiled before he even opened his eyes, and nuzzled into the sheets that

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[iplayyoupay]

One eye cracking lazily open, Cross watched the other man's discretionary struggles for a few moments of bemused silence before alerting him to his awareness of the situation, his voice a growling purr still heady with sleep.

"You know, Bonnefoy, it's generally polite to at least make coffee when one makes this sort of early morning getaway."

[fleurdeamour]

"...ah...oui..."

Well, damn. It wasn't his ideal scene to have to deal with in the morning. But then neither was still being all kinds of sticky in the bed you weren't supposed to be in.

"...een zat case, I'm stealing ze shower while I'm here."

He headed for the kitchen, giving Cross's hip an affectionate-yet-seemingly-casual pat on the way by. Just play it cool, Francis.

[iplayyoupay]

"The shower again?" Cross chuckled, deep in his chest, rolling unselfconsciously onto his back to watch the departing Frenchman. "Insatiable Philistine." He knew that wasn't what Francis had been getting at, obviously, but what was a friendly dig, here and there? Propping himself onto both elbows, he called after the retreating man, "I take mine black with two sugars, s'il tu plait, mon ami...!

A moment passed before he gave those last two words any thought, but when he did that thought made him blink and, albeit hesitantly, smile. 'Mon ami,' indeed. It just might even be true.

[fleurdeamour]

"What am I, your waitress now?" he called back teasingly, but, eh, why not. He leaned one hip against the counter while he waited for the coffee to brew, trying to think in between zoning out, an early morning habit of his. His arms, also out of habit, are somewhat wrapped around him as if he's trying to hold himself, but his mind doesn't register it that deeply.

He fixes Cross's coffee, and some for himself, and has a seat back on the bed, offering the cup over. "Here you go."