Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Apr 17, 2012 18:50:14 GMT -5
He splutters as the kiss parts, watching the other dance and flee off. A multitude of emotions ran through him at this point, one of which was panic. The thought of being apart from Francis for long suddenly terrified him after the experience they had just had.
"H-Hey! Francis! Come... Come back!" He calls, giving chase to him. He growls. "Bastard! Get back here!"
Post by Cpt. Arthur Kirkland on Apr 17, 2012 19:13:08 GMT -5
As soon as Francis stops he practically latches onto him again, gripping him lightly by the arms. He's slightly out of breath.
"D-Don't -- Don't run off like that." He pants, looking at him. He feels rather pathetic, now that he thinks about it. But he can't help blushing, and after a moment, he gently wraps his arms around the other.
Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Apr 17, 2012 19:18:16 GMT -5
With the firm, almost desperate grip on him, Francis suddenly understood. They couldn't suppress or forget what had happened to them tonight. They were still badly shaken, and despite Francis' efforts, Arthur still hadn't recovered.
"I won't," Francis said simply. He stroked Arthur's hair. "You know I won't."
Carefully, the lifted Arthur's face from his chest. "I think it's time we go home, love," he murmured.