The red strings (FrUK)

Chapter twenty four

Francis: so why invite me over tonight if I have work?

Me: because you will be staying with me tonight, so make sure to bring extra clothes.

Francis: this is very sudden. Are you okay?

Me: yes

Francis: do you want me to meet you at your work?

Me: yes, if it is easier

Francis: great! I will see you then.

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I acted on my impulse by telling him to come over tonight. I did not realize it till lunch ended. I will make the most of it! I have no idea what I was expecting to do by inviting him.
"So you invited him, and now you have no idea what to do?" Alfred asked, confused. "Yes...but it was not entirely my fault" I laughed nervously. "The only thing you can do now is man up! And try and get him to say it," Kiku said, looking at us seriously. "Now, work ends in an hour, so hurry and get it together," Alfred shook me around as I felt my head spin. I nodded at this and took breaths. What was I expecting to do? I dug myself into a hole.

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Once work ended, I started to fidget with my clothes on the way down to the lobby to where Francis should be. I just need to keep it cool. I saw him standing outside with his bag in hand. Taking a deep breath, I finally walked up to him. "We might as well live together if this will happen," he laughed jokingly. I turned to him, feeling an urge to say, "yes, we should," but I held it back. This is going to be complicated.

"If I am being honest..... I have no idea why I decided to do this. I mean, I do a little, but my impulse took control. I can make some dinner if you would like?" I smiled, asking. "Oh! No need, I will do it," he laughed nervously. "Are you sure? I love cooking for people," I smiled innocently. "Do not worry, your sweet head, I have this," he laughed nervously as we started to walk to my home. After tonight, I will have less time to get him to say it. I need to come up with a way that is not obvious but enough to get the conversation going.

I can't just ask him. Maybe I should use body language? Yes! That is it. "Here we are" I smiled, opening the house door. He stood inside and took his shoes off, placing his overnight bag to the side. "What do you feel like eating tonight?" Francis turned to me as I closed the door. Here is my chance! I looked at him for a while until he lifted a brow, concerned. I brought my hand up to his hair, pushing some of it behind his ear.

"What would you say if I would rather have you?" I smiled, winking at him. His face turned from concerned to shocked, then too embarrassed as I started to play with his hair a bit. "I.... is that what you- I mean if you want... I am not trying to force - uhhh- wait, say that again?" He said, stumbling over his words As his face turned red. He lifted his hand up to scratch the back of his head but I took it in my hands. "Tell me, Francis, what do you want?" I asked, kissing his hand slightly.

"I..- I .... you," he finally spit out his stumbled words. I am so close I could feel it. "Why would you want that?" I asked, getting closer to his face.
"Because I..."
"Yes?"
"Wait! You are just acting on impulse. This is not you" he stopped pulling away. Damn it! "It is, though," I laughed, smiling; he soon started shaking his head. "I would not be happy with myself if I fell into my feelings while you are in this state," he said seriously, backing up. "What feelings?" I asked, smiling. Francis started to get nervous as I waited for his answer. Wait!!! That counts as asking. "Never mind, I take it back. Do not answer that," I said, quickly walking to the kitchen. That was an extremely close one.

"Now then, what will you be making?" I asked him, lifting a brow. He looked at me, surprised from the doorway, as a smile slowly grew on his face. I started to wonder if maybe getting him in bed would make him say it. Or would that not count?
"Hey, what would you say if we had sex?"
We both stood there, shocked at my words. Damn !!! I did it again. I said something without even thinking first. "I would say something on the lines of "Wow, he is doing this" Francis laughed, ruffling my hair a bit. Not the answer I was looking for, but it is fine. My only option is to keep trying to seduce him.

I looked at him to figure out what to make. His hand was on his hip as he tried thinking. To be honest, I was checking him out a bit. I walked in front of him and looked at him. "What is it?" He asked curiously. "Nothing; I thought I always look at you from the front but never get a good look in the back. Might I add how striking you are both ways," I looked at him smirking. "Arthur, you are testing my limits." He laughed, defeated. "What limits?" I asked in an almost seductive tone. I put a finger in his hair, twirling it around. "Explain what you mean," I whispered into his ear.

I felt him suddenly pull me closer; he lifted me a bit and pinned me against the wall. "I told you that you were testing my limits," he said in a husky tone. He held my wrist down as he started inching closer to me. I felt him put his face in the crook of my neck. As if expecting him to do something that was sexual, he did the complete opposite.
"Hey, that tickles!" I yelled, trying to push him away. He was making noises on my skin as if I was a child. "No! You tempted me!" He laughed, continuing to make the noises as I started to laugh uncontrollably. "Stop," I said, pushing him off as I started to catch my breath from all the laughing I had to endure. This was going to be complicated.

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