The red strings (FrUK)

Chapter twenty five

Tuesday

Last night, I was not able to get Francis to say or do anything. However, I am not giving up. "Good morning, Francis" I smiled shaking him a bit as I stood in the dark from the guest bedroom. His eyes started to open slowly as he looked at me smiling. "You are at it again, huh?" He laughed at me. I stood still, wondering if he knew I was up to something. "No, but it is time to wake up," I said trying to hold my smile up. "You could have turned the light on to not seem like a creep," Francis pointed out." Laughing at me. I felt a fist go up suddenly as the urge to punch him swept over me.

"You must really want to die today," I laughed, holding my other hand from striking him where he lay. "Whoa, calm down. Not my beautiful face," he cried, covering his face in a joking manner. "There is nothing beautiful about it," I laughed. Francis pretended to be hurt as he covered himself in the blanket. "Get your ass up, you bloody git!" I pushed him really hard. Harder than I meant to. "I am sorry; I did not mean to do that so hard," I apologized, rubbing the area I pushed hard. He sat up smiling nervously. "It is fine; just try and get yourself under control," he said nervously.

I looked at him sadly. That is entirely my fault for even losing my sense like that. "I am sorry, let me excuse myself while you get ready," I said, starting to turn away. "Wait! No!" I heard him yell as he grabbed my wrist to keep me from walking away. I turned to him, shocked at his sudden movements "wh-What is it?" I asked, a bit confused.
"I-..."
it was silent for a second.
"Do not worry about it Arthur," he said softly in a reassuring tone. "But I hurt you.." I said nervously, pulling my hand away. I should have never done that. I am starting to ruin things again. "No! Arthur!" He yelled, pulling me by my wrist onto the bed. I looked at him, shocked at the sudden shift. "What?" I asked, trying to look away. My temper is going to cost me my life. Wow, figures, I guess. "Arthur, I lo-."
His phone ringing suddenly cut off Francis. Was he about to? That is the second time he has been cut off!!! How could the odds be like this? He turned over to grab his phone. He was soon answering it.

"Hello?.......I am with Arthur........really? .....no shut up; it is not like that. Not yet at least..-." Francis laughed a bit, looking towards me as I kept a lifted brow, confused. "Today?..... I can ask.... Arthur. Antonio and Gilbert want to know if you want to go out for drinks again tonight" Francis looked at me in a questioning way. "Kiku and Alfred can come too," he added. I nodded my head agreeing.
"He said yes..... no, of course not! At least not tonight," he laughed, staring at me. I wonder what he was talking about. Once he hung up, he looked at me, smiling. "Now then, where were we?" He chuckled, coming closer to me. "Time for you to get up," I said, pulling away and sitting up.

"No, come back," Francis whined, pulling me down. This time he started to climb on top of me and between my legs. "What are you doing?" I asked, a bit nervous. "How about we repeat the events of the other night, except sober?" He asked in a purring way. I thought about what he said and remembered. We had sex while drunk the other night. I felt my cheeks heat up, remembering the events and feeling excited. No!!! Now is not the time! This is my impulse making me feel this way and almost making my hormones to the max. I just need to concentrate not to do anything irrational.

I looked at him smiling. "Be more clear?" I asked, smirking at him. Why won't my body stop talking? It is like I can not control myself. I need to stop! This did not happen, though. This had to be the worst curse in the history of curses. I tried holding myself back as I struggled against myself to not wrap my legs around him. "Wow, so eager," Francis laughed. "Whatever, this is just my impulse," I laughed, sweating a bit. He lifted a brow, remembering once more of the curse on my impulses. "You are right," he said, trying to separate from me. 
My legs did not want to let go, though; it was like my body was acting on its own no matter how much I tried to stop it. "What is it?" He asked, trying to pull away. "I can not seem to move my legs from around you" I looked away, embarrassed.

"Arthur, although you say one thing, your body says something else," he chuckled, kissing my cheek slowly and lovingly. "Shut it, frog! It is not like I want to," I said, looking away again. Francis shuffled a bit, and his eyes widened, feeling something I wish he did not feel. "I am so sorry," I said, finally pushing him off and turning away. "No, it is fine" he tried to uncover me from the blanket. "Please go away, please go away," I repeated, trying to think about something else besides Francis.

I threw the blanket off of me and stood up quickly. "Hurry up and be ready!" I yelled, running out of the room and slamming the door behind me. That is the second time this has happened. I need to get my feelings settled out. Especially since I can not confess to jack shit. I held onto my shirt as if trying to hold my racing heart. "I need him to confess," I breathed out, sliding down to the floor in a slump.

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