A FRUK Oneshot

Fluff and Romance. Sfw.

Francis felt Arthur's hand clasp to his as their arms swang lightly between them. The only sounds on the boardwalk were that of their shoes tapping along the bricks, and the crashing of the waves against the rocks under them. The lights of boats on the water shone brightly, almost as bright as the stars did overhead, which, Arthur noted, almost sparkled as much as Francis' Saphire eyes did when he caught a glimpse of them.

They walked for a while in a comfortable silence, stretching out and filling the gap between them, Francis with a soft smile on his face, Arthur with a look of casual content.

Francis took a deep breath in as they walked, and closed his eyes moment. Arthur looked over, his head only slightly turning as he looked out of the corner of his eye, to admire Francis' stubbly smile, and his curled locks cascading down his back and over his shoulders. His silhouette dimly lit against the dark ocean backdrop, had Arthur holding his breath.

In roughly the same moment Francis opened his eyes again, and almost immediately turned to his lover, catching only a glimpse of his eyes as he looked off to the distance. Francis smiled, let out a chuckle, and just like that the silence was broken. Pulling himself closer to Arthur, who's face was slowly turning more scarlet, Francis lowered his head onto Arthur's shoulder, "You blush far too easily."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Arthur scoffed, holding back a smile.

Francis closed his eyes, all but hanging off of Arthurs arm, "Ah, that is your sunburn then."

Arthur scrunched up his face, "Oh sod off, I didn't get burnt." While actively looking away from the other.

Francis laughed, "Ah, you look as a crab." While raising his head and opening his eyes again, facing the crabby boyfriend of his.

"Oh shut up." The crabby boyfriend insisted, scarlet as ever.

"C'est Mignon." Francis laughed, "Though I did tell you to put on more sunblock.", And smirked, only to be groaned at as the comfortable silence fell back over them.

After looking around at the silhouettes of streetsigns, Francis faced out to the skyline again, unknowingly tugging Arthur a bit closer to the water, who couldn't stop staring at him. The boats and stars lit up the sky and sea in front of them, and Arthur once again found himself admiring every detail of Francis' silhouette.

After some time, Arthur felt himself abruptly stopped, as Francis gently tugged his arm toward the water. "Ah, Nous Voilà." And confused, he stumbled after Francis down a wooden staircase. "Francis it's much too dark for the ocean." He mumbled, hesitantly watching the water pull on and offshore.

"Don't worry, we're staying on land." Francis reassured Arthur, who's hands were already sweatier than before, "And I wouldn't let you drown anyway. Trust me."

Soon there were two trails of sandal and flip flop footprints down the sandy beach. Winding up and down the shoreline, dipping into the wetter sand, partially erased from the world, they led to where Francis had now unfolded and set a towel down for them both to sit on.

Arthur did so hesitantly, "Really darling it's quite late." He argued, as Francis rolled his eyes, responding, "Which means we get the cove to ourselves." As he sprawled out on the towel, "Lover's Cove, all to ourselves."

At the realisation Arthur raised his eyebrows, consciously rolling his eyes, "You bloody idiot..."

"The word you're looking for is romantic."

They stared eachother down for a minute as Arthur sat up next to Francis. A forced furrow of Arthur's eyebrows, and the beaming grin on Francis' face kept it comfortable.

"Lay with me." Francis suggested, as he looked up past Arthur to the stars.

And Arthur sighed, letting himself do so, while mumbling, "I won't enjoy myself though." As he let Francis wrap an arm around him, and mimicked the action.

Francis laughed, "Ah of course you won't. And I suppose you won't carry me back to the hotel in two hours either?"

"I most certainly will not." Arthur scoffed, turning his face toward Francis', squinting as he lay on his arm.

"Magnifique." Francis said, gazing into Arthur's Emerald Green eyes, insisting, "Then your eyes don't sparkling like stars." As Arthur looked down, with a small smile, "Well, Yours don't either." As he snuggled closer.

"How Rude you are." Francis all but whispered, with a smile on his lips.

"Very." Arthur stated, voicing his smile in the darkness.

They lay for a while in comfortable silence.

The lights of boats on the water shone brightly, almost as bright as the stars did overhead, which, Francis noted, almost sparkled as much as Arthur's Emerald eyes did when he caught a glimpse of them.

The only sounds were that of their steady breaths, and the tide washing on and offshore near them.