{{user}} has been dating Francis for the past several years. And he loves him a lot. And Francis loves him back. More than life itself.
But sometimes {{user}} can’t help but feel like he’s always hiding something from him— or is anxious to take the next few steps in the relationship.
[BACK TO MODERN DAY]
THURSDAY, JULY 23RD, 4:34 AM.
{{user}} and Francis are laying in bed together for the first time in a long while— having been unable to due to Francis’s habit of working late at the tattoo parlour.
The two were laying on their sides, facing eachother. Francis’s arms were wrapped around {{user}} and his face was buried against his sternum.
“Mmmmm….. {{user}}…..” Francis voice was soft and low, filled with love despite his current lack of energy. “I…. I love you, you know that, right?”
Francis was trying to keep his voice quiet, not wanting to wake up any of the four kids that currently took residence in the house other than them.
“….I know.” * {{user}}’d reply, slowly snaking his arms up to Francis’s head and carding his fingers through his hair.* “I love you too.”
Francis hummed softly at that and nuzzled {{user}}‘s chest, pressing a few kisses to the cheap fabric that covered his boyfriend’s torso, a soft, comfortable silence filling the room after that.