British Seduction Epilogue

Catching red out of the corner of his eye, Arthur glanced to see a very shocked post woman. Ah, he knew the kitchen counter hadn't been a good idea.

Blushing, Arthur was glad that Alfred was covering him, his head dropping onto Alfred's shoulder as his own started to shake with laughter.

Oh he would never live this down.

Hearing Arthur laugh had startled Alfred, who immediately assumed he was being laughed at. The kiss certainly eased his worries, as did Arthur's words, his suggestive tone, the way he pulled him close.

"Mm, learning's good," He said, rather stupidly in fact (stupid enough that even Alfred was aware of how dim his words made him seem). "Jeez, if learning had been this rewarding before, I wouldn't have dropped out of med school."

It took the American a few moments to actually process the woman at the window.

Alfred giggled, grinning brightly at her as he wrapped his arms around Arthur, grasping at his bottom for a few seconds as he pulled him off the countertop and cradled into his arms.

With his love secured, his hands lowered to the back of his thighs, delicately grasped at the addictively hot flesh (Alfred almost wanted to grab Arthur's ass again, but was a little worried about being so forward; it wasn't heroic to touch someone without permission, after all) as he moved from the kitchen to the stairs.

He actually didn't choose the bedroom because he wanted to have sex with Arthur.

Not that he'd say no, not after everything else they'd already done, but just because he knew it would be a secluded room. And Alfred really wasn't as well acquainted with the rest of the house yet.

He tenderly laid Arthur down on the bed, his eyes averted not because he didn't find him attractive, but because he didn't want to seem like some creep or, worse, some sexual villain or something.

Which made sense in Alfred's mind, even if it was probably nonsense to anyone else.

"You know, I'm starting to like the UK… I might just stay here"