"I was. But it's getting boring." Arthur told him. There was no way he was going to be able to concentrate on the movie any longer. His mind was completely distracted what was going to happen. He stood and stretched. "Let's go." he said, heading out of the theater. He wasn't sure where they were going to go. There was no way he was going to take Francis back to his house. He wasn't ready to do that at this point of their relationship.

Francis followed Arthur out the theater, unable to look away from his backside. God, how could he even look away? Once outside in the darkening evening light, he motioned in the direction of his care. "Is a hotel fine?" He didn't want to cheapen the experience but he wasn't sure he wanted to invite the other back to his house yet. He still needed to ask just how serious this relationship was.

"Yeah. A hotel is fine." Arthur told him. He could tell that Francis was as hesitant to invite him back to his house as much as he was. That was fine. It was the smart thing to do at this point in their relationship he supposed. He started walking in the direction of the Frenchman's car.

Francis knew too many hotels around this city. It was a sad thing perhaps, but it allowed him to find a nearby place without having to wander. He wondered if it showed. Did Arthur realize just how used to this he was? It wasn't like Francis was even born in this city. He parked the car and headed inside to get them a room. They'd have themselves a wonderful night first and then maybe, he would ask a question or two. "Come on, it's this way."

Arthur did notice how easy it was for Francis to find a hotel. He tried not to let it bother him. He knew the other probably had many past relationships, flings, and one night stands. He himself has had many. He couldn't let something that happened in the past bother him. If he let something like that get to him, he wouldn't be able to enjoy what they had now. And that wasn't something that he wanted to happen. When they arrived at the place, he got out and followed Francis into the building.

The room was less fancy than the last, but it had been last minute after all. The sheets were clean and it still sat above the bar of pay by hour places. Francis would never stoop that low. He looked at Arthur, for a second just enjoying looking. "So, you want to shower first or just...?" They weren't drunk this time so he needed to think, to do this right.

Arthur thought for a moment. While a shower would be nice, they were going to get dirty again. Decisions, decisions. "A shower would be nice." he eventually said. He started walking to the bathroom, stripping off his shirt as he went. When he reached the doorway, he stopped and turned back to Francis. "You can join me, if you wish." he added before going into the room.

Francis' eyes followed the shirt all the way to the ground where Arthur dropped it, then slid up to look at the man himself. He grinned. "Don't mind if I do." Following the other man into the bathroom, he pushed the door closed with his foot then slid arms around Arthur. Oh yes, it would be a good night indeed.

Afterwards, Arthur stretched as he laid back on the bed. This was definitely more enjoyable that watching the pathetic excuse of a movie. Watching grass grow would have been more exciting than that movie. He turned to look at Francis, knowing that they should probably talk about where they're relationship is going.

Francis had the same thing on his mind. He lay on his side, head propped up on his palm. "You're beautiful you know. In your own way. I think..." He paused, for once struggling to find his words. "I think I don't want this to end tomorrow. Tell me, just how serious are you?" His solemn words broke the silence they'd been laying in, even though he barely more than whispered. He feared the answer to his question and it made his heart beat a little faster. It might have been easier to go on dreaming, but he had to know the real answer.

"How serious am I? I'm extremely serious about this." Arthur told him. "I wouldn't have ever agreed to go out on with you after the first date if I wasn't." He felt like he was laying his heart out on the line with his words. People have let him down so many times and he's been heartbroken more often than he would like. If he was rejected now, he felt it would hurt more than anytime before. "Are you serious about this?"he asked, needing to know.

Francis felt his heart flutter at Arthur's words as his hopes soared dangerously high. "I think I am. I haven't been this serious about a relationship in a long time, but..." He turned onto his back, purposely avoiding Arthur's gaze. "You know I'm a player. I get close to people real easy, but only so close. I don't think I am a very easy person to date." With any other person he would have felt the need to put on a charming smile, to fake and lie. He'd never make himself sound this undesirable, but Arthur laid out his feelings so honestly that Francis couldn't help but follow suit.

"I don't think anybody is an easy person to date." Arthur said. "I know I'm not an easy person to deal with in general. Let alone date. Its hard for me to let anybody get close to me that isn't family. Every time I do, someone always stabs me in the back." Both figuratively and literally. But that was a story for a different day. "But nobody is perfect. I don't expect you to be. But who would want to be with someone who was perfect anyway?"

A small huff of laughter escaped Francis' lips. "You're interesting, you know that? I think what I just said would have sent most people running. Maybe we're the same...both like a challenge." He turned back to look at Arthur, managing a smile now. "I hope I don't become another person to stab you in the back. I don't think I could forgive myself for doing such a thing." But then, he never meant it when he hurt people in the past either.

"Challenges make life more interesting in my opinion." Arthur said, a small smile on forming on his face. "And I don't think you're the only person who won't forgive you if you were to hurt me. My brothers will very likely beat the living shit out of you." he added, thinking about what his brothers had done when his last boyfriend had cheated on him. The guy was never the same after that. He felt he should warn Francis about that if they were going to continue this relationship.

Francis' eyes went wide. "Ow, that's harsh!" he exclaimed, though he figured he would deserve such treatment if he did hurt Arthur. Maybe others didn't think so, but Francis though very much that he was the sort worth treasuring. You didn't find a man like him every day, and certainly not one willing to put up with Francis long term. Thoughts of Jean had his lips turning down for a second. That was the past though and as much as it pained him, he had put it all behind him long ago. "Well, I don't have anything to threaten you with, but you better not hurt me either. I'm fragile."

"I will do my very best not to. Though if I ever did, I give you permission to do whatever you want to do in revenge." Arthur stated. He would offer to let Francis punch him, but he could tell the other wasn't a violent person based on his reaction to the movie earlier. At that moment, his stomach growled loudly, reminding him that he hasn't eaten since lunch.

It made Francis feel a little better to have such permission although he doubted he could ever do something with it. Even if he had the stomach for violence, he didn't have the heart for it. No matter how much he might hurt at times, he would turn away and lick his wounds, turning pain in on himself rather than outward in the form of violence. At the sound of Arthur's rather loud growling stomach, he perked up and abandoned this thoughts. "Oh? I suppose I'm the only one who got full off this dessert," he said with a wink. "Would you like to order in some food? Or perhaps I could go get something." He himself wasn't starving, being the sort to only eat one large meal a day and nibble for the other two, but he couldn't let his boyfriend starve."

Arthur rolled his eyes at Francis's first comment. "Shut it frog." he muttered in response to it. He thought about the question. "Let's just order some take-out or something." He eventually said. He felt that if Francis left now, even for food, then it would completely ruin the moment they were in. And he just wasn't ready for that to end. So he had to go with ordering something and just staying here a while longer.

Francis sighed with relief. It certainly was easier to order in, though he enjoyed going out in the city at night and the little venders did have their own charm. One was more likely to find good food there than in a sit down place. "Alright. Let me do that," he said as he slipped out of the bed. He didn't bother putting clothes on just then and simply moved to the phone and pulled a food menus from the desk drawer. "Hmm...these sandwiches look pleasant enough." He dialed the desk and asked for the food before sitting on the edge of the bed and considered putting on his closed.

Arthur watched as Francis got up to order the food. His eyes wandered to the other's behind before he caught himself and quickly looked away, blushing deeply. It didn't matter how many times they had slept together. He was probably always going to get embarrassed by things like this. The only thing that would have made it worse is if Francis had caught him staring. Though luckily it seemed he hadn't. So that was a good thing. "How long will the food take?" he asked, keeping his eyes on the bed.

Francis shrugged. "Hopefully not too long. You sure sound hungry!" he exclaimed, tilting his head back to grin at Arthur. His hair had lost some of it's silky appearance, instead crinkling oddly against his neck, giving a hint of how it looked naturally. He caught sight of one loose wave and tried to tame it with his fingers as a comb. "You want your clothes or are you going to hide under the sheet? Because I'm perfectly fine with forgoing clothes for the rest of the night."

Arthur thought for a moment. "I'll get dressed after I've taken a proper shower." he eventually said. He preferred being clean when he was pulling clothes on. When he was going to take that shower remained to be seen. As long as he did it before he left. The only exception to this rule is if he had gone home with someone while drunk. Then he'd rather just leave.

Francis hummed. "A solid plan. I always save my showers for the morning myself, but I don't mind more of this." He dropped onto his side and wrapped one arm around Arthur so he could press his cheek against the man's back. Since he'd left the comfort of the covers, he felt chilled and needed another's warmth. He still couldn't believe they were a solid item. Francis stayed like that until he heard a knock on the door and then he just hummed, not wanting to move.

Arthur didn't mind when Francis laid down against him. The warmth felt good. When the knock on the door came and Francis didn't move he sighed quietly to himself and got up. He pulled the sheet around himself and went to answer the door after grabbing his wallet. He paid for their food and brought it back over to the bed, taking a seat next to the Frenchman. "Ready to eat?" He asked.