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Warmish long fingers gently ran along the side of his face, and Guy-Manuel sighed into the touch. Turning his face sideways, the musician tried to bury his face against the pillow, his eyelids fluttering a bit as the fingers left his face.

A smile lit his face as something warm and moist pressed against his cheek several times.

"Bonjour!"

Guy chuckled as he felt his lover's arms wrap around his torso and his body was given a little squeeze. Gasping a bit from the squeeze, Guy's eyes cracked open and he saw his lover - Thomas - leaning, slightly sideways, over him.

A smile, stretched from ear to ear, was plastered on Thomas's face, and the taller musician leaned forward kiss his friend awake.

"Now, that you're awake, belle..." Thomas began, pulling his lips away from the other, and ignoring Guy's groan at being called beautiful. "I can show you this!"

Excitedly, Thomas reached under his own pillow and brought out a make-shift orange card. Guy-Manuel blinked in surprise as Thomas placed the crimson card into his hands.

"What's this?" Guy asked softly. It surely wasn't a birthday card; Thomas had already bought at least three for him, and the birthday sex had been incredible. A small blush filled Guy's cheeks as he remembered the hourly rumps of intercourse that had played out last Tuesday.

"Well, read the card imbécile," Thomas said in a teasing-like tone.

Guy rolled his eyes at his younger lover, but opened the card nevertheless and was shocked at seeing a somewhat crappy hand-drawn heart in the middle of the card.

In the middle of the heart, written in French and Thomas's lopsided handwriting, was the phrase: Je t'aime.
Around the heart were the same phrase written in English and even Japanese.

Guy lifted his head up from the card and stared in adoring silence at the younger man.

The silence made Thomas concerned, and he whispered softly, "Ça vous plaît?"

Guy made no noise, and chose instead to toss the card onto his pillow. Thomas bent his head, not wanting Guy to see that he was upset, but was startled as a hand tilted underneath his chin, bringing his head up.

"Bein sûr!" Guy whispered, bringing Thomas's mouth closer to his and kissing it softly. Thomas blinked owlishly as Guy increased the power of the kiss, and the two arched up against each other's actions as they fumbled around the bed.

Breaking the kiss, Guy rested on his side and smiled as he felt Thomas snuggling up against him. A warm hand grabbed a hold of his own, and Thomas breathed against the back of Guy's neck, "Bonne saint-Valentin..."

Description
Warmish long fingers gently ran along the side of his face, and Guy-Manuel sighed into the touch. Turning his face sideways, the musician tried to bury his face against the pillow, his eyelids fluttering a bit as the fingers left his face.

A smile lit his face as something warm and moist pressed against his cheek several times.

"Bonjour!"

Guy chuckled as he felt his lover's arms wrap around his torso and his body was given a little squeeze. Gasping a bit from the squeeze, Guy's eyes cracked open and he saw his lover - Thomas - leaning, slightly sideways, over him.

A smile, stretched from ear to ear, was plastered on Thomas's face, and the taller musician leaned forward kiss his friend awake.

"Now, that you're awake, belle..." Thomas began, pulling his lips away from the other, and ignoring Guy's groan at being called beautiful. "I can show you this!"

Excitedly, Thomas reached under his own pillow and brought out a make-shift orange card. Guy-Manuel blinked in surprise as Thomas placed the crimson card into his hands.

"What's this?" Guy asked softly. It surely wasn't a birthday card; Thomas had already bought at least three for him, and the birthday sex had been incredible. A small blush filled Guy's cheeks as he remembered the hourly rumps of intercourse that had played out last Tuesday.

"Well, read the card imbécile," Thomas said in a teasing-like tone.

Guy rolled his eyes at his younger lover, but opened the card nevertheless and was shocked at seeing a somewhat crappy hand-drawn heart in the middle of the card.

In the middle of the heart, written in French and Thomas's lopsided handwriting, was the phrase: Je t'aime.
Around the heart were the same phrase written in English and even Japanese.

Guy lifted his head up from the card and stared in adoring silence at the younger man.

The silence made Thomas concerned, and he whispered softly, "Ça vous plaît?"

Guy made no noise, and chose instead to toss the card onto his pillow. Thomas bent his head, not wanting Guy to see that he was upset, but was startled as a hand tilted underneath his chin, bringing his head up.

"Bein sûr!" Guy whispered, bringing Thomas's mouth closer to his and kissing it softly. Thomas blinked owlishly as Guy increased the power of the kiss, and the two arched up against each other's actions as they fumbled around the bed.

Breaking the kiss, Guy rested on his side and smiled as he felt Thomas snuggling up against him. A warm hand grabbed a hold of his own, and Thomas breathed against the back of Guy's neck, "Bonne saint-Valentin..."