Delightful Company~ Author!EnglandxReader 4.

The next morning _____ woke up to the sound of a kettle boiling and birds singing outside.
She rubbed her bleary eyes, no longer fatigued as she felt some recollection of the night before come back to her; it had been truly magical, and an involuntary blush crossed her countenance when she realised exactly where she was. The young girl looked up as the sound of muffled footsteps assaulted her ears. It was no doubt Arthur, and the young man eventually came into view with a pile of clean washing in his arms. His hair was ruffled, but he didn't seem at all upset about it, smiling gently at the girl in his room. "Did you sleep well? I'm sorry if I woke you up." Looking so ininhibited truly became Arthur. "I-It's ok..." _____ yawned, staggering out from beneath the embroidered covers and stretching languidly "I slept rather well, thank you!" Another grin crossed the young man's face. His companion looked innocent and angelic in the golden morning light, a sliver of it being cast on her face through a chink in the curtains. He could see dust-motes drifting in the air, and yet again he felt the sudden urge to grab a pen and write how beautiful the scene unfolding before him was. Never had he felt such things, never had someone been able to make him feel so nervous and so giddy simultaneously; _____ seemed to be both his un-doing and his inspiration.

"Would you like some breakfast?" Arthur asked the shorter girl, head cocked to the side in curiousity "I could make some if you liked, let me just put these in the wardrobe." He guesturing at the pile of neatly folded jumpers, socks and cardigans.
"That sounds great!" _____ smiled widely, taking in the slightly wind-swept author and giggling internally about how domestic he looked with laundry in his arms. He also looked far more relaxed than she'd ever seen him before, only wearing an off-white blouse (unbuttoned, mind you) and a baggy pair of pyjama bottoms depicting small toy-soldiers and landmarks around London against a cream cotton background. There was something adorable about the way he looked, really; though one couldn't call it childish, especially not with the exposed, slightly muscular torso and lithe hips on which the hem of the trousers rested. As Arthur began placing the freshly-washed garments into the wardrobe, he kept casting playful glances at _____ over his shoulder.
"My face is up here, love~" He teased, before straightening up and showing her down the stairs and into the kitchen. His hands were already ink-stained, and despite looking cheerful there was a hint of tiredness behind his emerald eyes. The young girl voiced what she thought as she ran her fingers over the grains in Arthur's rough oak table. "You look tired...is it because you slept on the sofa?"
"No, I'm fine!" The gentleman insisted, pottering around and putting some toast in the toaster "You don't need to worry about me. And the only reason why I'm a little tired is because I was writing...I shouldn't have put so much work on hold because of that infernal party Francis arranged..."
Arthur was taken aback when he felt soft, warm hands cupping his face. Intent ____ eyes regarded his face "It's not that...there's something wrong, I can tell."
"Please don't worry about me." Arthur mumbled, drawing back slightly "I'm not worth it."
"But you are! You're a great writer, and an even better person and you need someone to realise that!" He was shocked at the determination and the truth in ____'s wavering voice "That's why we're friends, isn't it?" Her expression softened, her voice quieter. "You shouldn't bottle up whatever it is..."
"Fine." His voice quavered slightly, and _____ felt arms wrap around her and Arthur rest his forehead against hers. "I'll tell you...No, I'll show you..."
And with that, he crashed his lips to hers, the restrained passion finally being released as the two deepened it and held eachother tighter. Arthur's eyes fluttered closed, and he mumbled softly into the kiss "I...I really like you...words can't describe how much..." He felt _____'s fingers run through his air, her legs now wrapped around his waist. The embarrased young man smiled softly, pulling back and chuckling. "I hope you feel the same way..." He whispered, ____ finally coming back down to Earth. For once he didn't care how flushed his face was.
"I-I do! You're amazing, Arthur!" The two then kissed again, fiercer this time, bodies flush against eachother as the scent of burning bread began to assault their nostrils. They didn't seem to notice, however, only beginning to panic when tendrils of smoke began to curl through the air.
"Sugar, the toast!!"

Later that day, Arthur rather reluctantly drove _____ back to her house, then retreating back to his. All throughout the commute to and from they had exchanged chaste, sweet kisses and he felt dazed and light-headed as he flung himself on the sofa. His laptop was roaring to life with an unhealthy sounding hum minutes later, his mind on other things as he began to type. All the words were suddenly coming so easily!

"Hello?" One of Arthur's hands hovered over the key-board, his mobile at his ear as he sat with his knees up to his chest.
"Oh, mon lapin, you're awake!" His face fell when he realised it wasn't _____.
"Evidently." He said dryly in return to the avid French voice "It's lunch-time, and unlike you I didn't drink and get a massive hang-over."
"Listen...I need to speak to you about something. I've been talking to some important people and there's a certain proposal that I need your opinion on."
"If it's about exploiting my work then I'm not listening. Also, I'm trying to write-"
"Yes, yes, I know you get grouchy when you're writing and you get interrupted...Gah! Let me just tell you!" Francis whined "Just give me three minutes, and then you can hang up."
"Ok then. You better start talking." Arthur was already irritated.
"Now, the man I was talking to said that he's read your work and-"
"Cut to the chase, Frog."
"-Basically, he wants you to..."

Arthur's jaw dropped when he heared the proposition, unable to form words to reply.
"Are you still there?"
"Y-Yes...When did this happen!? Why didn't you tell me yesterday!?" The author was frantic, mind whirring and head reeling. "I-It's so sudden!"
"Calm down, mon lapin~ Let's just say big brother worked his magic."
"But-"
"You've a few days to decide...don't panic. I'm sure you'll make the right decision."
"Francis, what if I don't want this? I've never wanted fame, never will! Y-You can't just force me to make this decision, and it's potentially going to change my life-"
"-Ring me when you know. See you soon."
Arthur dropped the phone into his lap, heart racing. What on Earth was he supposed to do!? His fingers fumbled with the device again as he punched in _____'s number and waited for her to reply. He grunted in irritation when it went to voice-mail. He quickly composed himself and tried to not sound too distressed.

"Hello, _____? It's Arthur, meet me at the cafe. I-It's important..."