Take A Dirty Picture

Please?

No.

Alfred huffed and flipped his phone shut. It had been a few weeks since Alfred had gone away on a business trip, usually it only took a few days, and he had really started to miss the warm body of Arthur lying next to him every night. It took Alfred's willpower all of two minutes before he opened his phone again.

Pretty Please? What if I begged? Would you do it if I begged?

Alfred grinned down at the screen of his phone, asking if begging would work almost always made him give in, like the Brit needed any more ego boosting.

No, I said no and that's final Alfred now please drop the subject.

Alfred's brow furrowed and he frowned at the small illuminated text. No? Arthur must really be against it if even the promised grovelling held no appeal for him. For a while there the American just stared down at the tiny letters. With another sigh he flipped his phone shut.

These last few days had reminded him again and again of why he could never leave Arthur's side for more than a few days. The more Alfred was away then the more desperate he got for attention and the more distant Arthur grew… not to mention the fact when Alfred left it was an almost open invitation for Francis to stick his head in and mess everything up.

With determined eyes Alfred flicked his phone open.

Come on Arty it would put my mind at ease if you did it…

What?! Alfred what you're asking is inappropriate. You'll be home in a few days can you not wait until then?

He frowned once more as he tapped out his reply.

No.

He could almost envision his boyfriend sighing at it. There was nothing wrong with what Alfred was asking, nothing at all. Alfred waited a few minutes but no replying 'ding' was heard. With reluctance he shut his phone, plugged it in to be charged and headed for a nice warm shower.

Before he reached the door he heard a little 'ding'

Fine.

Alfred grinned at the message and sent back a smiley face. He put the cell down and headed for the shower, knowing Arthur would either delight in keeping from him for a while or not know exactly how to fill Alfred's request.

When he came back, towel wrapped around his waist, he fully expected his phone's unread section to be empty but he was surprised to find two messages in there, one a text and one an Email.

He hurriedly opened the text.

There! I hope you're happy with this; it was awkward to say the least…

This merely piqued his curiosity. With hurried finger movement he opened the Email, groaning when it took an extra three minutes to load the attached image, all worth it when it opened. There was Arthur, shirtless, in tight leather pants with handcuffs dangling from the corner of his mouth which was pulled up in a wickedly tantalizing smirk.

Quite frankly Alfred hadn't expected this… but it wasn't an unpleasant surprise.

With a quickened heart beat Alfred tapped out a text and flicked it to Arthur.

Thanks Arty… God damn this makes me want to board a flight home right now!

With a mischievous grin Alfred fiddled around with his phone some more until he found what he was looking for.

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Arthur sighed and flung a nightshirt over his bare chest, discarding his leather pants and the handcuffs. Sometimes Alfred could be a pest, especially when he went away on business trips for an extended period of time. Arthur yawned and dumped his phone on the night stand, it was late and he just wanted to get to sleep. All hopes of drifting off uninterrupted were shattered by the 'bring' of his phone as it received a text and again as it alerted him to another.

"Blast it!" He snarled as he sat and reached for the bleeping device.

With fierce taps he brought up the first message, a text.

I know that would have been a bit awkward for you and all but… well my 'thanks for that' is in the Email I sent you. P.S. I miss you!

Arthur frowned at the screen before shutting the message and bringing up the Email, which had a photo attachment. What he saw almost made him choke. It was Alfred, fresh from the shower, with a towel riding low on his hips, his hair was damp and droplets on his chest shone, his bright blue eyes held a mischievous look but his face was soft and apologetic.

"Oh sweet heavens…" Arthur whispered.

He typed slower now.

Thanks for that luv, I miss you too… come home soon, I'll be waiting.