[ It wasn't scandalous as much as it was christening, at least that's what France's excuse had been the first time he'd given Austria the look halfway through dicing up a cucumber while preparing lunch in their new home. That was no excuse for abandoning the vegetable in favor of pursuing other leisurely activities.

It isn't until the aftermath, while flexing his fingers and sprawling out in bed that he's reminded of how they ended up leaving a trail behind them through the house. Austria's talking about nipple clamps on the coffee table and the blond can't stop the airy laugh that comes after. A hand slips to stroke the thigh draped over him and he sighs, glancing over. ]

Clamps? I completely forgot about the cucumbers. I'm sure Pierre's already gotten to them by now. [ a beat passes and an eyebrow perks ] Even unintentionally, you're spoiling that poor bird. Trying to win his allegiance.

[ France sounds completely okay with his bird skipping sides if it means he gets to just lay there for a bit longer. ]

So, what about this checklist, hm? [ His fingers ghost a little higher on the hip, mouth curving into a teasing grin. ] Do you want guests? We've not invited anyone over yet. [ idly: ] Maybe I wouldn't stray away from the kitchen and waste our groceries then?

[ Haven indeed. Some of the rooms aren't even furnished yet and France is still tempted to lay claim to them. Yikes. ]