Your Presence is More Than Enough of a Present
Hello! @aph-blue! This is your gift for @xmas-usukexchange2016! Iâm sorry the original gifter wasnât able to give you something on time, but Iâm your [America voice] back-up! A fluffy usuk Christmas story, just what you ordered! Sorry itâs a bit short. Iâm unable to put it under keep reading, as alas, Iâm on mobile. Sorry about that! Hope you had a great holiday season and hope you enjoy!
Alfred loved the holiday season.
The lights, the decorations, the songs, just everything about the season made his heart fill with joy and a smile spread wide on the alphaâs face. However, this season wasnât turning out to be the best as all his friends and even his family were all busy. His friends he could understand, but his own family somehow ended up having plans not involving him. Of course Alfred understood that in the chaos of the season, he couldâve been forgotten entirely, but that didnât make the fact that he was all alone any less painful. So when his boyfriend, an omega named Arthur, asked if he wanted to spend the day with him, Alfred was more than happy to oblige. It was almost as if Arthur knew he was all alone⊠Which was weird, because he had made a point not to tell anyone, knowing how much more of a blow it would be to his alpha pride. Alfred huffed. It must be one of his weird omega senses.
Alfredâs apartment was, to put it lightly, a bit of a mess. There were clothes everywhere, dishes in the sink from only yesterday, he added proudly, his bed was unmade, and the kitchen was dirty. It was less of a matter of being an alpha (as his alpha friend, Gilbert, was a neat freak,) than the fact that he was lazy that his apartment was in such a state. He didnât see the need to as no one was there to judge or tell him otherwise. However, the place was spotless by time Artie was there.
The first thing Alfred did when he saw his omega was crush him, nuzzling his face in his neck. It felt like it had been forever since heâd seen him, despite it only being a week or so.
âMissed me, did you love?â Arthur mused. Alfred didnât speak, instead nodding and inhaling his scent.
âYou smell wonderful. God how Iâve missed that scent.â Arthur had been doing his best to reciprocate the hug, but was limited by the amount of things in his hands. Noticing this, Alfred quickly released him and excitedly examined the objects, much like a dog.
âIâve brought you gifts.â Arthur said, sitting down and patting the seat next to his, inviting Alfred to sit with him an as he unfolded the blanket, which, after making hot chocolate for the both of them, he gladly accepted. Handing him his cup, Alfred relaxed as Arthur snuggled into him. How heâd longed for this.
Breaking the silence that had overtaken them, Alfred asked, âso about those gifts?â
Arthurâs eyes widened. âOh yes, those.â Arthur reached and grabbed the bag on the table, presenting it to his alpha. Alfred excitedly reached in the bag, sticking his tongue out from the side of his lip as he searched for the card, knowing Artie was very particular about those sorts of things.
âTo my Alfred,â he read, âyou may be an insufferable git, oblivious, and unbearable at times, but youâre still my Alfred, the most wonderful, charming and sweet person I know. Happy holidays. With all my love, Arthur. Alfred pecked Arthurâs red face. âLove ya too Art.â In typical Arthur style, all he heard in response was grumpy mumbles. Alfred chuckled and rummaged in the bag, seeing what else his omega had gotten him.
In the end the alpha got a new video game, a handmade sweater which smelled like Arthur, (which was truly a blessing) and some coupons to his favorite burger place. Alfred punctuated each gift with a kiss and a âthank you,â making the Brit blush, but he felt guilty. âI didnât get you anything,â Alfred lamented with a pout. Itâs not that he had forgotten, but ironically, he was too busy and didnât have time to find the perfect gift for Artie. True to his nature, the omega was remarkably talented at finding great presents, something that as an alpha, Alfred struggled with a bit.
âHuh?â Alfred cocked his head, not hearing what Arthur had mumbled.
The omega cleared his throat, blushing furiously. âI said, your presence is more than enough of a present.â At this, Alfred beamed and tackled Artie, peppering him in kisses. Mind you, Alfred was still going to get him something, but this meant he had time. âAlright, alright, I get it I get it. Now, if you would, please release me love, and we can do something fun. Not that I wouldnât mind spending the day in your arms.â Arthur breathed, crushed in his alphaâs grip. Alfred promptly did so, dragging him towards the kitchen with a 1000-watt smile plastered on his face.
Alfred was at his happiest. Spending the day with Arthur, and doing silly things. They baked, (or rather, Alfred baked, he wasnât going to allow the omega to set his house on fire,) which resulted in dough and flour all over their bodies and everywhere, sang Christmas songs, danced, ate, played with and threw snow at each other, drank hot chocolate, and ended up snuggling on the couch under a blanket, watching movies.
âAlfred,â Arthur said after a while of silence, âthereâs one more gift I havenât given you yet.â Alfred sat up, full attention on the Brit as the reached down and drew a framed picture of his mother from out of his pocket Alfredâs eyes widened.
âWhat..? But that never leaves your room, itâs your most prized possession, why would you-â Alfred cut himself off, realizing what Arthur was implying. â Y-You w-want to m-m-move in with me?!?â For someone who spoke at a mile per minute, he was, for once, at a loss for words. Arthur nodded, smiling warmly.
âYouâre super easy to read love, youâve been sulky recently. You love the holiday season, you wouldnât be this down if something wasnât wrong. I took that to mean you were going to spend your holiday alone. So I thought that this was the perfect time to ask, I donât ever want you to be alone during the holidays again you git.â Alfred kissed Arthur, trying to to convey all his emotions as he embraced him in a warm hug.
â Youâre the best boyfriend in the world, Art. Of course I want to move in with you.â Arthur hugged Alfred back, putting his face in the junction of his neck. Alfred couldnât stop smiling. It was the best holiday he ever had, and with Arthur by his side, he was sure to have many more to look forward to.
