**Duolingo, man. Anyway. I just thought of this and thought it would be cute if Tremaine started taking French lessons just so he could be all romantic with Roshan and stuff.

TW: UNREALISTIC QUALITY OF LANGUAGE-LEARNING APP. DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME. (lol)**

The shutters blocked the morning sun from blinding Tremaine as he sat on the couch in the early hours of the morning. Roshan was still asleep; Tremaine had decided to surprise his husband by getting up early and making breakfast and coffee for the both of them. Now, with the coffee steaming and breakfast ready, all Tremaine had to do was wait.

And struggle with Duolingo.

He'd been taking French lessons on the sly for a few weeks now. He had been especially intrigued when he found their bonus course based on flirting. He had started dropping the occasional mon cheri or mon amour, doing it all for the blush on Roshan's cheeks. Knowing that Roshan had studied French a bit in secondary school, Tremaine hoped he would understand some of what he was saying.

It was at this point that Roshan walked into the living room, more adorable than a kitten that had just awoken from its slumber. He was wearing a jumper that Tremaine recognized as one of his own; it wasn't that hard to tell, seeing as it practically reached Roshan's knees.

The owner of the jumper walked over to Roshan and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "Good morning, la mignonne." (cutie) The mignonne in question giggled sleepily and nuzzled into his husband's chest, sighing at the comfortable warmth.

Tremaine chuckled. "Fais de beaux reves?" (Sweet dreams?) he questioned, gently brushing a curl of hair off of Roshan's forehead.

Roshan nodded and met Tremaine's gaze with his own sleepy eyes. "Why're you up so early?" he mumbled, grogginess clouding in his words.

"Just making breakfast for you," he responded, moving aside so Roshan could see the plates and mugs that were set on the coffee table. He pressed a kiss to Roshan's temple. "Surprise, mon etoile," he whispered. (My star)

Roshan's giggle - and, of course, the blush - made those lessons all worth it. "You're trop sucre," he murmured (too sweet), moving to sit on the couch with Tremaine's hand in his own. Tremaine loved it when Roshan spoke French, because his voice took on a breathy, sultry accent that Tremaine couldn't get enough of.

They had breakfast together, enjoying each other's company and talking about what they were going to do for the day. They were both in the process of searching for jobs, so they got to spend a lot of time together. Neither of them were complaining. For the moment, all they had was each other, and that was all they needed. And who could blame them? They were both eperdument amoureux (madly in love).