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“Bonjour, ma chèrie!” Francis slipped a rose into your lap. “I have just returned!”
Interrupted whilst toi were in the middle of your book, toi exclaimed, “Oi! I was reading, toi wanker!” Swatting away the handsome Frenchman, toi scowled as he attempted straddling you, lips seeking yours. “Hey! Hey!” Your protests were to no avail, however, and Francis was Victorious as he planted a Kiss upon your flustered lips.
Immediately, toi gave in and kissed him back, rivaling his passion.
Sinking deeper into you, Francis pulled back briefly to smile and say, “Aha! I have tamed the shrew, non?” Rolling your eyes, toi shut him up with another kiss. He chuckled, subtle stubble brushing against your cheek as he eventually lifted his head to Kiss your forehead. “Actually, I have a proposition of sorts for toi tonight.” His frisky eyes danced over toi and toi suspected it was sexual.
“Oh?” Interested, toi propped yourself up. “And what exactly is that?”
Francis snorted, teasing you, “Silly, that would ruin la surprise!”
Resisting the urge to conk him upside the head, toi folded your arms. “If toi say so, Frog.” toi pouted as he stood and strode away, but was pleasantly surprised when he returned with your favori tea. Cheeks flushing, toi accepted it and muttered, “Thanks.”
“Anytime, ma belle.”
Sipping your thé carefully, your nose crinkled at the slightly harsh taste. Something wasn’t right. toi glanced up at Francis, who was watching toi without any amusement; of course toi were suspicious. Skeptical, toi cynically asked, “Pray tell, toi didn’t put anything in my tea, did you?”
Francis raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know,” a smile crept onto his lips, “did I?”
Gingerly pressing the rim to your lips, toi muttered, “Better not have, ou I’ll have your head.”
Francis was delighted and his accent grew heavier. “Really? Where will toi have it?”
Spluttering, thé spewing, toi exclaimed, “Not like that toi pervert! Dear God, won’t toi go elsewhere?” Francis murmured something about God doing as he pleased and toi gulped down the rest of your thé and irritably clinked it onto the nearest table. “I thought toi had a meeting to attend?”
Francis chuckled, “Yes indeed, Mademoiselle Kirkland,” a favori nickname for you, referring of course to his bushy-browed friend, “but I came back to warn toi that toi should get some rest before tonight.” Suspicion immediately invaded your glare. “Now, I must be off.” Before toi could respond, he seized a lock of your hair and tugged toi into a parting kiss, winking as he pulled away. “Adieu!”
“Bye,” toi murmured as he reached the door. For reasons unknown, toi added, “I l’amour you.”
Francis paused at the door, golden locks fanning over his shoulder as he turned to blow toi another kiss, “Je t'aime, ma chèrie; je t'aime.” And just like that, he was gone and toi were alone again. Sighing, toi closed your book, finding that toi were unable to focus. Stupid Frenchman was always flying in when toi least expected him to.
As toi scooped up your teacup, toi felt suddenly tired and lay back down.
Francis’ dodgy warning played through your mind again.
“…you should get some rest before tonight.”
Remaining skeptical, toi leaned your head against the pillow. Maybe some rest wouldn’t be such a bad idea? With all your nightly activities, courtesy of living with Francis, toi didn’t get as much sleep as toi used to. But going to sleep now would only disappoint toi when toi awoke; toi loathed waking up without Francis beside you.
Your mind skidded to a halt.
That thought did not just pass through your mind.
Blushing in frustration, toi slammed your eyes shut. toi definitely needed plus sleep. Mind drifting, toi were grateful when sleep claimed you, hoping that your memory would be erased for a couple hours. Dreams eased your former irritation, though toi tossed and turned, subconsciously seeking the warmth that was Francis. How toi had fallen so deeply in l’amour with him, toi really didn’t want to know.
It was hours before toi regained consciousness.
“Mmm,” your eyes meshed as gentle exhales fluttered against your cheek, “kiss me, Francis…”
Warm lips were suddenly against yours and toi groggily opened your eyes only to be smothered par darkness. Confused, toi pushed at the chest on haut, retour au début of yours, but were alleviated when toi heard his gentle voice: “Hush, it is only me, ma amour.” s’embrasser toi plus passionately as toi calmed, Francis claimed toi with his lips, hands tracing your prone body, hips moving against yours.
When he pulled away, toi reached up to tangle your fingers in his wavy locks.
“I missed you,” Francis smiled, s’embrasser you. “Now, toi are ready, oui?”
“R-ready?” Your eyelids fluttered, entranced par the Frenchman’s spell. “For what, love?”
“Why, to say yes in my language,” Francis chuckled, “the language of l’amour.”
Pursing your lips, toi sat up as Francis removed himself from the canapé and lit a candle. The room smelled heavenly. As toi glanced towards him, toi noticed that rose petals embellished the floor. When your gaze found Francis again, however, he was kneeling and presenting a little red box to you. With l’amour reflected in his beautiful pools of blue, he sighed.
Francis met your eyes. “Though I may flirt with far plus creatures than I should,” toi grimaced, “and though there are times that I may smother toi to the point where toi lose your adorable temper, I want toi to know that je vous adore.” He stared sincerely into your eyes as he flipped open the box, smile overwhelmingly beautiful. “L’amour that I possess for toi belongs only to toi and I want your amour to be mine and mine alone, so…” He leaned vers l'avant, vers l’avant to Kiss you. “…marry me?”
Choked up, being quite the romantic behind your tough front, toi started to shake.
How could toi stop yourself from crying?
Hand curling as toi rubbed your eyes, toi whimpered, “I l-love you, y-you stupid git. So,” your voice was thick as toi tried to form words in English, but since toi couldn’t, settled for maligning the Frenchman’s language instead, “o-oui, Francis.” Before toi could wipe the tears from your eyes, Francis was upon toi and s’embrasser your lips so feverishly that toi swore you’d never been happier.
“You ‘ave made me so ‘appy!” Even Francis’ words were overwhelmed. “Embrasse-moi, ma amour!”
Heeding his request, toi kissed him. Sweeping toi up from the canapé and into his arms, he carried toi up the stairs into the bedroom, never breaking the kiss. Tumbling onto the lit between sheets and plus rose petals, the soft smell of linen lulled your lips into a hum as Francis’ mouth met yours. All things considered, he was the best thing that ever happened to you. Though, as Francis’ hands started wandering, as they would, an amusing thought entered your mind.
Smiling, toi pulled away; toi just had to make at least one cynical remark.
“So, will we refer to toi ou me as Madame Bonnefoy?”
Francis rolled his eyes, chuckling as he shushed toi accordingly with a kiss. “I’m about to prove that the male one here is moi, Madame.” toi laughed into the kiss, knowing full-well that this was exactly what toi wanted. Hey, for a Frog, he really wasn’t that bad—but toi kept that commentaire to yourself.
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“Bonjour, ma chèrie!” Francis slipped a rose into your lap. “I have just returned!”
Interrupted whilst toi were in the middle of your book, toi exclaimed, “Oi! I was reading, toi wanker!” Swatting away the handsome Frenchman, toi scowled as he attempted straddling you, lips seeking yours. “Hey! Hey!” Your protests were to no avail, however, and Francis was Victorious as he planted a Kiss upon your flustered lips.
Immediately, toi gave in and kissed him back, rivaling his passion.
Sinking deeper into you, Francis pulled back briefly to smile and say, “Aha! I have tamed the shrew, non?” Rolling your eyes, toi shut him up with another kiss. He chuckled, subtle stubble brushing against your cheek as he eventually lifted his head to Kiss your forehead. “Actually, I have a proposition of sorts for toi tonight.” His frisky eyes danced over toi and toi suspected it was sexual.
“Oh?” Interested, toi propped yourself up. “And what exactly is that?”
Francis snorted, teasing you, “Silly, that would ruin la surprise!”
Resisting the urge to conk him upside the head, toi folded your arms. “If toi say so, Frog.” toi pouted as he stood and strode away, but was pleasantly surprised when he returned with your favori tea. Cheeks flushing, toi accepted it and muttered, “Thanks.”
“Anytime, ma belle.”
Sipping your thé carefully, your nose crinkled at the slightly harsh taste. Something wasn’t right. toi glanced up at Francis, who was watching toi without any amusement; of course toi were suspicious. Skeptical, toi cynically asked, “Pray tell, toi didn’t put anything in my tea, did you?”
Francis raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know,” a smile crept onto his lips, “did I?”
Gingerly pressing the rim to your lips, toi muttered, “Better not have, ou I’ll have your head.”
Francis was delighted and his accent grew heavier. “Really? Where will toi have it?”
Spluttering, thé spewing, toi exclaimed, “Not like that toi pervert! Dear God, won’t toi go elsewhere?” Francis murmured something about God doing as he pleased and toi gulped down the rest of your thé and irritably clinked it onto the nearest table. “I thought toi had a meeting to attend?”
Francis chuckled, “Yes indeed, Mademoiselle Kirkland,” a favori nickname for you, referring of course to his bushy-browed friend, “but I came back to warn toi that toi should get some rest before tonight.” Suspicion immediately invaded your glare. “Now, I must be off.” Before toi could respond, he seized a lock of your hair and tugged toi into a parting kiss, winking as he pulled away. “Adieu!”
“Bye,” toi murmured as he reached the door. For reasons unknown, toi added, “I l’amour you.”
Francis paused at the door, golden locks fanning over his shoulder as he turned to blow toi another kiss, “Je t'aime, ma chèrie; je t'aime.” And just like that, he was gone and toi were alone again. Sighing, toi closed your book, finding that toi were unable to focus. Stupid Frenchman was always flying in when toi least expected him to.
As toi scooped up your teacup, toi felt suddenly tired and lay back down.
Francis’ dodgy warning played through your mind again.
“…you should get some rest before tonight.”
Remaining skeptical, toi leaned your head against the pillow. Maybe some rest wouldn’t be such a bad idea? With all your nightly activities, courtesy of living with Francis, toi didn’t get as much sleep as toi used to. But going to sleep now would only disappoint toi when toi awoke; toi loathed waking up without Francis beside you.
Your mind skidded to a halt.
That thought did not just pass through your mind.
Blushing in frustration, toi slammed your eyes shut. toi definitely needed plus sleep. Mind drifting, toi were grateful when sleep claimed you, hoping that your memory would be erased for a couple hours. Dreams eased your former irritation, though toi tossed and turned, subconsciously seeking the warmth that was Francis. How toi had fallen so deeply in l’amour with him, toi really didn’t want to know.
It was hours before toi regained consciousness.
“Mmm,” your eyes meshed as gentle exhales fluttered against your cheek, “kiss me, Francis…”
Warm lips were suddenly against yours and toi groggily opened your eyes only to be smothered par darkness. Confused, toi pushed at the chest on haut, retour au début of yours, but were alleviated when toi heard his gentle voice: “Hush, it is only me, ma amour.” s’embrasser toi plus passionately as toi calmed, Francis claimed toi with his lips, hands tracing your prone body, hips moving against yours.
When he pulled away, toi reached up to tangle your fingers in his wavy locks.
“I missed you,” Francis smiled, s’embrasser you. “Now, toi are ready, oui?”
“R-ready?” Your eyelids fluttered, entranced par the Frenchman’s spell. “For what, love?”
“Why, to say yes in my language,” Francis chuckled, “the language of l’amour.”
Pursing your lips, toi sat up as Francis removed himself from the canapé and lit a candle. The room smelled heavenly. As toi glanced towards him, toi noticed that rose petals embellished the floor. When your gaze found Francis again, however, he was kneeling and presenting a little red box to you. With l’amour reflected in his beautiful pools of blue, he sighed.
Francis met your eyes. “Though I may flirt with far plus creatures than I should,” toi grimaced, “and though there are times that I may smother toi to the point where toi lose your adorable temper, I want toi to know that je vous adore.” He stared sincerely into your eyes as he flipped open the box, smile overwhelmingly beautiful. “L’amour that I possess for toi belongs only to toi and I want your amour to be mine and mine alone, so…” He leaned vers l'avant, vers l’avant to Kiss you. “…marry me?”
Choked up, being quite the romantic behind your tough front, toi started to shake.
How could toi stop yourself from crying?
Hand curling as toi rubbed your eyes, toi whimpered, “I l-love you, y-you stupid git. So,” your voice was thick as toi tried to form words in English, but since toi couldn’t, settled for maligning the Frenchman’s language instead, “o-oui, Francis.” Before toi could wipe the tears from your eyes, Francis was upon toi and s’embrasser your lips so feverishly that toi swore you’d never been happier.
“You ‘ave made me so ‘appy!” Even Francis’ words were overwhelmed. “Embrasse-moi, ma amour!”
Heeding his request, toi kissed him. Sweeping toi up from the canapé and into his arms, he carried toi up the stairs into the bedroom, never breaking the kiss. Tumbling onto the lit between sheets and plus rose petals, the soft smell of linen lulled your lips into a hum as Francis’ mouth met yours. All things considered, he was the best thing that ever happened to you. Though, as Francis’ hands started wandering, as they would, an amusing thought entered your mind.
Smiling, toi pulled away; toi just had to make at least one cynical remark.
“So, will we refer to toi ou me as Madame Bonnefoy?”
Francis rolled his eyes, chuckling as he shushed toi accordingly with a kiss. “I’m about to prove that the male one here is moi, Madame.” toi laughed into the kiss, knowing full-well that this was exactly what toi wanted. Hey, for a Frog, he really wasn’t that bad—but toi kept that commentaire to yourself.