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“Bonjour, ma chèrie!” Francis slipped a rose into your lap. “I have just returned!”
Interrupted whilst wewe were in the middle of your book, wewe exclaimed, “Oi! I was reading, wewe wanker!” Swatting away the handsome Frenchman, wewe 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, wewe 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, wewe 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 wewe tonight.” His frisky eyes danced over wewe and wewe suspected it was sexual.
“Oh?” Interested, wewe 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, wewe folded your arms. “If wewe say so, Frog.” wewe pouted as he stood and strode away, but was pleasantly surprised when he returned with your inayopendelewa tea. Cheeks flushing, wewe accepted it and muttered, “Thanks.”
“Anytime, ma belle.”
Sipping your chai carefully, your nose crinkled at the slightly harsh taste. Something wasn’t right. wewe glanced up at Francis, who was watching wewe without any amusement; of course wewe were suspicious. Skeptical, wewe cynically asked, “Pray tell, wewe 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, wewe muttered, “Better not have, au I’ll have your head.”
Francis was delighted and his accent grew heavier. “Really? Where will wewe have it?”
Spluttering, chai spewing, wewe exclaimed, “Not like that wewe pervert! Dear God, won’t wewe go elsewhere?” Francis murmured something about God doing as he pleased and wewe gulped down the rest of your chai and irritably clinked it onto the nearest table. “I thought wewe had a meeting to attend?”
Francis chuckled, “Yes indeed, Mademoiselle Kirkland,” a inayopendelewa nickname for you, referring of course to his bushy-browed friend, “but I came back to warn wewe that wewe should get some rest before tonight.” Suspicion immediately invaded your glare. “Now, I must be off.” Before wewe could respond, he seized a lock of your hair and tugged wewe into a parting kiss, winking as he pulled away. “Adieu!”
“Bye,” wewe murmured as he reached the door. For reasons unknown, wewe added, “I upendo you.”
Francis paused at the door, golden locks fanning over his shoulder as he turned to blow wewe another kiss, “Je t'aime, ma chèrie; je t'aime.” And just like that, he was gone and wewe were alone again. Sighing, wewe closed your book, finding that wewe were unable to focus. Stupid Frenchman was always flying in when wewe least expected him to.
As wewe scooped up your teacup, wewe felt suddenly tired and lay back down.
Francis’ dodgy warning played through your mind again.
“…you should get some rest before tonight.”
Remaining skeptical, wewe 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, wewe didn’t get as much sleep as wewe used to. But going to sleep now would only disappoint wewe when wewe awoke; wewe 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, wewe slammed your eyes shut. wewe definitely needed zaidi sleep. Mind drifting, wewe were grateful when sleep claimed you, hoping that your memory would be erased for a couple hours. Dreams eased your former irritation, though wewe tossed and turned, subconsciously seeking the warmth that was Francis. How wewe had fallen so deeply in upendo with him, wewe really didn’t want to know.
It was hours before wewe regained consciousness.
“Mmm,” your eyes meshed as gentle exhales fluttered against your cheek, “kiss me, Francis…”
Warm lips were suddenly against yours and wewe groggily opened your eyes only to be smothered kwa darkness. Confused, wewe pushed at the chest on juu of yours, but were alleviated when wewe heard his gentle voice: “Hush, it is only me, ma amour.” Kissing wewe zaidi passionately as wewe calmed, Francis claimed wewe with his lips, hands tracing your prone body, hips moving against yours.
When he pulled away, wewe reached up to tangle your fingers in his wavy locks.
“I missed you,” Francis smiled, kissing you. “Now, wewe are ready, oui?”
“R-ready?” Your eyelids fluttered, entranced kwa the Frenchman’s spell. “For what, love?”
“Why, to say yes in my language,” Francis chuckled, “the language of l’amour.”
Pursing your lips, wewe sat up as Francis removed himself from the kitanda and lit a candle. The room smelled heavenly. As wewe glanced towards him, wewe 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 upendo reflected in his beautiful pools of blue, he sighed.
Francis met your eyes. “Though I may flirt with far zaidi creatures than I should,” wewe grimaced, “and though there are times that I may smother wewe to the point where wewe lose your adorable temper, I want wewe 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 wewe belongs only to wewe and I want your amour to be mine and mine alone, so…” He leaned mbele to kiss you. “…marry me?”
Choked up, being quite the romantic behind your tough front, wewe started to shake.
How could wewe stop yourself from crying?
Hand curling as wewe rubbed your eyes, wewe whimpered, “I l-love you, y-you stupid git. So,” your voice was thick as wewe tried to form words in English, but since wewe couldn’t, settled for maligning the Frenchman’s language instead, “o-oui, Francis.” Before wewe could wipe the tears from your eyes, Francis was upon wewe and kissing your lips so feverishly that wewe swore you’d never been happier.
“You ‘ave made me so ‘appy!” Even Francis’ words were overwhelmed. “Embrasse-moi, ma amour!”
Heeding his request, wewe kissed him. Sweeping wewe up from the kitanda and into his arms, he carried wewe up the stairs into the bedroom, never breaking the kiss. Tumbling onto the kitanda between sheets and zaidi 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, wewe pulled away; wewe just had to make at least one cynical remark.
“So, will we refer to wewe au me as Madame Bonnefoy?”
Francis rolled his eyes, chuckling as he shushed wewe accordingly with a kiss. “I’m about to prove that the male one here is moi, Madame.” wewe laughed into the kiss, knowing full-well that this was exactly what wewe wanted. Hey, for a Frog, he really wasn’t that bad—but wewe kept that maoni to yourself.
“Bonjour, ma chèrie!” Francis slipped a rose into your lap. “I have just returned!”
Interrupted whilst wewe were in the middle of your book, wewe exclaimed, “Oi! I was reading, wewe wanker!” Swatting away the handsome Frenchman, wewe 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, wewe 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, wewe 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 wewe tonight.” His frisky eyes danced over wewe and wewe suspected it was sexual.
“Oh?” Interested, wewe 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, wewe folded your arms. “If wewe say so, Frog.” wewe pouted as he stood and strode away, but was pleasantly surprised when he returned with your inayopendelewa tea. Cheeks flushing, wewe accepted it and muttered, “Thanks.”
“Anytime, ma belle.”
Sipping your chai carefully, your nose crinkled at the slightly harsh taste. Something wasn’t right. wewe glanced up at Francis, who was watching wewe without any amusement; of course wewe were suspicious. Skeptical, wewe cynically asked, “Pray tell, wewe 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, wewe muttered, “Better not have, au I’ll have your head.”
Francis was delighted and his accent grew heavier. “Really? Where will wewe have it?”
Spluttering, chai spewing, wewe exclaimed, “Not like that wewe pervert! Dear God, won’t wewe go elsewhere?” Francis murmured something about God doing as he pleased and wewe gulped down the rest of your chai and irritably clinked it onto the nearest table. “I thought wewe had a meeting to attend?”
Francis chuckled, “Yes indeed, Mademoiselle Kirkland,” a inayopendelewa nickname for you, referring of course to his bushy-browed friend, “but I came back to warn wewe that wewe should get some rest before tonight.” Suspicion immediately invaded your glare. “Now, I must be off.” Before wewe could respond, he seized a lock of your hair and tugged wewe into a parting kiss, winking as he pulled away. “Adieu!”
“Bye,” wewe murmured as he reached the door. For reasons unknown, wewe added, “I upendo you.”
Francis paused at the door, golden locks fanning over his shoulder as he turned to blow wewe another kiss, “Je t'aime, ma chèrie; je t'aime.” And just like that, he was gone and wewe were alone again. Sighing, wewe closed your book, finding that wewe were unable to focus. Stupid Frenchman was always flying in when wewe least expected him to.
As wewe scooped up your teacup, wewe felt suddenly tired and lay back down.
Francis’ dodgy warning played through your mind again.
“…you should get some rest before tonight.”
Remaining skeptical, wewe 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, wewe didn’t get as much sleep as wewe used to. But going to sleep now would only disappoint wewe when wewe awoke; wewe 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, wewe slammed your eyes shut. wewe definitely needed zaidi sleep. Mind drifting, wewe were grateful when sleep claimed you, hoping that your memory would be erased for a couple hours. Dreams eased your former irritation, though wewe tossed and turned, subconsciously seeking the warmth that was Francis. How wewe had fallen so deeply in upendo with him, wewe really didn’t want to know.
It was hours before wewe regained consciousness.
“Mmm,” your eyes meshed as gentle exhales fluttered against your cheek, “kiss me, Francis…”
Warm lips were suddenly against yours and wewe groggily opened your eyes only to be smothered kwa darkness. Confused, wewe pushed at the chest on juu of yours, but were alleviated when wewe heard his gentle voice: “Hush, it is only me, ma amour.” Kissing wewe zaidi passionately as wewe calmed, Francis claimed wewe with his lips, hands tracing your prone body, hips moving against yours.
When he pulled away, wewe reached up to tangle your fingers in his wavy locks.
“I missed you,” Francis smiled, kissing you. “Now, wewe are ready, oui?”
“R-ready?” Your eyelids fluttered, entranced kwa the Frenchman’s spell. “For what, love?”
“Why, to say yes in my language,” Francis chuckled, “the language of l’amour.”
Pursing your lips, wewe sat up as Francis removed himself from the kitanda and lit a candle. The room smelled heavenly. As wewe glanced towards him, wewe 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 upendo reflected in his beautiful pools of blue, he sighed.
Francis met your eyes. “Though I may flirt with far zaidi creatures than I should,” wewe grimaced, “and though there are times that I may smother wewe to the point where wewe lose your adorable temper, I want wewe 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 wewe belongs only to wewe and I want your amour to be mine and mine alone, so…” He leaned mbele to kiss you. “…marry me?”
Choked up, being quite the romantic behind your tough front, wewe started to shake.
How could wewe stop yourself from crying?
Hand curling as wewe rubbed your eyes, wewe whimpered, “I l-love you, y-you stupid git. So,” your voice was thick as wewe tried to form words in English, but since wewe couldn’t, settled for maligning the Frenchman’s language instead, “o-oui, Francis.” Before wewe could wipe the tears from your eyes, Francis was upon wewe and kissing your lips so feverishly that wewe swore you’d never been happier.
“You ‘ave made me so ‘appy!” Even Francis’ words were overwhelmed. “Embrasse-moi, ma amour!”
Heeding his request, wewe kissed him. Sweeping wewe up from the kitanda and into his arms, he carried wewe up the stairs into the bedroom, never breaking the kiss. Tumbling onto the kitanda between sheets and zaidi 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, wewe pulled away; wewe just had to make at least one cynical remark.
“So, will we refer to wewe au me as Madame Bonnefoy?”
Francis rolled his eyes, chuckling as he shushed wewe accordingly with a kiss. “I’m about to prove that the male one here is moi, Madame.” wewe laughed into the kiss, knowing full-well that this was exactly what wewe wanted. Hey, for a Frog, he really wasn’t that bad—but wewe kept that maoni to yourself.