“Bonjour, ma chèrie!
” Francis slipped a rose into your lap. “I have just returned!”
Interrupted whilst आप were in the middle of your book, आप exclaimed, “Oi! I was reading, आप wanker!” Swatting away the handsome Frenchman, आप scowled as he attempted straddling you, lips seeking yours. “Hey! Hey!” Your protests were to no avail, however, and Francis was विक्टोरियस as he planted a किस upon your flustered lips.
Immediately, आप 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, आप shut him up with another kiss. He chuckled, subtle stubble brushing against your cheek as he eventually lifted his head to किस your forehead. “Actually, I have a proposition of sorts for आप tonight.” His frisky eyes danced over आप and आप suspected it was sexual.
“Oh?” Interested, आप 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, आप folded your arms. “If आप say so, Frog.” आप pouted as he stood and strode away, but was pleasantly surprised when he returned with your प्रिय tea. Cheeks flushing, आप accepted it and muttered, “Thanks.”
“Anytime, ma belle
Sipping your चाय carefully, your nose crinkled at the slightly harsh taste. Something wasn’t right. आप glanced up at Francis, who was watching आप without any amusement; of course आप were suspicious. Skeptical, आप cynically asked, “Pray tell, आप 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, आप muttered, “Better not have, या I’ll have your head.”
Francis was delighted and his accent grew heavier. “Really? Where will आप have it?”
Spluttering, चाय spewing, आप exclaimed, “Not like that आप pervert! Dear God, won’t आप go elsewhere?” Francis murmured something about God doing as he pleased and आप gulped down the rest of your चाय and irritably clinked it onto the nearest table. “I thought आप had a meeting to attend?”
Francis chuckled, “Yes indeed, Mademoiselle Kirkland,” a प्रिय nickname for you, referring of course to his bushy-browed friend, “but I came back to warn आप that आप should get some rest before tonight.” Suspicion immediately invaded your glare. “Now, I must be off.” Before आप could respond, he seized a lock of your hair and tugged आप into a parting kiss, winking as he pulled away. “Adieu!
“Bye,” आप murmured as he reached the door. For reasons unknown, आप added, “I प्यार you.”
Francis paused at the door, golden locks fanning over his shoulder as he turned to blow आप another kiss, “Je t'aime, ma chèrie; je t'aime.
” And just like that, he was gone and आप were alone again. Sighing, आप closed your book, finding that आप were unable to focus. Stupid Frenchman was always flying in when आप least expected him to.
As आप scooped up your teacup, आप felt suddenly tired and lay back down.
Francis’ dodgy warning played through your mind again. “…you should get some rest before tonight.”
Remaining skeptical, आप 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, आप didn’t get as much sleep as आप used to. But going to sleep now would only disappoint आप when आप awoke; आप 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, आप slammed your eyes shut. आप definitely
needed और sleep. Mind drifting, आप were grateful when sleep claimed you, hoping that your memory would be erased for a couple hours. Dreams eased your former irritation, though आप tossed and turned, subconsciously seeking the warmth that was Francis. How आप had fallen so deeply in प्यार with him, आप really didn’t want to know.
It was hours before आप regained consciousness.
“Mmm,” your eyes meshed as gentle exhales fluttered against your cheek, “kiss me, Francis…”
Warm lips were suddenly against yours and आप groggily opened your eyes only to be smothered द्वारा darkness. Confused, आप pushed at the chest on चोटी, शीर्ष of yours, but were alleviated when आप heard his gentle voice: “Hush, it is only me, ma amour.
” चुंबन आप और passionately as आप calmed, Francis claimed आप with his lips, hands tracing your prone body, hips moving against yours.
When he pulled away, आप reached up to tangle your fingers in his wavy locks.
“I missed you,” Francis smiled, चुंबन you. “Now, आप are ready, oui
“R-ready?” Your eyelids fluttered, entranced द्वारा the Frenchman’s spell. “For what, love?”
“Why, to say yes in my
language,” Francis chuckled, “the language of l’amour
Pursing your lips, आप sat up as Francis removed himself from the सोफ़ा, सोफे and lit a candle. The room smelled heavenly. As आप glanced towards him, आप 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 प्यार reflected in his beautiful pools of blue, he sighed.
Francis met your eyes. “Though I may flirt with far और creatures than I should,” आप grimaced, “and though there are times that I may smother आप to the point where आप lose your adorable temper, I want आप 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 आप belongs only to आप and I want your amour
to be mine and mine alone, so…” He leaned आगे to किस you. “…marry me?”
Choked up, being quite the romantic behind your tough front, आप started to shake.
How could आप stop yourself from crying?
Hand curling as आप rubbed your eyes, आप whimpered, “I l-love you, y-you stupid git. So,” your voice was thick as आप tried to form words in English, but since आप couldn’t, settled for maligning the Frenchman’s language instead, “o-oui
, Francis.” Before आप could wipe the tears from your eyes, Francis was upon आप and चुंबन your lips so feverishly that आप swore you’d never been happier.
“You ‘ave made me so ‘appy!” Even Francis’ words were overwhelmed. “Embrasse-moi, ma amour!
Heeding his request, आप kissed him. Sweeping आप up from the सोफ़ा, सोफे and into his arms, he carried आप up the stairs into the bedroom, never breaking the kiss. Tumbling onto the बिस्तर between sheets and और 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, आप pulled away; आप just had
to make at least one cynical remark.
“So, will we refer to आप या me as Madame Bonnefoy?”
Francis rolled his eyes, chuckling as he shushed आप accordingly with a kiss. “I’m about to prove that the male one here is moi, Madame
.” आप laughed into the kiss, knowing full-well that this was exactly what आप wanted. Hey, for a Frog, he really wasn’t that bad—but आप kept that टिप्पणी दे to yourself.