Throughout the rest of that day, You and Francis just talked and laughed. You both enjoyed eachothers company a lot. You smiled at him as a question popped into your mind. "Francis?" "Oui?",he responded. "When I was wearing that Eiffel Tower shirt why did you laugh?" The question struck him mildly and he patted your head. "Ah mon cher, we'll save that for later.."
You frowned at him, curious, and a little confused then you remembered something. He claimed right after seeing your shirt that he was France. You didn't really believe him at first, but, if he was France then the Eiffel Tower was his... You froze for a minute and left him to go find your shirt, leaving him confused.
"Mon cher, where are you going?" You continued rummaging through the drawers until you found it. You then took it with you to your previous spot next to Francis and stared at it, trying to see if what you thought was true. Your thoughts were confirmed when you turned to see a clearly uncomfortable France.
You smirked softly at the sight of him looking so...aroused? You looked at him with concern, pretending to be innocent. "Are you alright, Francis?" He nodded slowly. You shrugged and grabbed the shirt then started to stand up to put it back until he grabbed your wrist. You turned back to look at him and felt his lips on yours, kissing you passionately.
You blushed, slightly taken aback from his actions but soon enough kissed back. He then, to your surprise, pulled away from the kiss and smirked. "You figured it out and did that just to get me like this. Didn't you?" You nodded hesitantly, panting softly from the kiss.
He smiled and continued kissing you passionately while pushing you down, against the couch. You whimpered softly and closed your eyes, continuing to kiss back. Suddenly there was a knocking, making you both stop your actions. Francis sighed and got up to let you answer the door. As you walked to the door you tried to steady your heartbeat. You opened the door and saw a young child selling cookies. You bought a few for you and Francis and smiled at her before closing the door and setting the boxes on the counter.
You sighed and returned to Francis to find him sleeping then smiled and kissed his forehead, putting a blanket on him. Goodnight mon amour~
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Une café s'il vous plaît (France x Reader)
FanfictionYou take a short trip to France to explore the beautiful scenery of the country While you're there, you end up going to a coffee shop in Paris and meeting someone special by the name of Francis Bonnefoy
