Upon entering Francis' bedroom, you're immediately left awestruck. He smiles when he sees your eyes sparkle.
"This is amazing... And a kind sized bed?" you exclaim, looking up at the other man with a big grin.
"At least we would get our own sides of the bed... If you don't like being close to someone else in bed." Francis offers, shrugging his shoulders.
He walks to his closet, unbuttoning his white shirt and taking off his jet black tie. His brown hair comes undone from its seemingly stuck position, some strands falling in front of his face.
"You look hot- wait." you catch yourself, plopping down on the bed.
"I look what?" he prods, smirking back at you as he also removes his slacks to change into something much more comfortable.
"Y-you.." you stammer, causing your cheeks to easily burn red.
"Hm... You seem nervous." he nears the bed, leaning over you in nothing but his boxers. "I believe can help with that."
You cower back a bit, as if being held down when he hadn't yet touched you. "Help? No, nonono," you say quickly.
"Aw... No?" Francis pouts. "Why not?"
"Just- it- I-" you stutter, causing him to let out a light laugh. Francis leans his head into the crook of your neck, whispering something in your ear.
"Shh... Kleine maus...Relax."
'What did he just call me?' you think to yourself, still cowering from Francis' closness.
"What dis you call me? 'Kleine maus'? What does that even mean?" you ask quietly, gaze avoiding Francis' thick, tired ones.
"Kleine maus is German for 'Little mouse'." he explains simply, smiling down at you as his neck burrys itself into the side of your neck. "Technically, some would say that I was flirting with you..."
You blush, chuckling nervously.
"Oh, so you liked that?" he teases, placing his hands on either sides of your thighs, keeping you from moving.
"Yeah," you murmur quietly, leaning into the touch hes placed around you. "I guess I did."
"Good, I'm glad.." Francis smiles, leaning closer to you and wrapping his arms around your spine to support your body. "Are you getting tired, yet?" he asks softly.
"A bit..." you say, yawning.
"Well, let's get to sleep then." he says, laying down with you, cuddling you into a gentle spooning position with you as the little spoon and him as the big spoon.
"Goodnight, Y/n. Get a good rest. You have work tomorrow.."
Then the both of you fell asleep as easy as ever and it seemed that his presence really helped you sleep better.
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Clone A-03.02 (Francis x male!reader)
FanfictionIt is winter, 1955. You are a doorman for an apartment complex, working to keep dopplegängers or "clones" from entering and killing everyone in the building including you. One of these residents is a simple man that sells milk around town named Fran...