Clone A-03.02 (Francis x male!reader)

Chapter 5 - German Nicknames

In the morning, Francis was the first to wake, stirring calmly with an occasional groan from ongoing sleepiness.

When he shifts, you do too, causing you to stir awake too. "Morning, mein könig." he says, pulling you closer against his body. Remembering that he was only wearing boxers, you stir and sit up, rubbing the tired from your eyes.

"Morning to you too, sleepyhead." you respond, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks from his flirty nickname. "Are you only going to call me German nicknames?"

"And if I do? What will you do about it, pretty boy?" Francis smiles, leaning up to sit beside you calmly. "Did you sleep well last night?"

"Fortunately, I did. You murmur in your sleep." you tease lightly, smiling at him after giving him a light tap on his nose.

"And you purr in yours... Not much a difference, now is there?" he teases back, clearly enjoying the way your cheeks light up with happiness and embarrassment.

"Not really, but did you sleep well? Did you dream of me?" you question, smirking gently before turning your attention to the busy morning street outside.

"Mmm... Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. Only I am to know that information. Did you dream of me?"

"Only I am to know that information," you mock lightly. "And besides, I don't even remember what I dreamt about half the time."

"Fair point." Francis laughs.

"Yknow, your laugh is cute, mi amor." you tease, your hand reaching over to rub over the top of his.

"Oh, so you're calling me Spanish nicknames now?" he chuckles, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

"Yeah, I am. It's payback... Revenge, perhaps." you answer, smirking at Francis coyly.

"Alright, kleine maus... Simmer down." he teases, placing a hand softly against your thigh, rubbing the exposed skin with a gentle grip around it. "Hmm... Hope you don't mind a bit of provocation..." he purred, squeezing your thigh in his palm, his hand sliding slowly to your inner thigh, closer to your knee rather than your pelvic area.

"I don't mind it, no." you smile, your breath catching in your throat at the squeezing.

"You're rather responsive, aren't you?" he teased, his hand sliding up on your inner thigh just slightly. "Mmm..." he purrs, "Do you like my touch? Is it overwhelming you?"

"I like it." you respond quickly, not giving your mind even a second to think of a logical response. "It's nice."

"Good boy. Glad you like it, mein könig.."

The nickname causes you to apiral into an embarrassed mess, your cheeks burning bright red. 'His king...' you think to yourself, a grind stretching from ear to ear.

"You seem embarrassed..." Francis teased, pulling you closer to himself into a small but tight embrace. "Don't be embarrassed, kleine maus... I do love your stuttering, though... It's adorable."

"You're adorable." you say suddenly "Oh-"

"Ehe," Francis chuckles lightly, "Adorable? Me? Cute nickname for me, pretty boy."

You cuddle up to him with a smile, laying your head in his chest, listening to the calm beating of his heart.

Eventually, you fall back asleep in his arms, meaning you would miss today's work shift..