Late For French - (Fransykes)

Chapter 29

A/N: The image above is the view from Josh's hotel room :3 Sorry for the wait on this my lovelies but enjoy. Bon voyage! 💕

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Josh's POV

The night was lightening, the early hours of dawn was creeping upon the darkness of Paris. The moon no longer leaving a trail of glowy mist through the gap in the curtains that brighten up the room during the night. I've been up for awhile now, my eyes already adjusted to the change of scenery allowing my gaze to absentmindedly fall on to a sleeping figure beside me.

I feel the corners of my mouth tug into a faint smile as I turn on my side and watch my diamond in the rough sleep soundly. His light breathing and soft snores were like a gentle lullaby to my ears during this moment of purity. I can't remember a time I felt so relax and content.

Oliver was lying on his stomach, his face facing away from me and his arms tucked up under the pillow. His pale complexion was on display for me to admire, his bare back exposed which made my eyes wonder down his porcelain beauty to where the sheets were gathered up around his hips.

Last night was really something extraordinary. I didn't expect us to take things further than we did. I knew coming to Paris Oliver wasn't going to behave himself and I thought I was prepared for it, but clearly I couldn't resist what this disobedient kid threw at me. I sigh tiredly at how hopelessly foolish I'm becoming around him. It's dangerous almost but I can't seem to control myself.

I haven't been able to catch much sleep throughout the night because my mind wouldn't shut off. Last night's activity kept going around and around in my head like horses on a carousel and the ride just wouldn't stop like it's supposed to.

I didn't plan for it to happen the way it did. Yes, I would be lying if I said I haven't thought about having sex with Oliver. I have on many occasions but restrained myself from pursuing it further because I wanted to wait for Oliver's sake. He makes out he's capable of doing anything but I know deep down it's just a facade. Although he constantly has his flirtatious charm going on about him and is always trying to get into my pants, I knew he just wasn't ready for me. And the last thing I wanted to do was to ignore my better judgement and go through with something I knew would physically and mentally hurt him. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if something happened to him in my care.

Last night he was more persistent than usual, especially showing up on my door step in those ridiculous pair of silky pants which he knew would have an effect on me. In the end I lost the battle and finally, shamefully, gave in to him and both our desirable needs. It's not to say I didn't enjoy myself. I did, probably more than I should have and all thoughts of wanting to wait for us to do this flew out the window.

Originally, being our first time together I wanted to ruin him. Rip through his walls and fuck him into oblivion until he was screaming my name and begging me he couldn't take anymore. I wanted to mark my dominance on him, teach him who was boss and I say when he gets to have me, but last night took an unexpected turn... He didn't ask me to fuck him, like I thought he would. He asked me to make love to him. Four unexpected words I didn't expect to come out of his mouth and they changed everything.

I don't really know how but something just changed inside of me when he spoke those words and seeing the trust he put into me by asking me to be gentle with him, just, did it for me. An overwhelming feeling exploded inside of me in that moment and I melted like butter in his hand. That feeling wasn't lust, no, it was something way more intense than that but I didn't want to think about what it was. I pushed it to the very back of my head and focus on making love to my boyfriend.