Let's Fall In Love

(France x Reader)

 
Think nothing of this, just a relax of the fingers is all, I’ve been sick all week and needed to write something before becoming rather rusty c:. Just a bit of free writing. I suggest listening to a bit of Ella Fitzgerald while reading this, it will make this story magical.

 

Here’s the song, seriously, it makes a difference: www.youtube.com/watch?v=mshV7u…

‘These foolish things’ by Ella Fitzgerald

 

Please enjoy.

 

Fluff filled.

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These foolish things that you do.

 

 

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“Please?”

 

“Don’t open them yet.” I sighed and brushed a few free strands of hair out of my painted face. “Hang on, I want this to be perfect.” I couldn’t help but smile at the Frenchmen, his velvet voice filled with desire caused my naked arms to shiver in excitement.

 

“Can I?” I moved my fingers to the felt red cloth ribbon tied around my eyes, I heard a swift click at my left side signaling some type of automobile was besides me.

 

“Now.” I felt two strong, yet soft hands wrap themselves around my face before tenderly removing the ribbon from my blind eyes. I blinked once, and then twice allowing my sights to become adjusted to what befell around me. I took in the bright candles that surrounded my dear love and I; they blinked in the wind.  

 

“What is this….” I sighed slowly allowing the candlelight and moonlight to engulf me.

 

“Mon chére, this is for you of course.” I felt two arms wrap themselves around my waist as a delicate peck made its way to my face. Francis was so endearing, I loved it.

“But why?” I questioned still not believing what was in front of me. The man chuckled his odd chuckle before twisting my dainty form about for a few moments, in unadulterated pleasure.

 

“The question is, why not?” I allowed my raspberry lips to uplift in a wide grin, he was right, the question was why not? I played along and allowed limbs to tangle and intertwine with his; my heels clicking softly as we turned and swiveled from side to side in a slow shimmy. I felt his hands grope their way up my thighs and up to my stomach to get a better grasp at me; I felt as though he’d molded himself to me as if we belonged like this.

 

“That is a good question, lets leave that one for the gizzards?” I giggled as my eyes began to glisten over in pure bliss, this was magical; to spend a night with the man of my dreams that is. I rolled my neck over to my shoulder as Francis nuzzled his face into my shoulder blade, no doubt to kiss my collarbone. That was like him, to become as intimate without making me uncomfortable, but as of late I welcomed his oddly placed kisses and love bites. They were wonderful after all.

 

“Before we get a bit carried away, I suggest I show you what I have planned?” I smiled and untangled myself from him before staring up to his brightly lit cornflower eyes as they stared back to my own (e/c) eyes with nostalgia.

“The day we first met?” I paused and awaited for his quick response, we’d played this game time and time again. He gazed up to the sky before letting out an airy laugh.

 

“I promised you.”

 

“That you’d show me the best night of my life.”

 

“I still have yet to do such?”

 

“Of course you have time and time again.”

 

“But this time, I’d top the other times, look to your left.” I smiled and turned my form to meet with an old 1950’s buggy. So very Francis like, a pale red, the color of love. I moved my hands up to his and interlaced them together.

 

“Shall we?” I questioned, he nodded slowly as if still debating weather or not to take me on a joyride.

 

“Ou’est-ce que je ferais sans toi?” I shook my head before shrugging, the shoulder piece of my lilac empire dress shifting slightly, I was sure the perverted Frenchmen caught it but he decided to take no notice. His gaze met with my shoulder quickly before looking back into my eyes, he bowed.  “Lead the way.” 

 

I grinned rather childishly before jumping into the roofless buggy, I giggled loudly to his surprised look, dramatic and exaggerated he too jumped into the old bug as it ricked and rocked by our combined weight. “Is this going to hold up?” I chuckled and wisped a few curls from my face as Francis started the car up slowly it grumbled to life. Perhaps a few couples before us had indulged in such a midnight ride? Perhaps through Paris, Berlin, Rome? Who could tell? We’d just be a drop in the bucket but I was sure, this night was going to be special.

 

We’d sped passed many small cafes running on midnight money and costumers, the gentle gossip and soft love music that played from the establishments was nothing to the lovely small talk my dear love and I were having as we cruised passed. A mixture of French and English creating a melody from the heavens. I let a small smile sit upon my face in heartwarming acknowledgment to the foreign words that slid from his pink tongue. His pale blond hair at his shoulders, silky and with a faint scent of rose, his lips soft and pink, his tongue constantly rolling over them in a feverish need for more conversation. I could barely understand his accent covered words, perhaps it was because of the rushing wind that softly kissed and nipped at my upper body or perhaps it was the way his body language captivated my gaze, either way, I knew I’d fallen for this man and his romantic ways.

 

 

“—Beau?” I shook away the deviant thoughts from my mind and bobbled my head slowly in acknowledgement. “Were you listening?” I shook my head absentmindedly.

 

“I’m sorry….I got lost.” He simply smiled in response.

 

“I see….I wanted to know if—“

 

“I’ll do anything if it is with you Francis.” He snickered before holding his abnormally small hands up in pause. “I’m serious.” Francis stopped his chuckling before stopping the car as well, we were at a pier at the edge of town, not a living soul in sight.

 

“Francis…?” I questioned, the man only gazed out to the pale blue sea as the high tides crashed up against the sandy reefs. He blinked a few times before turning to me, a look of complete infatuation could be seen in his cornflower eyes, relaxing and rather yearning. “What is it…?” I felt my breath become taken away as he moved his hands onto the jaw of my face, tenderly.

 

“Let’s do it.” I stared at him for a few moments, trying to fully grasp what he was asking me. What was he asking me?

 

“Do what?” He smiled, warming my heart up immediately.

 

“Fall in love of course.” It grew silent as I tried to hold in my giggles, his eyes looked feverishly across my face for some type of answer. “(F/n)?” I couldn’t help myself, I let out the bubbles as they flew through my mouth like music. I quickly pushed my forehead up against his own, surprising the lover with my boldness before capturing his lips onto mine in a tender filled kiss. The intimacy of the kiss growing in ferocity as we continued on, unable to suck in any air our faces began to grow red, but we didn’t care. I gasped for a few breaths before going back in, Passion burned within the kiss, desire, want, need. Our eyes were closed, both of us savoring the moment. His arms wrapped around my waist and my fingers intertwined with his. After a few more heated moments we disconnected, we continued to gaze into each others eyes before I finally spoke up, my answer ever so evident after the kiss but still, the man deserves answers.

 

“Do you even have to ask Francis?” I watched as his face began to grow red with pure excitement before our laughs filled the midnight air, making it up to the heavens just as our love would in the further future of forevermore.

 

“Tu es la femme de mes rêves.”

  

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