France X Reader (The confession~)

Exchange

When the doorbell rung, you jerked upwards and darted over to the door, smoothing your hair down as you walked. You opened the door and plastered on your sexiest smile, standing just so in an entincing smile. Francis' aquamarine eyes widened slightly as he saw you. "What's the occasion?" He purred, slipping into the apartment and closing the door behind you.

You giggled a little and clicked the lock into place as he set the bag he'd brought with him on the counter. His eyes swept over the lavish dinner table settings, and a smile pulled at his lips. "Oh, nothing." You replied, going through the bag and picking out a movie that interested you.

"You look very nice tonight, beau." He called, making himself at home as per usual in the kitchen and beginning to cook a meal.

"Thanks, Francis." You said, popping the DVD into the player and turning the TV off so everything was set up for later. "You look pretty handsome yourself." You teased, telling the truth.

He chuckled softly and smirked. "Why thank you, mon amour~" 

You giggled again, trying to be as alluring as possible. Soon, dinner was prepared, and you both served yourself. When you were both settled down and eating, France spoke up. "So, [Name], why don't you tell me why you're really doing this?" 

"Doing what?" You asked, feigning innocence and batting your eyelashes at him.

He snorted and sipped from the wine he'd brought with him. "You hardly ever brush your hair when I come over, let alone get all dressed up." He replied matter-of-factly. 

You nibbled slightly on your bottom lip and, hoping to tease him, leaned forward to accentuate your cleavage, which the dress showed an ample amount of. "So?" You drawled, rolling the Os out.

He raised both eyebrows and pointedly looked you up and down. "Mon cher..." He sighed softly. "Are you trying to seduce me?"

"N-No!" You shouted, blushing heavily. 

Well, shit. Your plan wasn't working after all. And the effort you'd used, too...

He smirked, finishing off his wine and dinner. You hesitantly did the same, watching him through beneath your eyelashes. When you'd helped him clean up the dishes, he sat you on the couch and faced you, taking both of your hands in one of his own. 

"[Name], do not get me wrong. I'm flattered. But up until now...I'd never known that you liked me more than as a friend." He slowly began. "How long have you liked me?"

"Like...think you're sexy?" You started awkwardly. "Um...a few months now, actually." 

His smile brightened. "Really?"

You nodded simply, afraid to meet his gaze. "Well...you'll be pleased to hear that my feelings are reciprocated." He murmured.

Your head whipped up, and you stared at him in shock. "What?"

He leaned in close and whispered, "Je'taime, [Name]." 

Your eyes fluttered closed and you felt a rush of heat in your stomach. "I love you too, Francis." You breathed.

His smile turned seductive suddenly, and he leaned just a tiny bit closer, hot breath wafting across your earlobe. "Would you like to watch the movie now or do something...else?" 

You shuddered and subconciously rubbed your thighs together to relieve the ache between them. "Whichever you want..." You said, swallowing nervously.