For Tina

[ladyliberty]

Amelia liked Starbucks. The smell, the taste, the sights-- she could almost always walk into a given Starbucks and, within half an hour, find a cute boy to buy her a frappucino. And the type of boy tended to be much less skeezy than the ones you'd find at bars that she couldn't get into anyway.

Today she sat nibbling on a biscotti, wings tucked carefully behind her back, glancing up whenever she beat her level of Candy Crush to scope out the prospectives.

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[inthefrenchstyle]

"Oh? You really think so?" he says teassingly, touching her hand. "I thought you just wanted another reason to come see me~" He takes a turn, and he motions toward a building a bit further down the street.

[ladyliberty]

"Well, of course, there's that too." Bullet successfully dodged again, she happily follows him down the road, leaning into his arm. "Do you have any roommates we'll have to worry about?"

[inthefrenchstyle]

"Oh don't worry about that, mon ange," he says back. "It'll just be us." He'd had roommates before but... he had a very specific way he wanted his living space and having roommates ruined it. "We'll have our private time." He pecks the top of her head as she leans against him and opens the door to his building for her.

[ladyliberty]

Amelia lets out a little gasp as he opens the door, goggling at the interior of Francis' apartment. It looked... exactly like one would imagine a French art student's apartment to look. She was enthralled.

"Your place is so nice!"

[inthefrenchstyle]

Francis looks around and hums- neatly arranged, stylishly decorated, the scent of roses. Just perfect. "Thank you," he says back. He leads her in, gesturing to a couch. "I'll get you a drink. What would you like?" He sets his bag down on a short table and moves toward a kitchen area.

[ladyliberty]

"One sec." Amelia noisily slurps down the remainder of her frappuccino. "What've you got?"

[inthefrenchstyle]

Francis hums. "I have several varieties of tea, coffee, and peach juice. Maybe some apple?" He opens the fridge and pokes around a bit. "Yes, apple as well."

After a moment he turns to smile. "Bit to early in the day to offer you wine."

[ladyliberty]

So she probably wasn't going to be able to get away with asking for a rum and coke, either.

"Peach juice? How about peach juice."

[inthefrenchstyle]

Honestly, if she'd asked, he'd still probably have given her alcohol, but for now, he goes and pours her some juice. When he comes back over to her, his eyes are a bit more distance and he's clearly in thought now.

"Make yourself comfortable. I'm going to figure out just where to position you for your painting~" He pecks her cheek in a distracted sort of way and starts to look around.

[ladyliberty]

She smiles at the kiss and turns to watch him as he looks about the room. "So should I like start getting undressed or what?"

[inthefrenchstyle]

Francis freezes and turns to give her a suggestive sort of smile. "Oh, yes of course. I'm always pleased when women are so comfortable taking their clothes off with me."

He moves to one corner, a partition set up, and behind it, there are several racks of clothes. He picks one and pulls it out. "Here are my dresses, mon ange. Take your pick. Don't worry about size. If it's too large, I'll pin it before we start."

[ladyliberty]

Amelia lets her top slip off her shoulders a bit as she paws through the rack, looking for anything flowy and open-backed that won't give her too much trouble.

[inthefrenchstyle]

"When you're dressed, mon ange, come up to the loft~" Francis calls from somewhere overhead. He'll give her time to change in peace while he gets a little area set up.

[ladyliberty]

Oh, so he is a gentleman after all. Too bad.

Amelia eventually finds a dress that she thinks will suit-- it's not something she would ever wear by choice, much too long and chiffon-y-- but it was backless, so it would have to do.

And it's probably for the best that Francis left her alone to change, because wriggling her way into things is never exactly a pretty picture. But she manages, and, after brushing the dress down for any stray feather fluff, she takes off for the loft.

[inthefrenchstyle]

Isn't exactly prepared for her flying in his apartment and he startles, dropping his paint brushes. He moves to watch her land on the loft, eyes wide. Somewhere below, his bird Pierre squawks in his cage at the flight. It takes him a moment to recover, and he remembers to be suave again.

"Oh mon ange, you are magnificent." He stretches out his hand to her. "Come here and let me see you better."

... well he says that but he is certainly admiring her from where he is.

[ladyliberty]

She's about to mention the bird, and how he never mentioned he had one, and she'd like to meet it, but she stopped herself. There were more important things to focus on, like maintaining her air of exotic sexiness. Still, she elects not to attempt flying across the room-- it had been a fairly straight shot up to the loft, but the space itself was a bit more cluttered, and her wings always seemed to take up more room than she thought they would. So she folds them coquettishly, making a bit of a show of it as she crosses the room. She climbs up onto the stool Francis has set up, leaning towards him and lowering her eyelashes.

"So, how was that? Feeling inspired?"

[inthefrenchstyle]

Francis smiles slowly as she gets closer, eyes lighting up with mischief at the slow seductive way that she approaches him.

"Oh, very inspired actually," he replies, leaning in close and just barely kissing the edge of her mouth. "Will the lady let me do a bit of make up?"

[ladyliberty]

"Hmm? Is mine not good enough?"

[inthefrenchstyle]

"No no, that's not it. I merely want to add a bit to maximize your lovely features in this light. Namely, your eyes and your lips~"

He runs his thumb over her lip to emphasize his point.

[ladyliberty]

"Mm, well, I guess I can't say no to that."

[inthefrenchstyle]

"Well good~" He moves to study her face close, and he chooses makeup to bring out the color of her eyes and make her lips seem fuller, more pink.

"Do you like this?" he asks- he wanted the girl to like the finished product too.

[ladyliberty]

"Awesome color choices."

[inthefrenchstyle]

"Now let's find you a pose, shall we?" He hovers his hands over her shoulders, fingers just barely touching. "May I?"

[ladyliberty]

"Oh, be my guest."

[inthefrenchstyle]

He can't help but think naughty things at such an invitation. "You better be careful of what you allow me to do~"

The posing, therefore, takes a bit longer than necessary. Francis carefully arranging her shoulders and arms and wings. All of his touches are lingering and gentle, fingers trailing over her skin more than strictly necessary.