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]

"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.

[ladyliberty]

"Or maybe that's exactly what I want."

Amelia delights in the little touches as he's posing her, occasionally letting an arm drop or her back slouch, just to give him more excuses to touch her.

[inthefrenchstyle]

Francis catches on quickly,scolding her as he corrects her. He moves behind her to fix her posture and taking the chance to kiss the back of her neck. "Quite the little temptress~"

Soon though, he seems pleased and he moves around to face her again. "There. Perfect."

[ladyliberty]

Amelia does her best to hold her pose. "Oh Francis, paint me like one of your French girls."

[inthefrenchstyle]

Francis freezes at her words just as he sits down, and his carefully composed attractive expression cracks into one of genuine amusement. He laughs happily, definitely recognizing this particular joke.

"I should kiss you for that, mon ange, but it'd smudge your lipstick."

[ladyliberty]

"Wouldn't that be just perfect for an angel of temptation?"

[inthefrenchstyle]

Francis pauses as he wets his brush, then he grins and crosses back to her.

"With that cocky tilt to your chin you'd have never made a good innocent angel anyways," he says before taking her chin in hand and giving her a firm kiss on the mouth. She seems very invested in getting one after all, and Francis never says no to a pretty lady wanting a thing like that."

[ladyliberty]

Oh. Oh, but he was a really good kisser. Yes, Amelia thought, she had made a very good decision following him home. She let her lips linger against his for a good long moment, flushed and slightly breathless when she pulled away.

"I told you so."

[inthefrenchstyle]

Francis raises a hand to cup her cheek as she pulls back, finger sliding smudge the lipstick just the slightest bit more.

"I admit defeat this time," he says against her mouth. "But only because I'd like to kiss you again soon.~"

[ladyliberty]

Amelia winks at him as she sits back up, trying to remember how he had her positioned. He has her wings half-open, which does make for a more interesting composition, she supposes-- angels in paintings always have their wings open. But then, angels probably don't have muscles like regular people. It's a little uncomfortable to hold them up like that for very long.

[inthefrenchstyle]

Francis seems pleased with how she's fixed her position back, and he moves to sit back down and start working. "That's very good," he says. "If you could hold that posture please."

Even though he realizes it's hard, he's worked with many very skilled models before, and so far he thinks she's quite capable.

[ladyliberty]

She tries, really. She does her best. But the more she tries to focus on staying still, the more she realizes she has seventeen million itches that need to be scratched.

[inthefrenchstyle]

Francis thinks it's cute at first- a little twitch here, a squirm there. He can deal with that. Honestly that's to be expected, and he continues to to concentrate on his painting.

"Sit up a bit straighter, dear Amélie, you're starting to sag."

And so the scolding begins.

[ladyliberty]

"Right, my b, okay." Amelia straightens her back, stretching out her wings before returning them to their position. "Okay, I'm good."

[inthefrenchstyle]

"Merci, mon ange," he says. Perhaps he could get an hour out of her before she had to take a break... After that well, he could turn his mind toward more... fun things.

[ladyliberty]

An hour? Jeezus, that's even longer than a class period. It isn't long before Amelia starts sagging again, fidgeting in her chair, absently scratching her head and shaking out her wings.

"What is an onj, anyway?" she asks idly.

[inthefrenchstyle]

Francis tries to ignore it for a while but it becomes rather impossible when she starts shaking out her wings.

"It means angel," he says a tad testily. "Now please try to hold still. It's difficult to paint a moving target."

[ladyliberty]

"I had a cramp," Amelia apologizes, trying to approximate her pose again. "I'm good now I swear."

[inthefrenchstyle]

"Thank you," he says back, returning to painting again. With how much she fidgets, he's wondering if he can at least get a half hour out of her.