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.

Comments

[ladyliberty]

Amelia eagerly jumps down from the stool, stretching down to touch her calves and spreading her wings as much as she can without banging into anything. After a moment she pops up again and approaches the easel.

"Can I see?"

[inthefrenchstyle]

Watches her, amused but also admiring her body.

He moves to intercept her as she approaches. He was afraid she'd be discouraged if she saw how much he had done- it likely wasn't nearly enough to impress her or convince her to sit for him again. "No, no," he says. "Not until it's ready!"

[ladyliberty]

"Awwww..." she pouts. "So mean."

[inthefrenchstyle]

Leans in to give her a gentle peck on her lips.

"Not mean~ I just want you to see it when it's perfect. A drink then?" He offers her his arm.

[ladyliberty]

Amelia hums, crinkling the corners of her nose as he kisses her. "You certainly know how to be persuasive."

[inthefrenchstyle]

"Well I certainly do my best to be dashing," he says. He takes her by the hand do try and lead her down the stairs.

[ladyliberty]

She allows herself to be led, following lightly after him. "Oh, you do a great job."

[inthefrenchstyle]

"Glad to hear it." He brings her down to the kitchen. "Now then, would you like macarons?"

[ladyliberty]

"Oooh!" Amelia claps her hands together excitedly. "Those little cookie burgers?"

[inthefrenchstyle]

Francis freezes. Cookie burgers....?

H-how utterly undigified! Macarons are nothing like that!!

"They aren't anything like burgers!" he protests. "They're not meat or bread and they don't even look like burgers!"

[ladyliberty]

"No they do!" Amelia holds up her hands as if gesturing with an invisible macaron. "They've got two little buns and then the icing-patty in between."

[inthefrenchstyle]

"....Icing patty...??" He shakes his head. "Non, non, non, you are mistaken. Pattys are... ground up flesh, nothing like the sweet sugar insides of a macaron."

Still, he takes out the macarons and puts them in front of her.

[ladyliberty]

"You're not some kind of vegan, are you?"

[inthefrenchstyle]

"No! My point is simply that the two images are incredibly different!!"

He picks up a macaron and pushes it against her lips- Food distraction!

[ladyliberty]

Well good, she was worried there for a second. But he does know how to shut her up. She opens her mouth to accept the offering, making sure to lick at his fingers a bit as she does.

[inthefrenchstyle]

There, much better. He does arch a brow and puts a hand on her hip at how she licks him.

"Is it good?" he says, tone suggestive.

[ladyliberty]

"Mhm," Amelia grins, looking up at him through lowered eyelashes. And then, because she just can't resist, "Almost as good as burgers."

[inthefrenchstyle]

Is about to hit on her again at that flirtatious look, but then she speaks.

"How... how could you think burgers were better than macarons?? Especially homemade macarons?!"

[ladyliberty]

Amelia bursts out laughing. "The look on your face is so priceless!"

[inthefrenchstyle]

Francis flushes at her teasing him and he grabs her, tickling her sides.

"Such a rude angel!"

[ladyliberty]

Amelia shrieks with laughter and squirms in. His grip. "I never said I was an angel."

[inthefrenchstyle]

He stops after a moment- now that the teasing was no longer focused on him- and he goes for valiant again, taking her hand and kissing it.

"How can you blame me for thinking it? You're as lovely as one!"

[ladyliberty]

"Maybe so," Amelia smiles. "But looks can be deceiving."

[inthefrenchstyle]

"Then, what would you describe yourself as~?" He's honestly rather curious.

[ladyliberty]

She leans in close until she's murmuring against Francis' ear. "Wouldn't you like to find out."