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]

"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."

[inthefrenchstyle]

Francis shivers at the breath on his ear. "I would actually," he says. Well this seemed as good an invite as any and he wraps an arm around her waist to pull her close.

[ladyliberty]

She doesn't wait for him to make the next move as she kisses him again, raising one leg against his side as she leans into him. This is much more fun than sitting still.

[inthefrenchstyle]

Though he's surprised by how forward she is, he's not in the least complaining. He moves to grip her thigh, and he turns to press her against the counter as he tries to deepen the kiss.

[ladyliberty]

She opens her wings to get them out of the way as she leans back against the counter, folding them forward instead, around and behind Francis' back and enclosing the two of them like a canopy. Her hands are even more eager, now cupping his face, now touching his chest, teasing out the shapes of his muscles.

[inthefrenchstyle]

Francis startles just a little at being enveloped, and he has to pull back from the kiss to blink. A slow smile spreads on his lips as she touches his face and chest.

"Wanting a bit more privacy?" he teases, but his lips are at her jaw, kissing down toward her neck.

[ladyliberty]

Hardly. Amelia enjoyed being flashy and inappropriately demonstrative; what she didn't like was having her wings crushed against the counter, and people never seemed to take that into consideration.

But she wasn't going to say that.

Instead she just smiled, turning her head to expose her neck for more of those kisses.

[inthefrenchstyle]

Francis takes the invitation to her neck. His kisses turn wet then, open-mouthed, as he decides whether or not she'd mind a hickey. He nips at her skin to see how she'll react.

His hands wander, one of them coming up to feel where wing meets back, but the other slips down, groping her bottom.

Well, she hadn't seemed to mind him before forward so far, so he figured he could press his luck.

[ladyliberty]

"Oooh!" Amelia pulled away for just a second to give him a saucy grin. "You don't waste time, do you?"

[inthefrenchstyle]

He gives her a teasing grin back. "You didn't seem to have any objections." His hands are on her hips now and he lifts her up to sit her on his counter. "Would you rather I take my time?"

[ladyliberty]

She takes the opportunity to wrap her legs around his waist and pull him in closer. "I'm not complaining."

[inthefrenchstyle]

He settles in between her thighs, and he kisses at her lips, lingering just so. "Good," he says softly, lips at her jaw again. "So I can keep going?" He slides her flowing angelic dress up her thighs.

[ladyliberty]

She drapes her arms behind his shoulders, folding her wings back behind her back and resting her forehead against his. "Please do."

[inthefrenchstyle]

His expression softens just a bit as she presses her forehead against his- this girl was so sassy but so cute at once. He leans in, brushing their lips together. This time, he goes a bit slower, fingers gently tracing up her sides.

[ladyliberty]

She runs her hands down his back, appreciating the lithe lines of his body. She deepens the kiss, turning her head and parting her lips with the softest of moans.

[inthefrenchstyle]

He smiles, just a bit, as she tilts her head to deepen the kiss, and he slips his tongue into her mouth to taste her. He slides his fingers into her hair, cradling the back of her head, and he wonders if he can get her to make that sound again.

Too cute!

[ladyliberty]

She's only too happy to oblige, somewhat louder this time. Her hands wandered up to twine in his hair as well, mirroring his actions. Oh God, it was so soft. She would have to remember to ask him what conditioner he uses later.

[inthefrenchstyle]

Francis echoes her moan with one of his own when her fingers slide into his hair. His other arm tightens around her waist, and he catches her bottom lip with his teeth, sucking gently at it before sealing their lips together again.

[ladyliberty]

Amelia was very vocal, humming delightedly when she heard Francis' moan, letting out a soft gasp when he nibbled her lip. She cupped the back of his head in her hands, soft strands spilling through her fingers, holding him close against her.

[inthefrenchstyle]

Francis loves partners who are vocal, and he slides his free hand slowly up along her back. He finds where her wings meet her human skin and he then starts to feel along her wings, fingers moving through her feathers curiously.

[ladyliberty]

"Mmm... careful. Don't bend them backwards." But Amelia does love the attention, loves when people see her as a marvel instead of a freak. She appreciates those who can appreciate her.

[inthefrenchstyle]

At her words, he pulls back enough to look into her eyes. He cups her cheek with one hand as the other comes around to the front of her wings to stroke carefully through the feathers.

"How does this feel...?" he asks softly, genuinely curiously. From here it felt nice- her wings are clearly well cared for- but for her... he can't even imagine. Ticklish, maybe?

[ladyliberty]

"A little tickly," she admits, smiling. "Like goosebumps."

[inthefrenchstyle]

"Oh? I see," he says, voice still soft. "Well they're beautiful." He almost wishes he could keep a feather, though he knows they aren't nearly well acquainted enough to ask such a thing. It'd be like asking for a lock of hair- much to intimate.

He leans in again, letting his lips linger on her jaw just below her ear. "Tu es belle, mon chou. Très belle."