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]

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."

[ladyliberty]

"Ohhh..." That voice, those words, his breath against her ear, Amelia practically melts. She doesn't know a whole lot of French, but that... she can get the gist. "Merci."

[inthefrenchstyle]

Francis smiles at the reaction- he loved how women reacted to French when he spoke it that way. He leaves a kiss there at her jaw and nuzzles as he moves back to peck her lips.

[ladyliberty]

"Mmmmn," Amelia murmurs, nuzzling her cheek against his face. "Tell me more."

[inthefrenchstyle]

At her words, he moves in next to her ear again. He starts to speak to her in French, but he knows she won't understand it anyways... So he picks an appropriate French love song and whispers the words into her ear as he traces her body with his fingertips.

That worked just as well, right?

[ladyliberty]

"God," Amelia sighed, leaning back on her hands to let Francis' fingers roam freely. One of her feet slides slowly up the outside of his thigh. "That's so hot."

[inthefrenchstyle]

He moves closer as her foot slides up his leg and his hands reach the hem of her shirt. His fingers just barely skim along the curve of her breasts then move down her stomach, before his he rests his hands on her hips. His words taper off into kisses along her neck, spacing out lyrics between kisses.

[ladyliberty]

Amelia reaches one hand out to curl in Francis' hair, making little sounds of pleasure when he touched her breasts and hips. The dress is so flowy, looser and airier than most of her own clothing. Since she'd already taken off her bra so to not ruin the lines of the dress, it feels like her boobs could escape at any minute. She leans forward and puffs out her chest a bit to give them some help.

[inthefrenchstyle]

Francis smiles against her skin as he feels her push her chest up like that. It's plenty enough of an invitation for him and he slides his fingers along the edge of the collar before hooking a finger in the material and pulling it down below her breasts.

At this point he pulls back to admire her exposed skin. "Gorgeous," he murmurs as he gently cups her left breast, glancing up at her face to see if this was quite alright.

...although he is starting to get the impression that if he'd overstepped his boundaries with this woman, he'd know (probably painfully) really soon.

[ladyliberty]

As far as Amelia was concerned, her breasts were her best feature (aside from her eyes, hair, hips and butt) and she wasn't shy about showing them off. She leans into Francis' hand, holding her arms together to thrust them out further. "I know."

[inthefrenchstyle]

Francis can't help but smile at her as he leans in to kiss her lips gently. His other hand comes up to massage her breasts gently, sliding his thumb over her nipple as he starts teasing them into hardness.

"You're quite a cockier angel than I imagined when I first saw you."

[ladyliberty]

"Aren't you glad you got to know me better?"

[inthefrenchstyle]

"Well I'm certainly happy I brought you home~" He looks down at her chest again. "Maybe next time I'll sketch you nude hmm~?"

Isn't about to ask for more painting sittings, but nude sketches probably wouldn't be so bad.

[ladyliberty]

Amelia smiles, leaning into his hands. "Well, if this is how you make it up to me, I think I can manage that."

[inthefrenchstyle]

"If this hadn't been enough, I would've offered you lunch." He winks at her, teasing, before stealing a kiss.