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]

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.

[ladyliberty]

"Oooh," Amelia coos happily. "Is that still on the table?"

[inthefrenchstyle]

"Well it is if you want it to be," he says back. "I am an incredibly skilled cook."

He gets one last good look at her breasts before he pulls back to let her straighten her top if she wants.

[ladyliberty]

"Oh man." Amelia lounges back on the counter, content to leave her top where it is for the moment. "Cooking, baking, kissing-- is there anything you aren't good at?"

[inthefrenchstyle]

"What can I say? I'm perfect." He moves to his pantry. "Have any requests?"

[ladyliberty]

"Now who's the cocky one?" She smiles. "I'll like anything you give me."