((I am off for today, dears. I’ll see you all soooon!))
-gasps, eyebrows knit together in supreme concentration as he shifts closer, southern body aching-
*draws his tongue back, taking this lip between his teeth and biting lightly down on it*
-losing losing losing- -breaks for air, body aflame with desire, lips swelling and wet from their exchange-
*gasps for breath when he’s able to, breathing heavily* I think… we are supposed to keep kissing…~
Je sais! -struggling to keep his frustration from his voice, lips plowing against his again, tongue flicking over every ridge within his mouth-
*releasing a soft noise when he’s kissed so suddenly, tilts forward once more, pressing his lips firmly against his lover’s*
-hands ease from his pockets slowly, unnoticed, staying limp at his sides as he furthers his ministrations before finally his hands slip to his waist, drawing him closer-
ah! -surprised at the mere suggestion, shoulders rolling in a small shrug as he thinks of a way to respond- ‘e is very busy, tu sais…et I ‘ardly ever see ‘im either.
Ohh, I see… still, it would be nice to meet your boy. *taking hold of the stem tilts his glass towards himself, looking thoughtfully into the deep red of the wine* If he is friendly to you, you must have raised him better than I did my children.
-friendly isn’t the word- mon ami, l’enfants do as they please, non? as we do aussi. it is best not to fret their be’avior et live tu vie as best you can. -nods, thinking that explanation sounds best-
*shrugs, lifting his glass and draining the wine from it, muttering* I would live my life better if I had children who actually cared for me instead of being always cruel.
-notices the distant expression on his face, mouth curving into a thoughtful smile as he sets down his glass and moves to wrap his arms around his shoulders from behind- Antony, mon amour, you are far too young to worry so much et ‘ave wrinkles. so no more, comprendres?
*putting down his now empty glass, leans back against him, hands resting on the arms around his shoulders* “Too young”, you say… perhaps because you are older~? *laughs, setting the matter aside* Very well, no more worrying about my cruel children.
per’aps. -nuzzles against his warm, wavy hair, inhaling deep the smell of sunshine and his shampoo- I just do not like seeing you un’appy, oui? It does not suit you. Your face is not meant to frown. Only smiles. Sourires.
If it is what you want amor, sonrisas only for you. *grins, tipping his head back so France can see his bright expression* Now ah… let us try some more of this food you have made~
-stands on his tip toes in order to peck his mouth briefly before releasing him and going back to his stool, straddling it once more and offering a croissant- D’accord!
frantziya started following you
-Well, at least he recognizes him. For right now, he’s temporarily a child, and runs over to hug his friend’s leg-
-eyes widen, body running rigid at the familiar but nearly forgotten memory of England as a child- A-Angleterre?!
“Konnichiwa, Francis-san.” Kiku greeted with a small smile. “Genki desu ka?” she pursed her lips before repeating the statement in his own language. “Comment ca va?”
-throws her a slight smile, touched at her need to communicate in his native tongue- Je suis merveilleux, ma chère Japon. Et vous? ‘ow are you, mm?
-she smiles, blushing a bit- I’m doing well, arigato gozaimasu. -tilts head slightly, smiling wider- How did you sleep?
-grins impishly at her blushing, tilting his head to look at her- ah bien. I ‘ave a clear conscious so sleep comes easily. ‘ow about yourself, ma cherie?
Ah, fine, I suppose. -she frowns slightly- Some nightmares, sadly.
vraiment? like what? -blinks-
-shakes head slightly- It is nothing, Francis-san. -she smiles again-
-bends to look at her- I will listen, tu sais.