France x Reader: Precious mornings

Mornings could be the most heavenly moment of the day, a beginning to a chaotic day or anything in between. You personally enjoyed almost every morning, except for which left little time for early kisses. If someone asked you to describe a morning with smells, sounds and other senses, you would probably answer: coffee, silence and Francis.

Francis was of course, well, the only person who could so completely fill your senses. His touch, the feeling of his breathing against your neck. It was one of those mornings. Such tranquility after a stormy night that was by no means unpleasant. 

The bed sheets were carefully draped over you since you had straightened them just a second ago. The sheets were thin but you weren't cold. Outside the world was covered in a layer of white, as were you. But outside it was cold and in your homely bedroom it was oh so warm.

Every sound mattered. The rustling of the bed sheets, the deep sigh that escaped Francis' lips and hit your skin, the clang of the mail slot as the letters were dropped. Probably a message from your parents, inviting you home for New Years celebration. Maybe a note from the bank. You slowly lifted your head from the pillow and listened. The mailman's footsteps faded away from the staircase.

Pressing your cheek back down, you smiled when a finger toyed with a strand of your hair. It played for a while before gliding over your ear and jawline, landing on your lips. It traced the curve of the upper lip before a voice whispered in your ear. ''Bonjour... ma petite bobonne''

The ending was added with a playful tone and was finished with a little nip on your earlobe, making you sink into the pillow and giggle. Strong arms came to pull you against a heated chest. You gladly traded your pillow to a better source of comfort and rested your chin against Francis' shoulder. His hand was stroking your back while his mouth obviously had better things to do on your neck.

''Francis, aren't you supposed to let the old ones fade before giving me new marks?'', you inquired, smirking against his skin. You heard the Frenchman let out a breathy laugh. He nipped at the skin one last time before moving to look at your face. His eyes were so full of emotions that it made your chest tighten. 

Out of habit you closed your eyes when he closed his, knowing what was his next move. But the kiss never came. Instead, his lips traced a faint line over your right eyebrow, pressing a kiss on your temple. You slid your hand up to the nape of his neck, fingers sinking into his hair. Francis smiled and showered your face with tiny kisses, with the result of you both laughing and getting tied in the bed sheets.

You rolled on your back and panted, trying to breath after all the laughing. Francis rested his head on your hip which made you wiggle around since he was dangerously close to certain areas. He responded by wrapping both arms around you. ''No reason to feel uncomfortable, mon lapin'', he snickered. ''Did you just call me your rabbit?''

Francis laughed and you hit him with a pillow. ''Don't you want to be a rabbit? How about a doe? Or a kitty?'', he suggested with an innocent smile, toying with the elastic band on your panties. ''I'll just be myself'', you said with a shake of your head although a grin was tugging on your lips. ''You are an angel''

You pushed yourself up on your elbows and looked down at Francis who still rested his head on the top of your thigh. His eyes weren't looking at you but you saw it. A tear.

It dropped down his cheek and onto your skin. Francis seemed almost alarmed by it and hastily wiped it away. You sat up, making him move his head, and took his face between your hands. Gingerly you kissed his forehead. Francis closed his eyes with a shuddered sigh and you grazed your lips over his eyelids. 

He quickly pulled away and rubbed his eyes, trying to get rid of the liquid gathering there. ''Sorry. I just love you so much'', he said. You glanced at the white sheets pooling around his waist. ''I love you too'', was all you could say.

Looking out of the window and then at the clock, you threw the covers from your body. Francis eyed your body and smiled. He brushed his knuckles over your thigh as you walked past him to put on some clothes. ''Time for breakfast I guess'', he remarked and got up as well. Naturally he didn't miss the chance to press his naked body against yours before dodging your playful slaps and putting on a pair of jeans.

After many suggestive pinches and caresses, you finally made it downstairs with him and started the day. Mornings were one of the best things in the day. You could always look forward to the next day when you had a man like Francis sharing the bed with you.