France x Reader: Moonlight Kisses

You paced in front of the phone for an hour, waiting, hoping, and praying. It really was too good to be true. Two days ago you had slipped up and confessed your feelings to Francis Bonnefoy. It had all been the result of a silly argument. Francis had been getting jealous of late for some reason because of all the time you were spending with Arthur and Alfred lately. You couldn't understand why. After all, you had all grown up together, and it was only lately that he had started acting so possessive of you. The whole thing had blown up when Francis had picked a fight with you over it, and out of pure anger you had blurted out that he should stop beings so jealous when he knew you were in love with him. You had immediately clapped your hands over your mouth in horror at what you had just unleashed. You actually had no idea if he knew how you felt, but you had just been so frustrated and upset by the accusations that you wanted to dismiss any ideas he might have had about you having any feelings for the other two.

As it turned out, everyone had known that the two of you were in love with one another. Everyone except for the two of you, apparently. After finally establishing that you had feelings for each other, he had asked to take you out on a proper date that Friday - which was today.

Now, after all this time you were waiting for his phone call, anxiously anticipating your first proper date. The phone rang once. At first you couldn’t believe it. When the phone rang a second time you were scared to answer it; that it would not be him. When the phone rang for the third time, you pounced on it, “Hello?”

“Bonjour, mon papillon.”

“Francis?”

“'ow are you zis fine morning?”

Your insides melted a little. He'd always called you little pet names like 'amour' and 'ange,' but after recent circumstances, it made the terms of endearment feel different. “I'm great. What about you?”

“Tres bien. Especially now zat I'm 'earing ze sound of your voice.”

Your face got hot. “Really?” Your hands shook so violently that you thought you would drop the receiver.

“May I take you to dinner tonight?”

“Yes!” You knew your answer was too quick and that you sounded too excited, but you couldn’t help it.

“Magnifique! I’ll pick you up at seven."

“Sounds good. I’ll see you then.”

“Au revoir.”

You hung up the phone and leapt so high into the air that you missed the ceiling by three inches. “YES!” You shouted. You laughed out loud and then suddenly realized you had no idea what you were going to wear or how to do your makeup or hair or anything. You raced to the bathroom and decided to try on clothes first. In your room you pulled out every article of clothing you owned and picked out the ones you liked best before trying them on. Then you went through five outfits, which took and hour until you found the one you like best. You chose a pair of summer sandals with a flowing blue flower skirt and a white blouse. You decided you liked your hair the way it was, so you went into the bathroom to do your makeup, which took another half-hour for you to decide what colors you wanted and to apply them.

You passed most of the time away worrying if you should eat or not and whether to read a book or watch TV until that evening. Finally, after waiting and waiting, there was a knock at your front door. You flew across the room and opened the door. There he stood in all his fair-haired beauty, and his eyes twinkled when he saw you.

Looking you up and down, he smiled as he said, “Tu êtes enchanteur.”

“Who knows? Maybe I’ll cast a spell on you tonight.”

He seemed extremely pleased that you understood his French, and rather animatedly he asked, "Tu parles français? You never told me."

"Un peu. But then, you never asked." You dimpled.

Before you knew it, the two of you had driven all the way to the restaurant, the name you couldn’t see because it was dark and the sign wasn’t lit. You sat at a secluded table by a window, although the place was virtually empty. There wasn’t much to look at out the window except the parking lot, but you talked too much to care.

“I thought you said this was a burger joint!” You cried as you read through the menu.

“Oui, but it is, see zere are burgers right 'ere,” he pointed to a list of hamburgers on the menu, all the while still smiling. You rolled your eyes and sighed but decided to let it go.

His smile was teasing, and as you talked over dinner your nervousness slowly ebbed away until you had forgotten about it entirely. You adored the moments when you made him break out into that unique honhonhon chortle of his. After desert, he took your hand from across the table and tilted his head to the side, "I 'ope you don't mind, but I cannot 'elp it. You are magnetic."

You felt your cheeks turning warm again, “I don't mind,” you looked down, feeling his intent gaze on your face.

He took both of your hands now and gazed at you dreamily, “Would you like to go for a walk?”

“Where?”

“You’ll see.” He paid the bill and walked you out to his car. He drove for a ways and then parked in the parking lot just next to the bridge that crossed the river. ______, _______ was a small town and everything was within a forty five-minute drive of everything else. The path you walked on was a dirt trail that went alongside the river.

You recognized a fork in the trail that you had walked on many times when you were a young teenager. The fork on the left led to a large collection of rough rocks surrounded by rapids. But there was one spot underneath two enormous rocks that a spring rested and just next to that the water was shallow and very beautiful. You led him to the rocks and the two of you you climbed your way through the crevice where the spring was.

Conveniently the water level was low at this time of the year so a few rocks poked out of the water, giving you a path to cross where you could stand on the rocks that overlooked the rapids. The moon shown down and lit up the raging water in a ghostly blue light. You pulled him to some smaller boulders and picked up two smooth stones from a sandbar between two rocks away from the water. You handed him one and closed your eyes for minute.

“What are you doing?”

You shushed him and held a finger to your lips. Then, without a word you hurtled the stone into the water. The stone barely made a splash as it was lost in the raging water, but it had hit the reflection of the moon, and that was exactly what you had wanted. “It’s said that if you make a wish and hit the moon’s reflection, your wish will come true,” you explained. He didn’t close his eyes when he wished, but stared out over the water. Just before he threw the stone, his eyes darted in your direction, and you knew with a blush that something about his wish had to do with you. His stone was sucked in fast as it entered the water, but his too had hit the moon's’ reflection. After a minute or so you asked, “What did you wish for?”

His eyes reflected the moon that glowed bright, ghostly white. “What I wished for...” He said as though he would never finish his sentence. You stared up at him and watched his glowing blue eyes with wonder. You had never felt the way you did now. You felt light and your heart fluttered.

He turned to you with the moonlight shining on his face, highlighting his features in shadows. You stared into each other’s eyes and you parted your lips to say something; but nothing came out. He leaned forward and took you in his arms. He looked deeply into your eyes, lowered his head until your noses touched, and kissed you. Slowly. You closed your eyes. It was the among the sweetest of kisses that you had ever known. It wasn’t cut off too short, but it didn’t last too long either. When he pulled away he smiled, and you smiled back at him. He held you close as you stood there by the splashing water, and after some time he whispered in your ear, “Zat...is what I wished for.”

You sighed and closed your eyes. There was a moment of silence, and then he drew you out to arm's length. “Let's go sit down somewhere.”

You hiked up onto a large rock that overlooked the river for quite a ways down and sat down together.

“Tell me, ma chérie, do you believe in love at first sight?” He asked suddenly.

You looked out across the water, “No. People can’t really fall in love just by looking at each other. It’s more the fact that they are attracted to each other on first sight. Love is supposed to be something you earn from getting to know another person." You glanced at him slyly, "Why,  are you telling me you fell in love with me at first sight?”

He rested his head against yours. “When I first saw you, ze first thing zat caught my eye was not only zat you were breathtakingly beautiful, but zat you looked some'ow...familiar.”

You laughed softly at this, “I felt the same way about you.” You looked up at the moon, contemplating, and then frowned, “We should go back to my place and watch a movie. It’s pretty late as it is.”

“All right,” he smiled. “But I’m going to pick ze movie if it means I can’t kiss you anymore.”

You nudged him and felt a smile curling into your cheeks, “Or you could do both.”

He stood and pulled you to your feet, “I can do zat.” He bent forward and gave you a light peck on the cheek. You pulled on his arm in the direction of the trail, “How about this: you drive, you pick the movie, and I’ll kiss you.”

He bent his head and kissed you again, “Deal.”

You watched an old black and white film from your DVD collection. You were both lying on the couch, not really paying attention to the movie, since you were seeing how frustrated you could make him by making him wait for a long time before you would kiss him again. He had you locked in an iron grip in his arms so that you couldn’t wiggle away, even though you had absolutely no intention of going anywhere. When the movie ended the two of you didn’t notice until the credits were halfway over. You had to push him to the door. “Honestly, I’ll go out with you again, I promise! But I have to go to bed!”

“Zen I’ll call you tomorrow.” His smile was irresistible. You had to kiss him for that before you pushed him out the door.