France X Reader: Secret Messages

“_______?”

You raised your eyebrows but didn’t look up. It wasn't the first time Francis had tracked you down at the university library. You always claimed the same sofa on the third floor by the window to study, and ever since he'd run into you there the first time, he often checked there after classes to bug you.

Francis poked your leg, silently asking you to move so he could sit beside you. You looked up at him wordlessly, unwilling to say anything for fear he would sit beside you and start murmuring sweet nothings in your ear. You hated when he did that to you in public, because it was damnably nearly impossible to keep your facial expressions under control.

Francis knew this too, and continued to poke your leg insistently until you finally moved one leg back long enough to let him sit down, and then immediately stretched your leg back out over his lap. Your other leg was pressed uncomfortably between his weight and the back of the couch, so you adjusted your leg down so that it sat more comfortably in the crook of his back.

He propped one arm behind his head as he leaned back into the couch and rested the other on your leg with his hand on your knee, where he started to rub circles with his thumb.

You tried to take a deep breath and ignore him, especially since he seemed to be doing it absent-mindedly, but the trail of tingles he kept drawing on your skin was...very distracting. Finally you glared up at him and mouthed, STOP IT.

“Quoi?” He asked.

You looked at your knee and then back at him to make your point. At this, a grin started to spread, and he ignored your demands.

You glanced at the other couple on the other couch, pouring over a textbook together, and then back at him, Stop! Your heart was starting to race.

“What’s ze matter? C'est mon petit ange nerveux?”

Yes. You were very nervous. Nervous you wouldn’t be able to control yourself if he didn’t stop immediately. Frantically you typed on your laptop and turned it to him as subtly as you could so he could read it before slowly turning it back to yourself, praying the others didn’t notice.

Stop doing that! It’s turning me on.

But of course, that was exactly the wrong thing to tell Francis, for the grin suddenly turned wolfish, and he untucked his other arm and reached to caress that sensitive spot on your neck in exactly the way he knew you liked.

You fought like mad not to react, but you couldn’t help your eyes rolling back slightly, and in a frantic last effort, you smashed the heel of your foot down on his thigh dangerously close to his crotch, making him yelp and yank his hand back, “Merde, _______! Zere iz no need for violence! You can be so vicious, mon petit chaton.”

The couple on the other couch was looking at you now. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, and you muttered an apology for disturbing them.

You stared at the screen on your laptop, desperate for a distraction. Francis still hadn’t removed his hand from your knee, but at least he’d stopped rubbing those circles. After a minute of letting your heart calm down, you typed another message and turned to screen to him again.

Tonight at the house when we’re alone. NOT. HERE.

He sighed and flopped his head back onto the cushions, “Très bien. But zat iz several hours away, and you not being able to talk bores me.”

Then try entertaining yourself by planning what you’re going to do to me later.

“Hmm...” He traced a fingertip up your leg thoughtfully before you held your foot threateningly over his crotch again to make him stop.

In a hushed voice you said, "If you stop pestering me right now..." and here you leaned over to him, pulling his head closer to your mouth to whisper in his ear what you would let him do later.

Suddenly, the space Francis had been occupying was empty and the last thing you saw of him was the blur of his lavender shirt as he disappeared around the corner, no doubt to go home and begin constructing some elaborate setup for when you got home.

You sighed and rolled your eyes, but a smile worked its way into your cheeks and you had to bite your tongue to keep from giggling. No matter how irritating he was, you honestly couldn't get enough of him.