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"Francis!" I scream as I reach for my olive top, covering my breasts and stomach from his view. He chuckles and walks up to me, squeezing my cheeks.

"I just wanted to see you, mon amour (my love)."

"I was getting ready! Let me get ready in peace," Pushing him off of my face, I pull my flow-y top over my head and put on the rest of my mascara. Francis goes around behind me and wraps his arms around my neck, laying his head on mine. He sighs and snuggles his face into my hair. I roll my eyes and put my makeup away. Getting up, Francis falls off of me and I put (f/s) perfume on.

"Ah~ That scent is delectable on you," Francis says as he closes his eyes and wraps me up in a hug.

"Francis! I'm going to kick you out!" I shove him off again, getting annoyed, and look for my shoes. I get on my knees, managing to stick my butt into the air (unintentionally of course) and look underneath my bed.

"Ohohoh, you have such a nice ass (Y/n)."

Pulling my shoes out from under the bed, I growl Francis' name out in a warning and slip on the black high heels. I grab the black purse on my bed and toss my phone into it. Francis is waiting by my bedroom door and I go up to the full-length mirror and smooth down my shirt. In full, I am wearing an olive green flow-y shirt, tight black leather leggings, black heels, a thick-band chocker, and a small black purse. I was staring at myself for a little too long because Francis takes my hand and drags me out of my room. He walks me out to his car, making sure my front door is locked, and opens the passenger seat to me.

"Who's party is this exactly?" I ask, shuffling through my purse.

"You're really forgetful, (y/n). We're going to the Vargas brother's house, remember?" I tap my chin and look over at him in an ephipany.

"OH, Yes! I remember, I very much like those two."

"You better not like them more than me," Francis says as he squeezes my thigh.

"That's a tough decision, Bonnefoy."

"By the end of the night, I'll know you will like me the best~" I snap my head over to him and Francis is smirking, keeping his eyes on the road.

"And what are you suggesting?" I seductively ask, leaning into him.

"You'll just have to wait and see." I lean back into my seat and whine. I look out the window and the rest of the drive is quiet. When we pull up to their house, no one else had seemed to arrive yet.

"Did we show up early, Francis?"

"Oui, Feliciano asked me to help set up early."

"Ah, of course," I get out of the car, Francis doing the same, and we walk up to the door. Instead of knocking on it, I walk in and immediately here Lovino cussing.

"Which bastard came in without knocking?" Lovino comes around the corner with flour on his hands. "The damn bast- (Y/n)! How great is it to see you again," He walks up to me and hugs me tightly, making sure not to get flour on me.

"Hey, Lovi!" I ruffle his hair, not having to get onto my tip toes since he is around my height. He shakes his hair and then looks at Francis.

"Oi, why are you here Bastard?"

"Feliciano asked if I could come early to help, I managed to bring (y/n) along even though she's horribly slow at getting ready."

"Francis!" I hit his chest in warning and walk past Lovino, looking for Feliciano.

"(Y/nnnnn)," Francis whines as Lovino rolls his eyes.

"Feli~" I sing, rounding the corner. I find Feliciano dreamily eating a raw tomato and I go up behind him, quickly grabbing his shoulders. He screams and falls off his chair. I fall beside him, giggling and he only looks up at me with tears in his eyes. "Oh no," I trail off and wrap him up in my arms, rocking back and forth. "I'm sorry, Feli."

He cuddles closer to me and Lovi and Francis round the corner.

"The hell?" They both say and look at each other, mumbling insults.

"It's all-a okay," Feli says and I nod in agreement. Francis flashes jealousy through his eyes and I know whats about to happen. He walks up to Feli and I and pulls me up, away from Feli. Feliciano whines and Lovi goes back to making pasta. Francis hugs me tightly from behind and I watch Lovino and Feliciano going back to their previous tasks.

Francis and I help the brothers set everything up for the party and people start showing up. It ranges from people I don't know to Honda Kiku and Ludwig. There were a lot of pretty, skinny girls as well as handsome guys. Francis went off to talk to a few people he hadn't seen in awhile and so I decided to go to the restroom. I pass by a few people and manage to get to the restroom. I use the restroom and open the door to find two girls waiting outside.

"Took you long enough, lard."

I roll my eyes, passing the two and go back out. I look around the crowd to spot Francis but I couldn't see him. Walking through the crowd, I head to the kitchen and grab a red solo cup with water in it. When I turn around, I see Francis rubbing up against a man with wavy brown hair and violet eyes. The red solo cup crumbles slightly and I turn away. Francis spots me in the kitchen and he holds his hand up to the man to 'hold on'.

"(Y/n), I want you to meet someone!" He grabs my free hand and I trudge along behind him. "Roderich, this is my girlfriend, (y/n)!" Roderich smiles politely and holds his hand out for me to shake.

"It's so nice to see you, (Y/n). Francis has told me a lot about you."

"Oh, has he now?" I look over to Francis who only smiles.

"He has, now excuse me, I have got to refill my drink," He politely dismisses himself and Francis starts dancing with me to the music. We smile at each other and when the song ends, he pulls me to the coffee table. He stands on it, tugging my arm to get up.

"Francis..."

"Qu'Est-ce que c'est? [qest ke say] (What is it?)"

"I'll break the coffee table!" He shakes his head and pulls my arm again.

"No you won't, come on!" I step onto the coffee table and Francis clears his throat, getting everyone's attention. The music stops and everyone is looking at us.

"Francis..." I mutter under my breath, looking at him and not the crowd.

"I just want to let you all know, that this beautiful girl is my girlfriend. I felt that she needed to be shown off to everyone! Now, you all can continue your party!" The music starts again and people go back to dancing. I step down from the coffee table and walk outside. My cheeks were on fire from humiliation and I sit on the front steps.

"Amour?"

"Francis, you just embarrassed me..." I bury my face into my hands and sigh. Francis sits down beside me and drags me into a side hug.

"Mon amour, I didn't mean to embarrass you, I just thought that you look so beautiful and I wanted to share that with everyone."

"But Francis," I pause and look up at him. "I am not beautiful. Why are you even with me?" Francis' eyes widen and his mouth drops open.

"Not beautiful? Mon amour, you are the most ravishing person I have ever met."

"Then why were you rubbing up to Roderich? I've seen how girls look at you and when they flirt with you, you sometimes flirt back."

"It's just some fun, Je suis désolé (I'm sorry). When I flirt with others, it's not the way I flirt with you. When I flirt with you, I mean it."

"I don't know, maybe i'm just overreacting. I'm sorry," I shake my head and walk to our car. Francis opens the doors and gets in the driver's seat. Without saying anything, we pull out of the Vargas' driveway and head to my house. When we get to my house, Francis opens the door for me and walks me to the door. He unlocks the door and walks in behind me.

"Francis?"

"I want to show you that I only love you," He pushes me up against the door, his hands running freely under my shirt. Tensing, I look into his eyes that are filled with lust. I relax slightly and rub my hands through his hair. He lets out a slight moan and starts kissing me from my neck up to my lips. When he does reach my lips, He leaves a long, lasting kiss. His hands manage to find my breasts and squeezes them, before getting under my bra and fondling them.

My hands carelessly unbutton his shirt, enjoying this attention from him. He pulls his hands out from under my shirt to pull his own off, tossing it to the side forgotten. The next article of clothing to go is my shirt. The kisses slowly start becoming a make out session, leaving hickeys on each of our necks. When Francis feels me tense again, he stops kissing me and his blye eyes look into my (e/c) eyes.