Pressing against your lips with subtle force, Francis’ tired smile twitched his lips up when he hear you begin to stir with a moan. As though a dashing of crimson paint had been splashed across your cheeks, you blushed when you saw your Frenchman hovering over your form. A whispered ‘Bonjour’ in your ear was all it took for you wind your hands in his hair and reclaim his lips.

“Morning.” You cooed back and he chuckled, ruffling the blond locks that cascaded onto his shoulders. His muscles flexed as he rolled his shoulders and stretched, yawning loudly.

You touched your lips, a thought forming itself in the crevasses of your mind. Actually know that you were actively thinking about it, the more it confirmed your belief. “Francis?”

The bed shifted due to his weight and creases surrounded where he sat on the plush cover you were still cocooned in. “Oui?” A soft caress down your cheek was accompanied by a loving glance. “I’ve noticed something about your kisses...” you started and his expression was instantly one of panic.

Had he done something wrong without knowing?!

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped audibly and his eyebrows twitched as he leaned closer to you, the tips of his blonde hair tickling your neck.

“ ’A-‘ave I done something wrong? Is there something you dislike about my kisses?” Had he gone perv on you and freaked you out?!

You reached up to frame his face in your smaller hands. “Not at all, I just noticed something... you have many different types of kisses, don’t you?” His flustered mannerisms calmed down and he let out a sigh of relief.

“I suppose.” Pursing your lips, you shot him a glance from under your lashes. “Care to tell me what you mean with each one?” You asked hopefully, biting the side of your lip as you waited with bated breath for his answer.

The corners of his mouth curled upwards and he eagerly pressed his lips against yours. “That was a kiss to say you’re cute.” He brushed his lips over the edge of your mouth. “To say I want to know you both inside and out.”

You blushed and he changed it to more chaste kisses. Trailing his lips across your cheeks, he murmured; “To wish you only the very best for the rest of the day.”

Nipping along the side of your jaw, he closed his eyes; simply enjoying the feeling that you were all his at that moment in time. “To tell you you’re more stunningly beautiful than any other person I ‘ave ever met.”

Gently pressing his forehead against yours, he kissed your lips which were trembling in anticipation. “To say I adore you with entire being.”

Finishing off, he gave you that lopsided grin of his which as always went with that peculiar laugh of his. The fact that his laugh was so strange only made it more alluring to you though.

“I’ve got even more kisses of course.” He raised one of his eyebrows and bent down to peck your lips. “But then again, maybe we should just run through those previous ones.” His lips nuzzled into the base of your neck and he gently peppered your collarbone with kisses.

“You know, so that you won’t forget any one of them.”

A gentle laugh bubbled past your lips and you lost your hand in his hair. “That sounds like a good idea to me.”

Cerulean eyes shining with your answer, Francis made sure that you would never ever forget the meaning of his kisses.