The view in front of him was magnificent. He sat at the counter of the kitchen, elbow on top and his chin placed in his palm. His blue eyes were full of love as he stared ahead of him, marveling at the girl cooking.
Her (h/c) was a mess, knotted but it didn’t look bad. She wore an oversized t-shirt, and only her panties. Her legs rubbed against each other softly, and she was fiddling with the utensils and pan of the stove.
Francis sighed happily, the after sex still clinging to them. This girl was everything to him, and he was grateful. She wasn’t some girl he picked up at the club or a co-worker, she was his world, and he planned to keep her. Getting off the stool, he walked behind her and snaked his arms around her waist.
She giggled, her adorable laughter making him smile. Picking up a piece of meat, she leaned back and turned her head, placing it in his mouth. Taking it, he kissed her cheek and nuzzled into her neck. “You smell so nice.”
Laughing, she turned off the burners. “I smell like you.” Sucking the grease of her finger, he raised an eyebrow like he was hoping she’d say that. Smacking his head lightly, she grinned and grabbed some plates. “Pancakes and breakfast meat. I hope you like.”
Nodding, Francis took a plate from her and served himself. Walking to the table, he waiting for her to follow, but she was taking a while. She pulled something from the fridge, and came back with a bottle of chocolate syrup. Giving her a questioning look, she just shrugged.
“I like chocolate after sex. You can’t blame me.” Chuckling, Francis let it go and they ate in silence, with the occasional flirty smiles they gave whenever their eyes met. Upon finishing, Francis took both of their plates to the sink, washing them for her, while she squirted the chocolate in her mouth.
Feeling jealous over the bottle, he walked over and took it from her. When she was going to protest, he dripped some in his mouth, and then caught her open mouth in his. He used his tongue to spread the delicious sweet inside her mouth, making a moan tickle his tongue. Taking the bottle from him, she pulled away, repeating what he did, but this time, jumping into his arms, legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck.
Francis smiled, lapping at the chocolaty goodness of her mouth, pushing her closer as some dripped over their lips and down to their jaw bones. He pushed her onto the counter, so his hands could grab her head, running his fingers in her hair. She moaned more, the chocolate melting in both of their heated mouths as he would not separate from her.
“Francis,” She breathed, finally pulling away and panting.
“Oui, mon amour?” He chuckled, licking her jaw of the chocolate. Her legs tightened around his waist, and her head was leaning back, chest rising. “______?” He pulled her head down to see her (e/c) eyes full of lust. He grinned widely and picked her up, spinning her around.
She leaned against him, as if almost exhausted and she kissed his neck. A purr escaped his lips and he walked over to the couch, dropping her. Crawling on top, he kissed her again, but this time not as rough. Her hands fumbled with his sweat pants, and he nipped at her neck.
“I love you so much, you know that?” Francis kissed her lips one last time before pulling her shirt off.