A soft sigh escapes Chiara's lips, quiet and content as she presses a gentle kiss to the bare back before her, arm resting lightly over a waist far paler than her own in a soft embrace. The woman before her seems just as content as she is, her breathing slow and relaxed, almost as though she were sleeping. For all Chiara knew she could be; the Italian was certainly ready to drift off to dreamland herself. But the evening sun, despite having fallen behind a far-off hill, out of sight, still sheds a soft light into their room through open curtains in a way that compliments her French lover so nicely Chiara can't help but admire her; her soft, smooth, flawless skin, and the golden hair that was currently swept over her shoulder. Beautiful blue eyes that were likely shut in rest at the moment, and lovely full lips that often held a playful smirk, or kind smile.
Everything about Françoise, from her physical beauty to her kind, generous, fun-loving personality was perfect, and not for the first time Chiara felt small pangs of anxiety. Françoise was gorgeous, inside and out, with an endless amount of admirers, and although she never intended to be, Chiara knew the French woman had a slight tendency to be a little fickle. She grew bored with relationships quickly - or had at one time, at least - and although they'd been together for nearly two years now, and Françoise swore she would never tire of their relationship, Chiara still felt nervous. Nervous that one day Françoise would meet somebody prettier, nicer, better than Chiara, and the Italian would lose her. The mere thought caused her to tighten her hold around her partner's waist, and it's only then Chiara notices Françoise is trying to get her attention.
"Chiara? Chère, are you all right?" Françoise is already turning to face her before Chiara has a chance to reply, and the Italian almost complains before Françoise's arm drapes over her shoulder, their legs tangling together instinctively as Françoise moves herself close enough so that their breasts are pressed together and their noses are mere centimetres apart. Chiara quickly decides that this is a much better position and bites back her protest, momentarily forgetting the question. Françoise takes her silence as a signal to clarify, and quickly adds to her former question. "You're being awfully quiet, mon amour, is something bothering you?" The concern in though bright blue eyes distracts Chiara from what was bothering her for a moment, and she decides she was being ridiculous once she does remember. So she presses a quick kiss to Françoise's lips before responding, smiling at the look of confusion she receives.
"No, I'm fine. Ti amo." Françoise's confusion only grows at Chiara's sudden affection, although she's not about to start complaining, and she soon opts to just smile rather than question her, pulling her a bit closer as she nuzzles her nose against the Italian's.
"Je t'aime, ma chère."
Do these two even exist as a ship? I know Francis and Lovino do (although the fanbase for them is depressingly small), but I don't know if I've seen anything with Françoise and Chiara. They're really cute though, they should exist as a ship. They do now, at least! ovo
This little fic has been sitting in my notebook for about a month now, more or less; I felt like it was about time I typed it up. It wasn't as awful as I expected it to be, either, so it hasn't needed much editing! So I'm happy about this.
fem!Framano really needs more attention, they're adorable.
Reviews are very much appreciated~ I hope you enjoyed the story!
Please keep in mind that almost all of my translations are from Google translate, or sites found via Google, so if they're incorrect I apologise.
Translations:
Chère - Dear (French)
Mon amour - My love (French)
Ti amo - I love you (Italian)
Je t'aime, ma chère - I love you, my dear (French)