Matthew Williams was nervous when he stepped off the plane in France, walking with his head down towards the gate where he would be meeting Francis Bonnefoy, his boyfriend, for the very first time. Matthew was afraid his foreign Omega pheromones would attract some Alpha's, but he had been ignored for most of the trip. Probably because he was wearing an old jacket of Francis's that had been sent to him for his birthday which smelt slightly of the Frenchman.

Matthew and Francis had met online. On Twitter. Matthew never expected they would be together longer than a few weeks, but Matthew was in France, from his home in the United States, for their 1 year anniversary. Francis was an Alpha and an artist in Paris, a successful artist too, he was older than Matthew by 6 years at 25, and Matthew had fallen head over heels, much to his half-brother's Alfred's disapproval. The Canadian had worked all year, doing shitty jobs from waiter to scrubbing floors, in order to buy the ticket just to see Francis, and now he felt like he was going to throw up. His blond hair was a mess, a long curl forming at the front, and he was in a red Canadian hockey jersey under the jacket and clutching the toy polar bear he had has since he was a child for comfort, his hands shaking. His big, scared blue eyes searched the crowded Parisian airport, his heart leapt when he saw a familiar face, holding a sign that read 'Matthieu' with red hearts around his name, and rushed over, all the fear he had felt immediately removed to make way for the over bearing amount of love.

Francis was about the same height as Matthew, his golden hair tied back with a red ribbon, a plaid shirt and jeans on, and he was even more handsome in person, with light stubble on his strong jaw line. Francis smiled at him with so much love in his eyes, dropping the sign as the Canadian got closer.

"Matthieu." He said, almost breathlessly. It sent a shiver up his spin to hear that beautiful French accent in person, and to finally smell the Frenchman's scent, Matthew almost melted.

"Hey Francis…." Matthew said back, letting his bag slide off of his shoulder. Francis watched it fall, before smiling at the Canadian.

"That bag will not do, whilst you are here I will spoil you." Matthew giggled and blushed, before hugging the French man tightly. He smelt like cigarettes and expensive cologne, paint and ink mixed together, and Matthew loved it, as the older man wrapped his arms around him to squeeze him tightly, his face in the Canadian's hair. "How long I have dreamed of this moment."

"Me too." They held each other for a few more moments, letting the world pass them by so quickly as they reminded in that hug; a hug they had wanted for a year now, before Matthew let out a long, loud yawn and the Frenchman pulled away to chuckle at him, making the Canadian blush.

"Come now mon cher, you must be exhausted. I will cook you a big dinner." Matthew nodded, as Francis picked up his bag, beginning to walk towards the exit.

"Francis… can I hold your hand?" Francis nodded, stretching his arm out to take Matthew's hand in his, entwining their fingers. Matthew could feel his heart beating fast in his chest again, as he walked beside Francis, not taking his eyes off his perfect boyfriend.

Francis's apartment was small, but sweet. It had an open plan living and kitchen space; the kitchen on one wall and consisted of an oven, microwave, small sink and preparation space and a fridge freezer. The living room was an orange sofa, coffee table and small television, long double doors leading out to the balcony, the real selling point of the flat was the view over Paris. A bathroom and bedroom were through doors on the far wall, and the place was littered with sketch books and canvases.

"Please, make yourself at home. I will place your things in the bedroom." Francis said, as Matthew took careful steps into the apartment. "I will start dinner soon." Matthew nodded, walking straight out on the balcony. Francis chuckled, placing the bag in the bedroom before following. "A beautiful view, no?"

"It's amazing. Yeah." Matthew turned to smile up at Francis, who held him closely. "I can't believe I'm here… I can't believe that tomorrow, you've been my boyfriend for a whole year. No one even believed you were real back home." Francis just smiled, caressing Matthew's hair softly. "I love you."

"I love you too. You know, it is very rude to keep some who has been nothing less of a gentleman waiting a year to kiss you." Matthew blushed, looking down as his cheeks reddened. This was it, they were going to have their first kiss in the perfect setting. Francis lifted his chin, smiling again. "May I have the honour of kissing you?"

"You may…." Matthew squeaked out, making the Frenchman laugh, before pressing his lips to the Canadian's very softly. The kiss was short, but it left them both breathless; their hearts racing and wanting more. "Wow…"

"Wow indeed mon petit ours polaire." Matthew giggled at the nickname, pressing another kiss to Francis's lips, before his stomach growled loudly. "Someone is hungry, this can wait. I will make you Hachis Parmentier, rest on the sofa, you look exhausted my darling." Matthew gave a sleepy nod, before being pulled inside and nestled onto the sofa under a blanket. He watched Francis cook, correction, he watched Francis's ass like a pervert, but loved watching it move around the kitchen. They had their usual chat about their weeks, what college Matthew was going to go to next year, how work was for Francis. He was surprised that Francis had stayed so calm around him; he'd been told stories by his father about how Alpha's would go insane around new Omega's. Matthew's father would go insane if he knew he was here with an Alpha. Matthew jumped off the sofa, to wrap his arms around the Frenchman, his head on his shoulder. Everything came so naturally to him, then again he had been skyping and messaging this man every day for a year.

"Dinner smells amazing."

"I am about to put it on the plates. It is nice to have you here Mattie, surreal but wonderful."

"Yeah… same."

"Go sit down, I'll bring it over." Matthew nodded, pulling away to sit back on the sofa. Francis grabbed two wine glasses, placing them on the coffee table, before bringing over the food and a bottle of red wine. "It is still hot, be careful."

They ate in a comfortable silence as they watched some French skit show, chuckling away. Matthew was grateful his mother had taught him so much French before she passed away almost five years ago now, which is when he got in touch with his biological father, although the Parisian dialect was throwing him off a little. He and Francis would only speak French when Alfred was around, so he couldn't understand them talking about how annoying he was or what they were going to do to each other in the bedroom when they met. Thinking back about that filled Matthew with nerves, as the couple were now curled together, Francis drawing circles on the younger man's shoulder. The couple had 'done' stuff, but mutual masturbation over a computer screen was a lot different to having the Frenchman's cock up his ass, which was making him the most nervous.

"You've gone tense, are you okay?" Francis asked, turning to face the Canadian.

"Yeah, yeah I'm amazing. I'm so happy to be here, be able to touch and kiss you finally." Matthew lifted his arms up to wrap around Francis's neck, pulling close to kiss him. Francis kissed back, pulling Matthew into his lap. The Canadian tipped his head slightly so Francis had better access into his mouth, swirling his tongue around Matthew's with grace and experience, where Matthew tried to mimic whilst moaning, his fingers in the Frenchman's long hair, slightly rocking his hips like he'd seen in the dozens of porn video's he'd watched before coming here (pun intended).

"Mon cher, you are beautiful, irresistible, but also exhausted. Let's wait till tomorrow." Francis whispered, before pressing another kiss to Matthew's pouting lips.

"I've already waited so long for this Francis. Please…."

"Tomorrow will have more significance. It's your first time, Mattie, I want it to be special for you. Let's go to bed, rest and tomorrow I will spoil you rotten." Matthew smiled, as Francis kissed his forehead, lifting him up before setting him down by the bedroom door. "I will let you dress for bed whilst I clean up." Matthew mouthed 'okay' before kissing Francis again and disappearing, making Francis smile.

When the Frenchman returned to his room, Matthew was already under the covers, in his hockey shirt and boxers, cuddling his polar bear and fast asleep. And on his side of the bed, where Francis would usually pop the computer to talk to the Canadian. Francis smiled softly, his heart swelling. None of his friends had believed he had the ability to fall in love, or could stay faithful for a year, but yet he had and here his Mattie was, in Paris with him, and he couldn't believe his luck. Sliding into his pyjama bottoms, carefully removing the Canadian's glasses and placing them on the table by the bed, before lying next to Matthew, who turned to face him, opening one eye slightly. Francis wrapped his arm around the younger man, who cuddled up contently, fitting perfectly in his arms.

"Bonne nuit Francis."

"Goodnight Matthew."