[Name] looked questioningly at her hand. There was an invitation wrapped in Rose paper. It read: Bonjour belle ~ J'aimerais vous montrer

autour de moi, me rencontrer par la Tour Eiffel à sept ~ Rendez-vous donc ~. You knew what it said, for you were a exceptional French

Student. After walking around the beautiful city of Paris, you walked slowly and nervously up to the Eiffel Tower. You weren't sure who

this man was, he certainly had a way with words. When you got to the tower you stood and looked up in shock. It was absolutely

gorgeous, so illuminated and well-made. Suddenly you felt a little tap on your shoulder. You turned around and noticed a man with long,

luxurious blonde hair, and bright expressive crystal blue eyes that reminded you of the ocean. You blushed immediately and asked: "A-Are

you the man that sent me the note?". The blonde man laughed and kissed your hand. "Oui [Name], my beautiful flower. My name is Francis

Bonnefoy." You stared in shock that a man like Francis was even talking to you! Let alone calling you a beautiful flower!

*time skip of Franceyness*

You and Francis had been going out for about a year now. If you learned anything about him, you knew that he was a romantic. That was

his most lovable quality. Francis had invited you to his house and you were very excited. When you got in Francis brightened and walked

towards you. He was dressed to the nines, in a beautiful suit with a velvet rose pinned to it. He looked nervous, like he had something to

say but was afraid to say it. You tilted your head in confusion. "What's wrong Fran?" Francis looked up at you, a deep scarlet blush coating

his cheeks. "W-Well...We've been going out for a year now...And I want to show you mon amour.." You looked at him, blushing slightly.

"But you do show me! You're the most romantic guy I know!" Francis looked away nervously. "Non belle, I mean the way you prove your

love to someone." With that sentence, Francis leaned in and pressed his lips on yours. You were frozen in shock, but man was he a great

kisser! Before you knew it, you were kissing back passionately, your arms were wrapped around his neck. He snaked his hands to your

waist and held you close to him. He shyly licked your lower lip, asking for permission to deepen the kiss. You obliged eagerly and you

opened your mouth. His tongue slithered in and searched around for yours, you moaned a little when he found it. Francis chuckled slightly

and started to lift your shirt up. You helped him and gasped as he quickly unclipped your bra and gently laid his hands on your breasts.

He kneaded them slowly, he always thought you were the perfect size for him. He then leaned in closer and licked the rosy bud, causing

you to moan rather loudly. He loved hearing you moan, it was edging him on in more ways than one. He then undressed completely and you

blushed at the size of him. You were a virgin and this would definitely hurt. Francis noticed this and touched your face. "Its ok belle. I

promise I'll make it hurt less." He positioned himself at your entrance and looked at you again. "You ready mon amour?" You nodded and he

slowly put himself into you. You winced in pain and Francis stopped to let you adjust, whispering encouragement in French in your ear.

When you adjusted he started to thrust into you. You screamed his name in white hot pleasure and he sped up. You were the first to

climax but he was shortly after. When you finally caught your breath, he asked: "Do you believe me?" You nodded. "Oui, mon amour.