France's ending.
"France, what are you doing up?" "My back aches from sleeping on the floor so I got up to stretch but my back is still tight." He groaned as he twisted his body. You felt empathy for him, he always has back problems, but then you had an idea. "Maybe you need a massage?" You suggested. France shook his head. "No, its fine chérie, I just have to walk around a little more." "No, it's okay; I don't mind." You insisted as you stood up. "Would you prefer to sit or lie down on the table?" France stood for a few moments until, "Uhh, table." He walked over, sat on the table and swung himself around and laid down, groaning a bit as his back stretched out.
"You good?" You asked. "Oui, don't go groping my butt now okay?" He said teasingly. You blushed. "Imbecile." You growled under your breath. France was a bit of a pervert, but you knew that he means well when it came to love. He is charming, an amazing cook and to be completely honest, you thought he did have a nice butt. You quickly shook your head to get rid of the weird thoughts and began to rub your hands up and down his back. "Where does it hurt the most?" "Everywhere but my lower back hurts the most." "Okay." You used the heels of your palms and rubbed his lower back with gently pressured circles. Not even a minute into the massage, you felt a tight knot. You used your fingertips to work out the knot and continued the massage. "How are you feeling?" You asked. "Cherie, you have such skilled hands." He moaned. You giggled; glad that the massage was working.
You felt around for more knots and worked them out until you couldn't find anymore and moved your hands up to his shoulders and began to massage his upper back. You found small knots and gently worked them out. After a while, when you could not find any remaining knots, "Do you still hurt?" You asked. "Not at all, my back feels good as new." "Great! Your session is over." France got up and stood on the floor. "Merci (your name), I feel much better." "Glad you do." "Now I will give you a massage." "What?" you asked. "As payment, I will give you as massage in return. Besides, I think you need one, you're all tensed up." France explained "Okay." You agreed. You got on the table and lay on your stomach. "You better keep your hands above the waist France." You warned. "No worries, I will." He promised. He began to massage along your spine using his thumbs, applying pressure while making tiny circles, and it felt amazing. He then moved to the far left and right of your back and used his palms heels to make pressured strokes downward your back. "How are you feeling?" "France I think your way better at this than I am." You moaned happily. He chuckled and moved up to your shoulders and gave them a few rubs. After a while, "Alright, I think you're done." "Okay."
You got off the table and stretched up to the ceiling and sighed. "Thank you France, I feel better." "Happy to here, now I need my payment." "Your payment?" You asked. "Yes, your payment to me… is a kiss." France said. You blushed and stared at him. "Really….?" You sighed "Yes" France insisted. "Fine." You agreed. France pointed to his cheek. "Just a peck is fine." He said. You looked at him and he was looking at you. Would you dare to do what you were about to do? Yes you would. You stepped closer to him and gave him a kiss, but not on the cheek…on the lips. France's eyes flew wide open. You quickly pulled back and you both stared at each other. "You said a peck." You said a bit slyly. France laughed. "Feeling a little daring huh? I'll help you with that." He closed the space in between you and him in another kiss. This time, you both took your time; France wrapped his arms around your upper back and your hands on his shoulders. France didn't force you, he allowed you to choose how passionate the kiss was going to be and he followed. You felt like your knees were going to cave in, your heart was hammering and yet you felt like you could float away like a feather, it was an amazing feeling. Eventually, after a few minutes, you pulled back. France stroked you (h/l) (h/c) hair and leaned his forehead against yours. "Je vous aime vraiment." "I like you a lot too." France hugged you as you hugged him back. After a moment, you asked, "Where are you going to sleep now?" "Maybe there is a spare couch that no one else took, and I think it's upstairs." France said. "I'll help you find it." You offered. You both went upstairs, and checked all the rooms until you found the couch that France was talking about.
"Come, we'll share it." He said. He went over and lay on his back with his head against the arm rest. He then patted himself, wanting you to lie on top of him. You were a bit reluctant but eventually gave in. You lay on top of him with your head on his chest and his arms wrapped around you. He kissed your forehead. "Bonne nuit cher" "Good night Francis." You yawned. You snuggled closer and immediately fell to sleep.