A/N: Sup ma peeps. This chapter has some kissy-kissy things and mentions of being sick. :P lovely combination. Enjoy~
When I woke up I was surrounded by the smell of Francis. It was cold do I presumed we were outside. I grinned to myself and giggled slightly, the alcohol still active in my system.
"Oh, good morning, my sleeping beauty." I heard Francis say.
"Where are we going?" I said; clinging to Francis' shirt as he carried me bridal style through the mass of people who were probably from Black Velvet, the club which we were at a few minutes ago.
"You passed out of a good couple of minutes. I thought it would be best to take you home," he said, smiling down at me sweetly. "We'll be home in a few minutes, my dear," Francis said then looked up at the street in front of him and we said nothing else for the rest of the way there.
The sound of the door clicking opened snapped me out of the trance which was caused by alcohol. Francis chuckled as he looked at me. He then walked over to the living room and lay me down on the sofa, then crouched down on the floor and brushed the hair from my eyes. "Would you like anything?," Francis said. I blushed, thinking about what the thing I wanted was him. I mumbled something incoherent to him. "Pardon, Mon Cher? Speak up."
"I want you." I said quickly, feeling myself become light headed as I covered my face with my hands. I heard Francis chuckle then he proceeded to take my hands away from my face with his own. I cautiously opened my eyes, completely embarrassed with what I had just said. As I did so, he lightly kissed my hands, looking at me as he did so. I attempted to turn away, but his gaze was so overpowering. He then placed my hands down and leaned over to my face. His soft lips came in contact with mine. The adrenaline pumped through my body as he did so. I closed my eyes and melted into the kiss, sighing as I did so. Francis brought his hands up and cupped my face, pulling me closer to him. I placed my hands carefully on his shoulders for support. Francis' tongue traced the opening of my mouth, asking for permission to enter. I parted my lips slightly. Francis' tongue entered my mouth and I shuddered slightly, for this was a new experience. Out tongues danced together. Just as I was going to beg Francis for more, he pulled back. His face was slightly flushed and I wondered how red I had become.
"I don't want to make love to you while you are drunk, knowing you, you'll forget everything that happened. We wouldn't want that now, would we," He said, smirking at me, teasingly and then winking. "I want you to remember every single detail, okay?," He said as he traced a finger down from my neck, justice stopping at the button of my trousers, then drawing back, smiling as if nothing had happened. Bloody fucking frog, being such a tease! I would get him for this.
I was about to protest, but something felt off. I groaned and clutched my stomach, curling up into a foetus position. I heard Francis whisper a profanity of some sort, but I was in too much pain to think straight. I heard someone's footsteps quickly become quieter, somethings falling onto the floor which a crash and then the footsteps quickly returning. Francis was flushed in the face and breathing heavily. Next to him was a bucket. And thank god for that blasted bucket. There would have been a massive mess if it wasn't for that thing. "That's another reason I didn't want to do anything weird tonight. It's not something I find nice when someone vomits during the act of intercourse…" Francis said sighing then stroking my scruffy hair. I couldn't answer, I was too tired. Instead I just drifted off into a deep sleep.