She stood there smelling of bright pink roses and soft tea. She stood humming a love song on a balcony of her beloved, he has not returned home yet, his cologne smelt of musk and lust.
"France."
You sipped your wine looking out at the night filled with lights and sounds that a french women such as yourself would adore by now.
"2 years."
You spun around and sat your glass down, you rub up agasint the wall like a sneaky cat to keep yourself from being seen. Your dress finding its self clinging to your body as you took it off, and there before you.
"Now is the time."
"Francis...?" The shy and whisper in your voice made it sound so innocent from your actual intentions tonight.
"I need this."
Francis then turned around to see who had called them, he put his hand out like gentlemen,"my rose~."
My god.
His voice.
I'm getting shaky.
W-What is this.
I sat here and prepared myself agasint anything he would do to get me jumpy.
Now look at me. I'm a nervous reck against that husky and deep voice.
