*finished* That's not Francis [Milkman fanfic]

Spicy therapy

I go back upstairs and realize ... I have free will. But what do I even want? I sigh. I look up and find Francis standing there, his face screaming "I'm about to tease you" But even if I tried, I can't even smile right now. Actually, I feel like crying. I don't even think I'm capable of crying, my emotions are too overwhelming.

His sassy smile fades. "Hey, what's wrong?" He asks concerned. I stay silent. I can't even speak or else my head would explode and my tears spill everywhere. I just shake my head.

"I just tried to cheer you up after all of this... sorry, Marika. Let's go to my place. I want to be there for you" he says and gently offers me a hand. Initially I wanted to go home to cry, but the offer is too heartwarming to turn down. I take his hand and follow him.

I sit in front of him, waiting for him to make his usual comment, but instead, he just stands there, looking at me with a strange intensity.

"Are you okay?" I ask, concerned by his unusual behavior. His face is dead serious, his bedroom eyes piercing right through me. My cheeks turn red.

He thighs and runs his hand through his messy hair "No, honestly I'm not. I'm just trying my best to process all the things that have happened recently. All the Doppelgängers are back, too. Work is exhausting."

I look down, looking at my hands. I know what he's talking about and I feel with him. It's just overwhelming, that's it...

"I'm sorry" I say softly, not knowing what else to say. He shrugs his shoulders and looks away. His face cold. "Marika... if you don't mind... I could use some distraction." He says. He looks at me again "will you stay a while?"

I nod. "Your cheeks, Marika... you're cute" he says, walking closer to me. I freeze first, but it turns into a nervous giggle.

"Ha... this is embarrassing" I mumble as he gets scarily close to me. I take a deep breath, facing Francis. His shirt looks extra tight today. I can't help but stare at the sight.

"You don't mind if I get in a more... Well... comfortable attire? Or am I too casual?" He asks, a clear playful undertone evident. I wonder what happens next, but just let it happen. In the end, I like him a lot. And he must like me too, I mean we have gotten so close... and in a way... I want him... I really really fucking want him. I really want him... fucking.... I want... I want him... I mean, to be comfortable, of course. I want him to be comfortable

"No, Francis. Let's make it a bit cozy" I say, trying to hide my nervousness. My nervousness soon turning into shock.

He. Took. His. Goddamn. Shirt. Off.

I gasp, even though I obviously didn't want to. My face turning so red, I might embarrass myself. But he has a calming aura to himself, I don't think I can look away, even if I wanted to. My eyes getting lost on his slender, yet strong body. Oh... fuck... Warmth fills my body... and it turns into heat once he carries an entire box with himself. It looks heavy, yet he carries it with ease.

I almost jump when he places a glass bottle with milk on the table, followed by 2 cups. "Thank you" I say, failing to not sound nervous. Holy shit, I might faint any time soon.

"Spring is so hot here, but since this is the third floor it's extra hot up here, ugh" he says, using a random piece of paper as a fan. It's very hot in here, indeed.

I wonder if this is intentional... suddenly he touches my face. "You don't have a fever, do you?" a mischievous grin now on his face. "I might" I say quietly, looking at the clearly amused Francis. I notice the smell of his cologne, it immediately sends me into joy and relief. Only now I notice how good he actually smells, leaving me craving him even more now.