The Intimacy Talk
You were sitting on the sofa in the living room of the home you shared with your boyfriend of two years, Francis. You were in his lap, his arms around his waist and his face buried in your neck, placing small kisses on the sensitive flesh. He was currently trying to get you "in the mood". Ever since your two year anniversary, his attempts at bedding you rose tremendously. He wouldn't push you to the point of discomfort, but he still made it apparent as to what he wanted from you. You admired the fact that he still respected your boundaries, but it still unnerved you a bit. You loved him and would do anything for the faithful Frenchman, but you felt such activities should be put aside until marriage. You were also extremely grateful that he didn't express his desires in forms of speaking, that would only make his sweet advances awkward. You sighed in frustration, if you didn't tell him of your want to wait until marriage, he would still press. That would be bad, you didn't want to hurt him with rejection, but you didn't want to welcome the act, either.
"You are so tense, amoureux*, what troubles you?" Oh, you expressed your feelings with your body language, again.
"Nothing, Francis." He lifted his head from your neck and maneuvered himself so that he was staring into you (e/c) eyes. He pulled a stray lock of (h/c) hair behind your ear. His azure eyes bored into your soul.
"______, why are you lying to me?" You looked down, not being able to handle his gaze. He lifted your chin up with two slender fingers, not rough but not soft. It was his way of silently demanding the truth. "Now, what troubles you, tell me zee truth." You didn't have much of a choice, so you looked down at your legs straddling the Frenchman's hips.
"I want to wait until I'm married." This took him by surprise, were you really concerned about his advances so much to the point where they were irritating...unwelcome even? He would never force himself on you, he loved you too much. You quickly added more to your confession to make it less random when he failed to respond. "It's just, well, it's the closest I will ever get to someone in a single action. I love you and I know you would never hurt me, I just--" He cut you of with a soft kiss.
"That's fine, ______. I'm not worried at all, I did, do, and will respect your wishes." You smiled before leaning into the Frenchie's embrace. "I love you too much to see you worried."
"I love you, too." He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.
"Will you marry me?" You stared at the joking man with a perturbed stare.
"Are you asking because of what I just said? I don't see a ring."
"Errr...no?" You sweatdropped at the promiscuous Frenchman.
"Hush, you French pervert."