Sensibility [1/?]
anonymous
July 13 2009, 05:46:37 UTC
O-oh, I don't think this turned out the way the OP wanted it, but I tried...it...it kinda took a life of it's own. sorry. Original request: This may seem a bit bizarre, but anon humbly requests something about France and perfume, especially since the most famous perfume in the world is Chanel No. 5. and here, perfumes are synonymous with Paris.Anon would love crack, because this is about French culture, but something romantic, like France at the counter, helping a customer (your choice of who) find the perfect scent for a date, would be even better
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Sensibility [2/?]
anonymous
July 13 2009, 05:48:44 UTC
Oh, no. It couldn’t be this easy. He was walking straight into Francis’s area of expertise. This “someone” was but a minor obstacle. Francis smirked. Matt was as good as his.
“It certainly can. Come in, and let’s see what we can do.” Matt smiled nervously and followed Francis inside. “So. Names are not needed, but what is this someone like?”
“Why do you need to know, eh?” Matt’s tone was defensive and Francis made a mental note to tread carefully.
“Different scents appeal to different people,” Francis explained. “I need to know a little about who you’re trying to seduce to help you.”
“I’m not trying to seduce them, I just want them to notice me.”
“Ah, Mathieu, you do not understand.” Francis smiled and ushered Matt into the bathroom. “Anything involving the senses is always about seduction
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Sensibility [3/?]
anonymous
July 13 2009, 05:50:37 UTC
“Pretend I am your mysterious someone,” Francis instructed. “Say hello to me.”
“What? Why?”
“Just…say hello to me.”
“Um. Hello?” Matt said skeptically.
“Non, non, non.” Francis shook his head. “Like this.” He leaned a bit closer to Matt and dropped his voice to a casually suggestive volume somewhere between normal conversation and a whisper. “Hello, Mathieu. How have you been?” Matt flushed and ducked his head.
“F-fine,” he squeaked.
“Ah-ha!” Francis grinned victoriously. “You see? I did not even say anything of substance, and look how you reacted! It is all in the tone, Mathieu. Your words must caress as your hands do. Now, try again.”
“I feel really stupid…”
“Try again.” Matt sighed and cleared his throat.
“Hello Francis,” he said, voice soft and engaging. Well that certainly sent some blood south. “How have you been?”
“Excellent,” Francis smiled. “Your tone, I mean. You…ah, do not need to do that again.”
“Really? That was good?” Francis nodded. A little too good. “Okay. So now I’m wondering about
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Sensibility [4/?]
anonymous
July 13 2009, 05:52:56 UTC
“What you came here for in the first place.” Francis bent down and opened a cabinet under the sink. “Now, tell me something about-“
“Holy shit Francis! How much cologne do you own?”
“Well, this is just one cabinet, and I lost count after a while…” Francis frowned at Matt’s flabbergasted look. “If you remember, Mathieu, you were the one who came to me for help.”
“Okay. Sorry.”
“Like I was saying, you need to tell me something about this…someone.”
“Do I have to? I mean, can’t you just give me something…nice?”
“Nice?” Francis sighed. “Let me show you how this works.” Francis extracted a bottle, dabbed a little on his wrist, and held out his arm. “Now, I am guessing, but for a smell you like, I would wear something a little…sweeter.” Matt took a skeptical sniff and shrugged
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Sensibility [5/?]
anonymous
July 13 2009, 05:56:19 UTC
reCAPTCHA "geolo-nabisco". WTF?! ***** Francis wasn’t sure, but he thought the latest conference had to be the longest, most tedious, most agonizing thing he ever had to endure. It might, he mused, have something to do with Matt using all his new techniques to attract his “someone”. Francis told him to play it up and was he ever.
He ran into Matt earlier that morning on his way to get coffee and was struck speechless by blue. Blue tie, blue shirt, blue eyes…he felt like he was drowning. Matt had greeted him with a gorgeous smile, tilted his head to the side a little so his hair caught the light, and said in a velvet voice “Good morning, Francis. How are you?”
“Bien,” Francis managed. “And how are you?”
“Great.” He smiled wider. “I’m taking your advice.”
“I can tell. You look …stunning.” Close enough to how he felt.
“Merci.” Matt blushed a little. “I’d love to talk, but I gotta head over to the conference room. I have some stuff to go over, but I’ll see you in a bit.” He touched Francis’s arm in acknowledgment,
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Re: France is Dense, non?
anonymous
July 13 2009, 15:47:44 UTC
LOL! Random anon totally agrees! By chapter 2, I was thinking: 'Sly Canada, very sly. XDDDD' This really makes this fic that much funner to read hahaha!
Will be looking forward to your next chapter authornon! I love what you have so far!
Re: France is Dense, non?
anonymous
July 13 2009, 21:37:32 UTC
Author!anon here, and yes, it is supposed to be clear as cellophane XD. France is just used to coming on to other people himself so he's totally clueless when someone actually comes on to him.
And it might have been more amusing had it said "gigolo"
Re: Sensibility [5/?]
anonymous
July 13 2009, 08:06:14 UTC
Guh, this is absolutely wonderful; and the details of France giving Matthew advice, mmmm. And of course, France's tactics backfiring on him is always wonderful to see. >;D Looking forward to more, oh yes. ♥
Re: Sensibility [5/?]
anonymous
July 13 2009, 23:41:33 UTC
Ah Francis~ It's always great to read of him whenever his plan backfires on him. Gosh, it's just so much fun to tease him. Matthew's doing a very very good job, even beyond it.
Sensibility [6/?]
anonymous
July 14 2009, 06:10:41 UTC
And if Francis thought Matt unconsciously drawing attention to his mouth was bad, it was nothing compared to Matt being purposefully enticing. He licked his lips, pouted in boredom, applied chap stick, and nibbled at his bottom lip in such a come-hither manner it was indecent.
When at last the conference ended and Alfred had no more crazy ideas to throw out on the table, Francis nearly cried with relief. It was over, and there was nothing standing between him and the door-
“Francis! Wait up.” He spoke too soon. Forcing down the urge to bolt, he plastered on a smile and turned around.
“Mathieu. What can I do for you?”
“Nothing much.” His tie was loosened, he wasn’t wearing his suit jacket, and his sleeves were rolled to the elbows. Well, the room was uncomfortably warm, but did Matt really have to follow all of Francis’s advice? “I was just wondering what your dinner plans are
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Sensibility [7/?]
anonymous
July 14 2009, 06:12:47 UTC
“You have no idea,” Francis moaned, pulling Matt forcefully into a searing, smothering kiss. The momentum caused them to fall back awkwardly onto the table, knocking over pencil cups and stray water glasses, but Francis didn’t care because Matt’s soft weight on top of him was actually rather nice, and he was finally running his tongue along those lips that had tantalized him for so long.
He felt Matt pulling at his tie, undoing buttons, the heat from his fingertips bleeding through the fabric and settling on Francis’s skin. But oh just the taste of Matt’s mouth, sweet and pleasant and fun like champagne and strawberries, left him incoherent and dazed. And suddenly Matt’s hands were all over his torso, trailing burning patterns along the contours of his chest and stomach…it was all so warm.
Matt pulled back abruptly, and Francis tried to follow, to catch his lips once more, but Matt wouldn’t let him. He whispered something instead, something Francis didn’t understand.
“Quoi?“I said, sit up a little. I can’t get your jacket
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Sensibility [8/?]
anonymous
July 14 2009, 06:15:05 UTC
Francis was about to suggest they even things out and Matt lose his bottoms as well, but he was left speechless when Matt shucked his loosened shirt off and went down on his knees, bracing his hands on the inside of Francis’s thighs. The thought of that gorgeous, enticing mouth around his cock made Francis’s thoughts falter and knees weak but it was nothing compared to Matt actually sucking him off. His nerves felt like live wires, shooting sparks of pleasure and heat up his spine.
“Mathieu…” Francis moaned, stroking Matt’s soft, golden hair. He hummed in response and Francis had to grip the table so hard his bones creaked just to stop himself from jerking forward. “Mon ange…you-“ Oh, he wasn’t going to last. Not like this. Not with Matt like that in front of him, eyes dark and half-lidded, flushed and stunningMatt must have caught the plead and urgency in Francis’s voice however, because after one last, lingering lick and swirl of the tongue, he pulled back with a wet, obscene popping noise
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“It certainly can. Come in, and let’s see what we can do.” Matt smiled nervously and followed Francis inside. “So. Names are not needed, but what is this someone like?”
“Why do you need to know, eh?” Matt’s tone was defensive and Francis made a mental note to tread carefully.
“Different scents appeal to different people,” Francis explained. “I need to know a little about who you’re trying to seduce to help you.”
“I’m not trying to seduce them, I just want them to notice me.”
“Ah, Mathieu, you do not understand.” Francis smiled and ushered Matt into the bathroom. “Anything involving the senses is always about seduction ( ... )
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“What? Why?”
“Just…say hello to me.”
“Um. Hello?” Matt said skeptically.
“Non, non, non.” Francis shook his head. “Like this.” He leaned a bit closer to Matt and dropped his voice to a casually suggestive volume somewhere between normal conversation and a whisper. “Hello, Mathieu. How have you been?” Matt flushed and ducked his head.
“F-fine,” he squeaked.
“Ah-ha!” Francis grinned victoriously. “You see? I did not even say anything of substance, and look how you reacted! It is all in the tone, Mathieu. Your words must caress as your hands do. Now, try again.”
“I feel really stupid…”
“Try again.” Matt sighed and cleared his throat.
“Hello Francis,” he said, voice soft and engaging. Well that certainly sent some blood south. “How have you been?”
“Excellent,” Francis smiled. “Your tone, I mean. You…ah, do not need to do that again.”
“Really? That was good?” Francis nodded. A little too good. “Okay. So now I’m wondering about ( ... )
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“Holy shit Francis! How much cologne do you own?”
“Well, this is just one cabinet, and I lost count after a while…” Francis frowned at Matt’s flabbergasted look. “If you remember, Mathieu, you were the one who came to me for help.”
“Okay. Sorry.”
“Like I was saying, you need to tell me something about this…someone.”
“Do I have to? I mean, can’t you just give me something…nice?”
“Nice?” Francis sighed. “Let me show you how this works.” Francis extracted a bottle, dabbed a little on his wrist, and held out his arm. “Now, I am guessing, but for a smell you like, I would wear something a little…sweeter.” Matt took a skeptical sniff and shrugged ( ... )
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Francis wasn’t sure, but he thought the latest conference had to be the longest, most tedious, most agonizing thing he ever had to endure. It might, he mused, have something to do with Matt using all his new techniques to attract his “someone”. Francis told him to play it up and was he ever.
He ran into Matt earlier that morning on his way to get coffee and was struck speechless by blue. Blue tie, blue shirt, blue eyes…he felt like he was drowning. Matt had greeted him with a gorgeous smile, tilted his head to the side a little so his hair caught the light, and said in a velvet voice “Good morning, Francis. How are you?”
“Bien,” Francis managed. “And how are you?”
“Great.” He smiled wider. “I’m taking your advice.”
“I can tell. You look …stunning.” Close enough to how he felt.
“Merci.” Matt blushed a little. “I’d love to talk, but I gotta head over to the conference room. I have some stuff to go over, but I’ll see you in a bit.” He touched Francis’s arm in acknowledgment, ( ... )
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Not OP, by the way.
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Will be looking forward to your next chapter authornon! I love what you have so far!
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And it might have been more amusing had it said "gigolo"
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oh, francis. poor thing. ahahahahahahaha
excited for the next part:)
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Canada, you sly thing, you are simply iressistable.
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When at last the conference ended and Alfred had no more crazy ideas to throw out on the table, Francis nearly cried with relief. It was over, and there was nothing standing between him and the door-
“Francis! Wait up.” He spoke too soon. Forcing down the urge to bolt, he plastered on a smile and turned around.
“Mathieu. What can I do for you?”
“Nothing much.” His tie was loosened, he wasn’t wearing his suit jacket, and his sleeves were rolled to the elbows. Well, the room was uncomfortably warm, but did Matt really have to follow all of Francis’s advice? “I was just wondering what your dinner plans are ( ... )
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He felt Matt pulling at his tie, undoing buttons, the heat from his fingertips bleeding through the fabric and settling on Francis’s skin. But oh just the taste of Matt’s mouth, sweet and pleasant and fun like champagne and strawberries, left him incoherent and dazed. And suddenly Matt’s hands were all over his torso, trailing burning patterns along the contours of his chest and stomach…it was all so warm.
Matt pulled back abruptly, and Francis tried to follow, to catch his lips once more, but Matt wouldn’t let him. He whispered something instead, something Francis didn’t understand.
“Quoi?“I said, sit up a little. I can’t get your jacket ( ... )
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“Mathieu…” Francis moaned, stroking Matt’s soft, golden hair. He hummed in response and Francis had to grip the table so hard his bones creaked just to stop himself from jerking forward. “Mon ange…you-“ Oh, he wasn’t going to last. Not like this. Not with Matt like that in front of him, eyes dark and half-lidded, flushed and stunningMatt must have caught the plead and urgency in Francis’s voice however, because after one last, lingering lick and swirl of the tongue, he pulled back with a wet, obscene popping noise ( ... )
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