You splashed through a big puddle as thunder rumbled over head. You shivered, wrapping your arms around yourself. You couldn't believe you'd gotten yourself stuck out here in the rain! It had been such a nice day when you had decided to take your German shepherd, Hercules, out on a walk. But soon enough it had begun to pour and now you were outside in the freezing cold in the evening without a rain jacket. You stumbled along the sidewalk, Hercules following closely at your heels, whining. You blinked, covering your eyes as the bright headlights of a car flashed by. You blinked some more. The lights had not gone away. Did the car just stop?
You took your hand away from your eyes and were shocked to find a beautiful silver Porsche parked in front of you. The window rolled down smoothly and a long haired, blonde and blue eyes young man with a hint of stubble on his chin looked at you.
"Cherie, did you get stuck out in zhe rain?" He asked you in an amazingly heart melting French accent.
You nodded miserably and the Frenchman chuckled.
"Would you like a ride home, mon ami?" He asked you, blue eyes twinkling, inviting you into the car.
You paused, knowing it was supposed to be bad to climb into cars with strange men but something about him made him seem trustworthy. Hercules whined and pulled on the leash, trying to get closer to the car, making the decision for you.
"Ohhonhon~" Laughed the man, melodiously, "I see your chien zhere 'as good taste."
You blushed and walked towards the door, opening it and climbing in slowly. The seats were soft, made of luxurious black leather- and you were getting water all over them! And that was when Hercules jumped into the car, putting his front feet on the man's legs and licking his face.
"Hercules, no! Bad dog!" You shouted, your first words at all in the Frenchman's presence, you noted, embarrassed.
"Ohonhonhonhon~" The man chuckled again, "It is quite alright, mon cher. Kisses never 'urt anyone." He winked at you, grinning slyly. You blushed again, red as a tomato. Hurriedly, you ordered your dog into the back seat to fill the awkward silence.
The two of you sat in silence for awhile as the Frenchman steered his car through the pouring rain.
"Oh!" He suddenly cried, making you sit straight up in your seat, wide eyed, "I forgot to ask! How silly of me
What is your name, Cherie?"
"_-_____ ______." You stuttered.
"_____...." He said, rolling the name around on his tongue. "What a beautiful name. I am Francis Bonnefoy, by zhe way."
"A pleasure." You said automatically, remembering your courtesies.
Francis laughed, "Ohonhonhonhon! Zhat is so cute! You are so polite, _____."
You blushed again, and looked down at your lap. You did not speak again until the silver Porsche had rolled into a driveway.
Where is this? Wasn't he taking me home?' You thought, until you remembered he didn't know where you lived, how could he take you home?
"'Ere we are, ____." He said, saying your name slowly and carefully, as if savoring the sound, making you shiver with delight. "My 'ome." He climbed out of his seat and walked around the car to let you out, opening the door like a gentleman.
"Thank you." You mumbled and clambered out. Standing beside him, you suddenly realized how tall he was
You stared up into his beautiful blue eyes, entranced. Your dog barked, breaking the spell and quickly, you let him out of the back seat. You took the dog's leash in hand and followed Francis into his house.
Once you were inside, Hercules tried to run from you and explore the house. You quickly called him back to you, "Sit, Hercules." You commanded. Once he did as he was bid, you fed him a small treat from your pocket, "Good dog." You looked up to find Francis watching you from a doorway, with a towel in one hand. Your face immediately heated up.
" He mused, "If I do a trick, do I get a treat as well?" He grinned mischievously at you, blue eyes twinkling and making you blush even more.
"'Ere is a towel, mon ami. Please, dry off and I will find you some dry clothes, eh?" He handed you the towel and strode off. You were left standing there, with the handsome French man's towel in your hand, utterly confused. Even when he came back with the clothes you were standing stock still with your dog at your feet.
"Cherie, 'ave you frozen?" He chuckled, "'Ere
I should warm you up." And before you could say anything Francis was hugging you closely to his chest, the clothes lying forgotten on the ground.
"W-What are you doing?!" You squeaked, struggling though not entirely sure you wanted to.
"Shh, ____." He whispered huskily into your ear, making a shudder of pleasure run up your back. "Just let it happen
"Why?" You asked, refusing to be quiet.
" He murmured, playing with a wet lock of your (h/c) hair, "As soon as I saw you
"Knew?" You looked up at him, eyes filled with confusion.
"Zhat you were an angel, of course, cherie." He smiled and you, pulling you into a kiss, knowing the only one with objections would be Hercules who tried to squeeze between the two of you, barking excitedly.