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This took me way too long to work on guys. I apologize for the wait. It gets right into the mood from where we left off. I love getting all the reviews guys, I really appreciate it. I hope to not let you down. THIS CHAPTER. IS SUPER RATED M. I THINK. SO. YEAH.

She felt as the strings of her bathing suit were undone, blushing profusely and quickly moving her hands to cover herself before France could see. She always knew his intentions around such topics as sex, but now that he was here-with her-in her room- taking the first step- she wasn't able to really control herself. She squeaked and pushed him away with one hand, the other hand still covering her front. Francis barely was phased though, taking the hand off his chest and holding it to his mouth, kissing the palm briefly.

"Ma petite, tu es... très belle…" He muttered against her palm, his eyes slowly looking her over before locking against her eyes. It's his eyes… Seychelles thought to herself, finding that she was unable to look away. Her one arm continued to cover her chest, but slowly, France started to move a hand along her cheek, down her neck and to her shoulder. That hand continued its travel down from her shoulder and down her arm, where he gently held onto her.

"Ma petite, I would like to see what is hidings, s'il vous plaît…" He spoke gently to her, not forcing her, but not leaving much room for discussion. Dropping her eyes, she removed her hand from her front, exposing herself to him. His eyes, however, did not look at her yet. Instead, he was staring at her face. She could feel her cheeks warming up. Why isn't he doing anything? What's wrong with me? Am I not pretty enough? I knew I shouldn't have even let him in. Mon dieu, I'm such an idiot! These thoughts ran through her head, but they were silenced the moment his hand was on her chin, lifting her face up.

"Seychelles… Je t'aime, mais si vous ne voulez pas cela, alors… je vais m'arrêter… Tu as peur, oui..?" asked France, simply looking at her face and not at her body. Seychelles didn't know what to say. She wanted him-badly- but was she really ready? She had known him for hundreds of years, but even so, this was almost too much. As the indecision struck her that he was still staring at her, she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Merci, Francis…For this… Mais… Je le veux… vraiment." Seychelles smiled, her body pressed up against his as she hugged him, before kissing him on the cheek. He smiled at her, leaning back so that he was lying down, with her on top of him. The two kissed, just a hint of tongue and small sighs shared between the two of them. France ran his hands up and down her sides, while Seychelles wrapped her arms around his neck. France knew that Seychelles was not ready to just jump right into it, and decided instead to take it slowly. He kissed and nipped down her neck, moving away from her tempting mouth. She ran her hands into his hair, moaning slightly at his touch.

Soon, the two of them were getting more agitated, France's head having moved from Seychelles' neck towards her collarbone, and Seychelles tugging at his hair impatiently. France smirked slightly, sitting up with her still on his lap. He was starting to feel like it was time, and he gently pressed Seychelles so that she was lying on her back on the bed.

"Est-ce que tu as prêt, Seychelles?" He asked her, leaning down over her and kissing her once more before pressing a finger in between her legs, rubbing her folds slightly. Seychelles gasped, shivering at the intimate contact and taking the sheets of the bed between her hands, her blush spreading quickly along her face and to her neck.

"A-ah! F-Francis…!" She moaned, throwing her head back against the pillows. France was silent, continuing to stroke her as her bathing suit bottom became wetter at his ministrations, and he himself became more excited. Soon, he removed the bottom, stroking firmly at her folds and gently easing a single finger inside of her. She grimaced at the unusual feeling, spreading her legs naturally as she panted. After a few strokes, France inserted a second, then a third finger, rubbing her and spreading her so that he wouldn't hurt her lately. She had stopped talking, left to moaning and panting, her eyes half lidded when she would open them. Occasionally, France would kiss her, but his primary focus was on making sure this would be more enjoyable. His fingers scraped along her inner walls, and she jolted, moaning louder and arching her back off the bed. France chuckled, removing his fingers from her, his fingers rubbing her clit once more before removing his pants and the rest of his remaining clothing. Seychelles looked at him after noticing the lack of contact, leaning up a bit.

"F-France…? Wha….?" She asked, not really comprehending much about her surroundings except him and his scent and those fingers and his gorgeous, toned chest, and his… oh my… that… was going into her? She knew that was why he was stretching her but… Ohgodohgodohgod. She was naked. So was he. They are kissing now, and oh he's got his tongue in her mouth and she's reaching hers own to tease him and she's wrapping her arms around his neck as he slowly guides his manhood into her and she stops kissing, leaning her head on his neck and taking deep, shaky breaths.

"Seychelles, are you okay? We can stop. It's okay," He said to her, but she shook her head, giving him a small smile as she relaxed. She hadn't realized that she had tensed up that much, and so she took a deep breath as he continued to press into her until he was fully seated. He then gave her a few minutes to get used to him, and stop clinging to him the way she was. He ran his hands through her hair, comforting her and whispering sweet nothings into her ear. France slowly then started to pull out of her, and she moaned at the friction it caused inside of her. He purred, biting at Seychelles' ear and licking at her neck, but slowly, with each thrust, she started to get more comfortable, even thrusting her hips to meet his hips. Slowly, they built up a rhythm, France grunting and whispering to Seychelles, Seychelles panting and running her hands up and along France's back and neck, kissing at his neck slowly. France started to change his angle though, and oh it felt so much nicer and it made her shiver violently as she came closer to her finish.

"F-France! Do that again… oh mon dieu, c'est très bien! N'arrête pas!" She cried out at him, and France thrust back against her harder, and soon they lost their pace. After a minute, Seychelles came, calling out France's name into the air around them, while France came soon after, saying, "Je t'adore, ma cherie!" as he came into her. Soon, all that was left was the sound of their pants, and France pulled out of Seychelles, giving her a small peck on the lips, though she was beyond noticing.

She was so tired… And she couldn't believe it. She was no longer a virgin, in any definition of the word. She looked at France, who seemed to glow with his small blush and the sweat covering his skin in a sleek sheen. She gave him a tired smile as he got up, opened a window, before climbing back into the bed with her and wrapping his arms around her from behind, pulling the sheets up around them and giving her a kiss once more before the two of them fell asleep, dreaming of one another.

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((When Seychelles woke up the next morning, she was alone.))

^Not really. I wanted to leave you all with something to think of. Review if you think this should be the ending.

Thanks for reading this chapter guys! I really appreciate it. I kinda rushed the sex scene, because I was watching "Springtime for Hitler", listening to SkadiPirate's Seychelles AMV, working on my own SeychellesxFrance AMV to the Song "Cross my Heart" by Mariana's Trench, and watching various shows on the TV. I hope you all enjoyed it and please continue to review ;w; I love you all and will probably continue this at some point. I hate being so slow about my continuations, but this literally took me… like… 5 months to finish? I don't even know anymore. Too long for my lovely readers!

Look up the translations for the French. I'm not perfect at French and did have to use my translator, but they're really kinda basic. They fit with the mood so just either guess and go along with it or look it up if you so desire~

Coadifer