You marched into Francis room, turned into a cat, and curled up right next to him as was your nightly ritual. You just didn't like sleeping alone. You picked Francis because, well, you were in love with him. You weren't going to lie to yourself; you had fallen for him and fallen hard.
It might not have ended up that way had you not found him crying underneath the big oak tree back when he still though you were a 'stupid chaton'. Even after he had found out you were able to understand him, he still opened up to you and was very kind. However, you could not deny that he was a pervert, but that was just one of his quirks, as he had many.
He didn't know that you slept with him, and you were too embarrassed to tell him. You crept into bad after he had fallen asleep and left before he woke up. Besides, he had his pick of gorgeous, perfectly non-half cat women to choose from. It's not like he would think of you like that.
You snuggled up closer and wrapped your tail around your furry form before drifting off next to the Frenchman.
At 6:00 you leaped off the bed and scurried to your own room to finish sleeping. Believe it or not, Francis was a morning person and was incorrigibly loud and cheerful in the morning.
After about an hour he came to your room to wake you up like he always did. He threw open your curtains and started to sing obnoxiously loud in French. Might you add that he had a beautiful voice?
You groaned and covered your eyes. You hadn't actually gone back to sleep. You were too busy thinking about the blond man.
"Get up, chaton! I am making croissants and omelettes!"
At that you zoomed out of bed to the kitchen before Francis made it to the stairs.
As you ate your breakfast you felt somebody wrap their arms around your shoulders from behind. You jumped and choked on a piece of egg. He slapped your back a couple of times as you coughed. By the time you were done your face was red with embarrassment.
Francis looked at you pensively.
"Red suits you, Oui?"
You blushed darker, "W-what?!"
Francis laughed and winked as he walked away. This was one reason that you liked Francis so much. He never gave you any reason to be embarrassed around him.
You moped around the house, waiting for the guys to return. You missed all of them, but you wanted to see Francis the most. You were kind of mad at yourself for letting his absence affect you this much.
You heard a knock on the door. You ran towards the foyer, your bare feet hardly making a sound on the tile flooring. You stalked around the corner, your tail waving behind you. As soon as the door opened, you launched your self at what you hoped to be Francis.
"WHOAH, gatita, what's the big deal?!"
"Oh, it's just you." You said, unlatching yourself.
Yah, it's me, who else would I be?"
You shrugged and started to walk away.
"Wait," he stopped you, "Did you think I was F-"
"Let's make enchiladas!" you yelled and grabbed his hand before dragging him to the kitchen. Toni loved cooking, making this an easy distraction.
Toni had turned on some festive Spanish music, and after you put the enchiladas into the oven, he taught you a couple of Spanish dances.
Just as Antonio dipped you down, Francis walked in on the two of you.
"I'm ba- oh..."
He frowned and glared at Antonio. He looked from you to Antonio, both of which still hadn't moved, as if deciding what to do. Then he walked over to you and plucked you out of Antonio's arms before changing the CD to what you assumed to be French.
"I will teach you a REAL dance, amour." He purred in your ear, making you blush a hundred shades of red.
Toni looked on with amusement as the two of you danced.
You sighed and though about your day as you walked to Francis' room. He wasn't really making this easy for you, was he?
As you climbed into his bed, you decided not to turn into a cat. You wanted to sleep in his arms like the human women that you envied so much. You cuddled into his arms, careful not to wake the sleeping blond, and fell asleep.
6:00. Just like any other day, you woke up and 6:00 AM, still in human form, and got ready to go.
But when you tried to get up from the bed, something warm held you down. Francis' arms were wrapped around your torso. When had that happened?!
"I've finally caught you, ________~!"
Oh HECK no.
You flailed around and went stiff as a board when he buried his face in your neck and kissed your (h/c) haired head.
"What are you d-doing?!" you squeaked out.
"Why are you in mon bed again?" He replied.
You frowned and glared at him, but when you turned to see his face, he wasn't wearing the annoying, triumphant smirk you thought he would. He was looking at you very seriously.
"How did you know? And why didn't you say something?!" You growled.
"Firstly, cat hair. Everywhere."
"Non, it's alright. And secondly, I would never have gotten the chance to do this!"
He took your face in his hands and gently, almost teasingly, kissed your lips. When you brought your face closer and deepened the kiss, he began to move his lips against yours almost desperately. When you parted, you looked at each other with red faces. You blushed a little deeper when you realized you had your hands tangled in his hair, and you didn't even remember moving them.
He moved your face to look at his and kissed your nose lightly.
"Well, amour, I didn't expect zat. I was expecting a big red mark right here." He said tapping his cheek.
You kissed where he had tapped, causing him to chuckle.
"And you kissed me anyway?" You laughed.
"Well, a kiss, is well worth it, cherie!"
You smiled at that, but then grew very serious.
"Francis," you said, "I love you!"
"I was hoping you would say that." He smiled and nuzzled your (h/l) hair.
"Because I love you too."
You smiled at each other until you felt Francis pinch your butt. Then you did slap him.