(Name) shivered in the winter air. Yes, it was winter and Arthur wanted to see her at the beach.

She loved the beach; she couldn't deny that, but coming here on a cold winter's day? Are you kidding?

As she walked along the beach, the cold ocean water lapped at her shoes and tried to soak them.

There was a lonely figure squatting down on the sand. He had a hood up so she couldn't see his face, but something about him caused a warning alarm go off in her head. He looked familiar, but it wasn't Arthur.

"Arthur?" (Name) called out as she walked closer to him. He quickly turned his head towards her, as if in surprise. She still couldn't see his face.

"Are you Arthur Kirkland?" She called out. She was closer now and the man's body was starting to set off something in her head when-

The man took off his hood and she could see his violet-blue eyes. They were not green at all.

Francis.

He opened his mouth to say something when she turned and ran away from him.

"Wait!" He called out, sprinting after her.

(Name) knew she couldn't outrun him, not on sand, but she kept going. She didn't want to see him.

She felt a hand grab her arm and pull her back. She was turned to face Francis, who was breathing hard and sweating. His eyes were covered by his now-messy blond hair as she tried to fight him off.

"Let me go!" She screamed. She tried to kick him, but it was no use. He probably had much experience with girls like this, she thought.

"No!" Francis exclaimed with such harshness that it made (Name) stop,"I am not letting you go! Not here! Not ever!"

Silence slipped in between the two. Even the ocean waves and wind seemed to calm down in anticipation.

(Name) looked away. Her heart was beating so loud. Francis was never like this before. He had always known how to treat her right with soft words and passionate kisses.

"That stupid Brit," she muttered, "When I get my hands on him-"

"It wasn't his fault," Francis said, "I took his phone and texted you."

"Why?!" She whipped her head back to look at him, even though she already knew the answer.

"I wanted to see you again, and to tell you something..."

"And what is that?" Her heart was beating so loud. The old feeling came slowly back. It was the feeling she felt whenever Francis was near.

He let go of her shoulder and took one of her hands in one of his and did the same for the other hands. He interlaced their fingers together.

Francis sighed.

"(Name), I know I have been very stupid these past few days. Most nights I can hardly sleep. You are always on my mind. This has never happened to me before. You know I had many girlfriends, but they do not stay long in my mind, except you. You are different and I love you for that. I wanted us to stay together. I know it is a big wish that might not come true, but I am still praying for it. (Name), you are my heaven, my earth, my ocean, my sky. I cannot live without you. I know I was being immature. I loved you like my other liaisons, but you were not. I loved you like a little boy, not caring about what you think, what you wanted. But you are a woman. A beautiful, amazing woman. I cannot even dream of you not being with me every day and night. I regret all the wrong I have done to you, truly. I will always put your needs first if you give me a second chance.  Je t'aime (Name), Je t'aime*. Please say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime. Anywhere you go, please let me go too. That's all I ask of you."

(Name) let out a choking sound and began to cry much to Francis's amazement. She buried her face into his chest as he stroked her hair and murmured sweet sayings in French into her ear.

"That was so cheesy," she said, face still buried into his chest. He smelled just like Francis. Sweet with the same cologne and wine.

"Ah, I tried my best," he chuckled. She could feel his chuckle and his heartbeat, which was beating just as fast as hers.

She pulled away and Francis reluctantly let his hands drop from her head.

"Did you practice that?" She asked.

Francis took out a piece of paper from his jacket pocket. Words were scribbled hastily onto it. Then, the wind blew and he let the paper go. It sailed around them until it gracefully landed on the oceab waves.

"Maybe," he said, "But you know me." He smiled as he reached over to wipe away her tears.

"You even added a Phantom of the Opera reference in there," she said.

"What can I say?" He shrugged,"I am a lover of the arts and you, mon amour, are a perfect piece of art."

Then, (Name) stepped onto her tippy-toes and placed a kiss onto Francis' s lips.

She pulled back, but Francis grabbed the back of her head and forced her to stay.

Oh, Heaven at last. The passionate feel to it, the brushing of the lips, the soft murmurings of love in between, his hands tangled in her hair and her hands grasping his jacket. It was all to familiar.  She didn't know she missed it until she did.

The two finally parted, panting lightly.

"So you'll give me one more chance?" Francis asked.

(Name) laughed,"After we just kissed like that? Francis, you can be a total airhead sometim-"

(Name) shrieked as Francis lifted her up into the air and spun her around. The two laughed and Francis planted a kiss on her lips again.

When he finally put her down, the two were clinging onto one another. (Name) laughed as Francis planted small kisses all over her face.

The wind blew stronger against them in ecstacy and the ocean waves lapped at their feet. Their shoes were soaked, but they didn't care. They had each other and that was all that mattered.

Love me...
That's all I ask of you...

Translation

Je t'aime - I love you

Author's Note

Thank you for reading my story and I do hope you enjoyed it!

This was requested by my good friend @CelestialLynx