"Awww! You're so cute!"
Francis Bonnefoy watched his lovely girlfriend, _____, snuggle with a kitty you'd dubbed as "IggyCat". You'd claimed to have found the cat on the street, though Francis had a feelng that cat was none other than Arthur Kirkland's. For, unlike his own cat with it's thick, fluffy fur, this cat had very short hair, green eyes, and even the Arthur-ish thick caterpiller eyebrows.
And, also very much like Arthur, this kitty just couldn't keep his paws off you.
Yes, Francis knew about Arthur's crush on you all too well, and it honestly wouldn't have surprised him if Arthur used that black magic of his and turned himself into a cat, just to have an excuse to snuggle with you. Assuming it was just a cat, however, it might have been a little low to be jealous of a mere cat, but the fact that you were paying more attention to that damn cat than Francis really bothered him.
"Excusez-moi, ma cher?" The Frenchman placed a hand on your shoulder, smiling broadly.
You looked up, flashing a grin. "Hey, Francis! You need something?"
"____, mon amour, I'm sure that cat needs a break from all your love and attention. Why don't you go let him play with FranceCat, and how about you spend some time with moi?"
You giggled. "What are you talking about, Francis? I've only been playing with IggyCat for a few minutes!" And thus, you focused your attention back to the cat. "Aw, aren't you a cute little Iggy wiggy Cat!" It wasn't fair! Francis wanted to be a cute little Iggy wiggy Cat too! Whatever that was.
Perhaps it was just Francis's imagination, but he could have sworn that cat smirked at him. It was when the damn cat decided to rest its head on your breasts that Francis decided enough was enough.
He went over to your favorite chair, grabbing one of the colorful balls of yarn; you loved knitting and there was always yarn and half knitted sweaters littered all around the Frenchman's house. He threw the ball of yarn across the room. IggyCat, being, well, a cat, chased after the yarn, much to your disappointment.
"Hey, wait! Iggy-!" You were quickly cut off by Francis, who tackled you, pressing his lips to yours.
The Frenchman smirked triumphantly. "Now I finally have your attention, mon amour."
You grinned. "Why Francis, don't tell me your jealous of a little kitty cat?"
"I've never been one for cats, but there is one type of pussy cat I enjoy." He raised his eyebrows suggestivly.
You laughed. "Lord, Francis, don't you ever stop?"
Francis only grinned. "You talk too much, ____."
And with that, he silenced you with another kiss.