FranceXArtist!Reader- He's A Mona Lisa

     I sat at my desk, my head resting between my hands, nails digging crescent shaped red marks above my ears as I desperately soul-searched for an idea. The museum demanded I had a new work within the next week, or I ran risk of loosing funding. An idea sparked in my mind, I shot up, grabbing my smock and fleeing upstairs into the safety of my studio.
     I shoved the white garment over my tight black tank top, throwing my (Hair!color) hair into a messy low pony tail before gathering the essentials I would need. I took up a primed canvas and laid it out, picking my brushes carefully and my sketch pens. I began slowly, etching out the shapes needed for my idea. I sketched out a muscular man with long, soon to be, blond hair and crystalline blue eyes. He wore a French military uniform, that I decided would be French blue with bright red trousers and brown-black military boots over the shins. He would be holding a rose to his lips, a small romantic smile on his features and some slight stubble gracing his chin. I smiled at my sketch, this really did embody my perfect man.
"Now for the back ground." I sighed, wiping my forehead with the back of my hand. I was focusing so hard on my drawing, I didn't even notice the black van pulling up into my drive way, nor the military-garbed man stepping out with a sharp click of his heels on the pavement, or how he let himself into my house. I noticed nothing, until he was directly at the door of my studio, a small smirk on his face, staring intently at me.
"Bonjour, belle fille.." I jumped, nearly ruining my entire piece.
"Ah!" I squeaked, startled by his sudden, albeit gorgeous, appearance. "Who are you?"
"I am Francis Bonfoy, Art master of the esteemed museum you have been so generously painting for."
"Oh! Mr.Bonfoy! I had to idea you were coming, or I would've made tea!"
"Don't fret, mon cher." He purred, slinking over to my canvas. "I simply wanted to see your latest work.. I am a fan.."
"Oh, well, this is all.." I nodded, turning the canvas towards him.
"Mon dieu! Mon cher you have never seen me in your life, non?"
"Never.."
"Madame this looks exactly like me..."
"Oh...really? I suppose it does resemble you a little... I haven't added color just yet..."
"Do you mind if I watch, miss?"
"Feel free." I smiled, startled by how much he DID look like the man in my drawing. The Art master WAS an extremely attractive man, in my tastes anyway. As I painted, I found myself looking at the Master for coloring ideas. How the light hit him from one angle, the shading of his cloak at another. Right down to the shade of red gracing his trousers.
"Mon cher, the more you paint...the more it looks like.."
"You?" I whispered, looking up, a small blue paint smudge on my left cheek.
"Oui.." He nodded, suddenly appearing only inches away from me. "Tell me, mon cher, did you paint this, souly on your idea of the perfect man?"
"Y-yes.." I nodded, stuttering from the sudden closeness. His aura seemed to fill the room with his presence, his scent, I knew in the back of my mind, even when he left the house, he wouldn't be leaving my thoughts for a great while.
"You are... quiet a beautiful woman.." He whispered, gently wiping the paint from my cheek with his thumb.
"Mr. Bonfoy..."
"Shh...call me Francis.." He whispered, leaning down to my height before kissing me deeply. My eyes opened wide in shock, I gasped slightly, giving him *accidentally* the opportunity to invade my mouth. He tasted of sweet wine and bread, with just a tinge of something I couldn't place, but was sweet none-the-less.
      After he pulled back for air, he gazed at me through honest, half lidded eyes. "Would you mind to terribly, meeting me tomorrow after noon for coffee at the small diner down the way?"
"I-I wouldn't mind..." I nodded, my cheeks burning a deep red.
"I will see you then, ma douce.."
"Oui.."

       I couldn't believe it... I had a date.. with the literal man of my dreams... merci dieu..