Lacuna ¹

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Benedict were now cuddled up on on a small blanket underneath the large pergola that they were dancing underneath a few minutes ago as they stared at the stars. Amélie sat in Benedict's lap as he had his arms wrapped around her with his hands placed firmly on her hips and held her in his firm grip. They shared hundreds of thousands of kisses, some soft and gentle while others were full of a firey passion, they just couldn't get enough of one another. Both seemed to be on cloud nine, not with just the feeling of each others lips but the feeling of finally being with one another officially and now being able to show off their love for the other.

"Bene! Arrêt! Arrêt! (Bene! Stop! Stop!)" Amélie giggled. She tried to dodge his peck kisses that he was trying to scatter around her face. Moving her head from side to side trying not to get pecked by him.

Benedict laughed. "Jamais! (Never!)" He continued on trying to peck his kisses onto her face but more specifically her lips, he begged to kiss them again, he had waited so long and now they were so close.

Amélie let out a screech of a laugh before ultimately giving up and letting him kiss her. Benedict pressed his lips to hers almost in a hurry. His lips were cold against hers but it sent a thrilling shiver up her spine. Benedict turned the kiss into a more passionate one. He couldn't get enough of her soft, pink luscious lips that he would beg and beg to kiss for an eternity. He nibbled slightly on her bottom lip making a small sound come from her and he couldn't help but grin into the kiss. Amélie had to be the one to pull away from the extraordinary kiss much to their dismay. If only oxygen wasn't needed.

Amélie was almost heaving for breath after the kiss they had shared. She looked up at Benedict with her flushed expression and he could only bite his lip as he stared her down, adoring every inch of his beloved. Leaning down to her level he laid a gentle peck of his lips to hers. It made her smile at him and cuddle into his chest as she looked back at the stars, admiring them. As Benedict stared down at her with nothing but pure love he realised something very important. Amélie had no idea what he was. It was though his head had been ripped from his neck, his fear creeping up through him. He had to tell her, he couldn't bare to hid it from her any longer, Amélie had every right to know. He just prayed that this wouldn't drift them apart after they had reached this amazing place in their relationship.

"Amélie.."

"Hm." Amélie hummed. Taking her eyes off of the thousands of speckled stars that scattered the dark night sky to look at Benedict, her love. Noticing his tense stature she turned her whole body in his so they were now front to front and face to face. She took his hands away from her hips and instead took his large hands in her tiny ones, doing the same circle technique he always used on her. She didn't push him to speak, it seemed like he found it hard to form words so she would wait until he could form something eligible so she could help him but until then she was here to listen and help.

"Amélie j-je ne suis pas - (Amélie, i-im not -)" He stuttered through a few words.

"Humain? (Human?)" She guessed.

Benedict paused for a moment and only stared at her. "Huh?"

"Tu n'es pas humain, n'est-ce pas? (You're not human, are you?)" She questioned. By the blank look on Benedict's face she decided to continue, giving her reasons for believing so. "Tu es incroyablement froid, comme de la glace, ce qui ne devrait pas être possible pour le corps humain. Tu es aussi incroyablement fort, la fois où je me suis cogné la tête sur le nez dans la bibliothèque aurait fait saigner n'importe qui, mais tu Tu ne manges ni ne bois, je ne t'ai jamais vu manger quoi que ce soit à l'école et ce soir tu n'as pas mangé la Ratatouille ni bu le jus d'orange Et enfin bien que tous les membres de ta famille soient adoptés tu as tous les mêmes beaux yeux , yeux d'or liquide (You are incredibly cold, like ice, which shouldn't be possible for the human body. You are incredibly strong as well, the time I hit my head on your nose in the library would have caused anyone to have a nosebleed, but you did not. You do not eat or drink, I have never seen you eat anything at school and tonight you didn't eat the Ratatouille or drink the orange juice. And lastly although all your family members are adopted you all have the same beautiful eyes, eyes of liquid gold)"