Lacuna ¹

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Amélie stood in the kitchen, flipping pancakes back into the skillet as to cook the other side. Her hips swayed with her melodic humming as she danced in her spot while flipping pancakes. It wasn't long until two arms swivelled around her hips and swayed with her, along with lips latching to her neck. Amélie giggled.

"Mon amour, je dois mettre les crêpes dans l'assiette ou elles vont brûler (My love, I need to put the pancakes on the plate or they will burn)" Amélie pointed out as she tried to slip out of her lovers arms without much luck.

"Je n'y peux rien mon amour, tu es trop irrésistible (I can not help it my love, you are just too irresistible)" Benedict's kisses that were being placed on her neck, began to flutter up to her ear, pressing light ones as to not leave a mark - just yet. "Mais je suppose que je dois (But I suppose I must)" He groan but listened to his beloved and ket his arms fall to his side so she could put her pancakes on the plate that was waiting on the table.

"Merci mon amor (Thank you my love)" Amélie thanked and put the pancakes on her plate before putting the pan back onto the cooling burner before taking her seat. Benedict sat in the chair opposite his beloved. Amélie began to dig into her homemade pancakes, she looked up and noticed Benedict looking at her with a sweet smile. "Es-tu sûr que je ne peux rien t'offrir, mon amour? (Are you sure I can not get you anything my love?)"

Benedict chuckled. "À moins que tu n'aies une poche de sang cachée dans l'un de tes placards, alors je suis désolé mon amour, tu ne peux rien faire. (Unless you have a blood bag hidden in one of those cupboards then i am sorry my love there is nothing you can do)"

Amélie couldn't help but let out a small laugh at Benedict's sarcastic comment. She stuffed another part of her pancakes into her mouth, almost three quarters of the way done with the stack of pancakes. She listed to Benedict and nodded, it was quiet for a moment before an idea popped into Amélie's head.

"Et si vous ajoutiez du sang à un plat humain? (What if you add blood to a human dish?)"

Benedict's eyebrows furrowed at Amélie's question and he began to open his mouth to answer her yet a loud 'beep' of a car interrupted them as well as caught their attention. Both confused at the sound of a car being outside the Swan House at this hour of the morning - besides Benedict's - was beyond a strange occurrence. Both raised from their seats at the kitchen table and made their way towards the front door. Amélie opened the front door and exited first, Benedict following not far after, his arm wrapping around his beloveds waist once he recognised the car outside the Swan residents.

Benedict bit back a growl to the back of his throat. "What are you doing here...Edward?"

"I'm here to collect my girlfriend. What are you doing here, Benedict?" Edward spat, angry at both the fact that Benedict, another vampire, was in the same house as his bloodsinger and that Benedict didn't consider Bella to be his girlfriend.

"I am here for my beloved. My actual mate," Benedict spoke back with equal anger in his voice, anger directed for the fact that Edward was not heeding the warning that the entire Cullen family has given him. Benedict could not believe that Edward decided to bring a bloodsinger into their world and get he pushed his anger down until it disappeared and so a teasing smile came upon his face, deciding to annoy his brother. "And besides, I am here every day, in the early hours of the morn."

Edward grit his teeth in annoyance of his brother. "You must wake Amélie up if you're up that early."

Benedict laughs and pulls Amélie closer to his body. "She is always up to see me, she loves me too much to ignore me in the morning. You forget that i am the original Cullen that entered into the Swan home."