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Mates

Chapter 2: Hunting and Moving

“Suit up, mon amour. We have to feed soon.” _____ nodded before she pulled out her pair of black sweat pants. She knew the house well, for she had stayed over many times, but she remained still due to her politeness.

“Um, excuse me, Francis?” The blonde looked up in acknowledgement.

“Yes, _____?”

“May I use your restroom?” He shook his head and tsked.

“______, ________, _______. You amuse me. You don’t have to ask, everything zat I ‘ave, is yours.” She nodded.

“All right. Thank you.” She left the blonde to ready himself for their hunting excursion as she walked to the main floor bathroom. _____ let her (e/c) orbs wander the walls and floors. His home, although not huge, was absolutely beautiful. The walls were decorated with modern and traditional art and the wood floors were beautifully stained and finished. The woman had been over many times, but she never seemed to lose interest in the house. She had seen all of the first floor and wished to see the second, she debated on if she should sneak up the stairs and take a peak. Her better judgment seemed to get the best of her and she continued her way down the hallway leading to the bathroom. Besides, I’ll see it later.

Once _____ reached the bathroom, she took in the tile and the granite countertop before slipping out of her jeans and throwing the dark pants on. She checked herself in the mirror before deeming herself ready. ____ grabbed the doorknob, but pulled back.

“This may be the only time I can sit down and think for a bit. I should use it…” ____ sat on the lid of the toilet and stared for a while. She frowned as she entered her thoughts. She had changed so much in the time-span of a few hours. Her crush confessed his undying love for her, as well as the fact that he’s been a vampire stalking her since the day they met. The vampire stood and looked in the mirror. Her eyeteeth had grown, even in their relaxed state they looked too big. Her eyes were still their familiar deep shade of (e/c), her skin was still warm. She placed her right thumb over her left wrist and nearly went into shock at what she found, despite the fact that she knew what was to happen. No pulse. She shed a few tears. How could this have happened? She was going to lose her family and her whole life. She glared daggers at the reflection in front of her. “You’re a stupid girl for letting him do this.” ______ knew that the insults wouldn’t help, but she wanted something to make her feel better. She looked down at her lifeless veins. I don’t really regret it. She wanted to be with him, for eternity. She knew it. She looked in the mirror at the pale reflection and smiled. “For every major gain, there is a major loss.” She grabbed her jeans and opened the bathroom door. _____ walked to the living room with a newfound courage as she approached her now ready mate. He greeted her with a smile and held his arms out to show that he wanted a hug.

He knew.

For he had heard the things ____ said to herself in the bathroom with his sensitive ears. Most of all, though, he felt. He could almost see _____’s heart breaking and it broke his. His mate, his everything was hurting. He knew that it would be a mistake to change her, but his desire blinded him. He’d rather live his entire existence in pain without her than to watch himself ruin her life. _____ gave him a big hug.

“I’m sorry, _____. I’m sorry to have put you through this.” He held her close to him, enjoying the warmth. She pulled away, unaware that he knew about her situation.

“What? Why are you sorry?”

“I don’t want to hurt you, I know it’s hard having all this new information thrusted upon you in one day. I don’t want to hurt you.” He stroked her back.

“Francis, I want to spend my existence with you as my mate. There are pros and cons to this situation, but I love you and I know you love me. I’ll be fine.” He smiled.

“You’re so strong, I really do love everyzhing about you. When I was first changed, it was pure hell. I was only fifteen and it was by someone I knew well, a very close family friend. I spent years trying to see if there was a way out, nothing worked. But, I think it was all made up for when I found you.” ______ blushed, still a little uncomfortable with how much he adored her. She really could do no wrong in his eyes.

“I’m flattered…” was all she could mumble in her embarrassed state. He chuckled and kissed her forehead softly.

“I’m excited to see what the future will bring for us, _____. I’d like to do so many things with you.” The blonde walked back to the couch and grabbed his contact case. He put the blue contacts back in their rightful home, revealing his scarlet eyes. “Let’s get going.” _____ was awestruck at his words, his adoration for her really confused her, what did she have that no other woman did? The blonde held out his hand for her hold and she grabbed it eagerly, loving the feel of the warm skin. He led them up to the door and opened it, preparing for a ten-minute trek to the woods that were a little ways from his home.

xXx

The pair arrived at the mouth of the woods. ______ looked around, terrified of her new abilities and what she had become. Francis smiled in extreme bliss from finally being completely joined with his love, he was truly excited to see how she would do during her first hunt. When he was first changed, his first feeding was not so…civilized. Unfortunately, he didn’t have someone to give him a step-by-step process in how to live among humans without devouring them. He shuddered at the memory and wrapped his hand tighter around _____’s.

“So, mon amour*, the goal is to eat as much as you can so that your hunger and bloodlust will be sustained until around this time tomorrow. I’m still uncomfortable with letting you roam around humans, so I would like to keep you at home for a few weeks. Of course, we can go places together, but I can’t allow you to be unattended in human presence.” _____ nodded trying to take in all the new information.

“Okay, what do I do?” The Frenchman chuckled before pulling his hand from hers. “What?! What’s so funny?”

“You just don’t understand how cute you are. You’re so innocent, mon Dieu*. Well, I want you to enter your predatory mode, which you probably don’t know ‘ow to do, seeing ‘ow you ‘ave no control. This will ‘elp with the bloodlust you are bound to ‘ave.” Francis closed his eyes and concentrated, his fangs grew and his already scarlet eyes seemed to grow darker. “It takes practice. But, concentrate on something that makes you really angry, that should ‘elp.” ____ blinked, for she didn’t really have anything to be angry about. “Come on, now, ____. Surely something has made you angry.”

“I don’t really have anything to be angry about, in fact I feel as if I’m floating on air.” _____ quickly slapped a hand over her mouth, not knowing that her emotions would be pulled out of her head and turned into speech. Francis smirked and let his natural perverted attitude arise.

“You know, _____,” he wrapped an arm around her waist and squeezed. “I’ve wanted you for a long time now. And now, I have you, whatever shall I do wiz you?” he purred into _____’s ear before licking the shell of it. She shuddered and squirmed out of his embrace, placing both hands on his chest, granting her the personal space she deemed necessary. “Ohonhonhon, you’re so innocent, I’ll hate the day when I expose you to me in zat light.” He sighed.

“I didn’t mean for that to arise, I just… Um, never mind that.” The traumatized girl walked off away from her mate’s amused form. She blushed, still feeling extremely awkward about the situation at hand. Francis sighed.

“_____, I know it’s hard seeing how this relationship is so sudden and all, but I wish you could feel more comfortable around me. I really love you and I’m willing to help you in whatever way I can. I don’t want you to feel nervous when I bring up the topic of s—“

“It’s fine!” She blushed and looked down at the forest floor, trying to hide her face from the promiscuous Frenchman. He walked behind her and lifted her chin, brushing her bangs out of her face with his opposite hand as he did so.

“Let me know if I’m making you uncomfortable.” _____ nodded, not really feeling confident to speak. “Now think of something that makes you angry, com on.” Why is he so perfect? Why can’t I put my whole being in the hands of this man? He loves me more than anything else… ____ furrowed her brows, already knowing what made her angry.

“I hate that I’m not perfect for you.” She squeezed her eyes shut, willing tears not to flow. Francis gasped in surprise not being able to understand what was happening to his love. He placed his hands on her shoulders only for her to shake them off. “You care so much about me and are willing to go to the ends of the Earth for me. I wish I could do that for you too…” Francis frowned and butted foreheads with ____. This made her open her eyes to reveal a deep scarlet.

“____, I love you exactly as you are. If you weren’t you, I wouldn’t love you like I do.” He kissed her softly, feeling her eyeteeth through her lips. “You did very well for trying to crossover for the first time.” He let his arms sink so that they held ____’s waist.

“What do I do now?” He pulled away from her completely, preparing to give instructions.

“Relax, close your eyes, and smell. You’ll know what to do after that.” He began to sprint away from her at inhuman speed.

“HEY! Where the hell are you going!? Don’t leave me in the woods!” She sprinted after him, testing her new abilities. He only chuckled, still beating her.

“Mon amour, I guess you’re not ready to be alone, yet. Okay, but next time, I’m not staying wiz you.” He stopped and ____ stopped right behind him. The girl was astonished at her new abilities. “Now, relax.” ____ followed his instructions and closed her eyes. “Good, now sniff the air around you.” She continued and felt something immediately snap in her. “Now, how do you feel?” She touched her head, feeling the beginning of a headache.

“In pain and…”

“And?”

“And dizzy.” Francis smiled.

“That means you are hungry, remember that. Now sniff the air again, this time act on your instincts.” ____ repeated her previous actions and immediately felt the need to feed, she sniffed again and smelled some type of animal. “Now describe what you smell.”

“I smell an animal, I think. It’s weird…” Francis smirked.

“Good, you’re a fast learner. Now, go get your dinner.” She ran after the scent, totally disregarding the fact that she was going to drink from a helpless animal. Francis carried on and began his own hunt, leaving ___ on her pursuit for what he assumed to be some type of elk.

_____ was a mile within the forest when she reached the animal, a deer. Her instincts took over her body and she slipped off the tennis shoes she was wearing. She listened to the heartbeat of the deer to find that it was still even and calm, showing that the deer was unaware of the demonic creature surrounding it. ____ tiptoed to the graceful mammal and grabbed its sides with both of her hands. Her strength had also tremendously grown so she was able to maneuver herself so that she broke the deer’s neck without causing it a painful, slow death. Once the animal was dead, ___ smirked at her prize and continued to follow her instincts and bit into the nearest piece of the animal she found. She pierced the hind leg with her fangs and began to drink to her content. She drank the deer dry after about ten minutes. Her eyes were back to their normal shade and her fangs shrank back into eyeteeth. She looked at the limp carcass and didn’t feel disgusted with herself. She began to sniff the air again in search of the familiar scent of roses and wine. She found the targeted man and immediately began to run towards him. She came upon Francis sitting on a tree stump drawing with a stick in the dirt. He perked up at the sound of thumping footsteps.

“There you are, I assume everything went well.” ____ nodded and walked to him.

“Yes. How long have you been sitting here?”

“Only about three minutes, I ate this morning so I’m well-fed. That was very fast for your first hunt, how are you feeling?” ___ assessed her emotions.

“I feel…kind of…bold. I don’t really feel guilty about what I just did, so I don’t know if that’s wrong, but I feel really confident and just…content.” Francis nodded in approval.

“I wouldn’t expect you to feel guilty, not for drinking an animal. I would expect you to feel guilty for drinking a human, though. It’s normal to feel a sense of extreme content after feeding. It’s your body’s way of telling you that you are well fed.” She nodded. “Are you ready to go home now?” _____ looked down to meet Francis’ blue eyes. She pouted and sat her sweat-pants covered bottom on the forest floor.

“We don’t have to leave so soon, it’s pretty outside. I like the smell of the trees.” Francis nodded.

“Whatever you want to do is fine, we just have to be home by five so I can go retrieve the rest of your things from your apartment. I’m not planning on bringing over furniture, so is there any piece of furniture that you would like?”

“My jewelry boxes.” Francis rolled his eyes.

“I was gonna get zat.” _____ chuckled.

“No, nothing comes to mind,” she looked at the treetops and the bright blue sky. “It’s so pretty, do you ever just come out here and sit? I would, it’s a nice change from living in the city.” Francis shook his head.

“No, not really. I must admit that it is calming, I’m glad you enjoy it.” ____ sighed in content and closed her eyes. Francis wrapped an arm around his sleepy mate and watched her relax. _____ let her mind wander until she stumbled upon a childish thought, which led to an even more childish act.

“Francis?”

“Oui*?”

“When’s the last time you played hide-and-seek?” He put his finger to his chin, really trying to think about it.

“I don’t remember, it was probably in the nineteen-tens, when I was a child.” _____ rolled out of his embrace and began to scale up a tree, an ability that surprised her. The sudden movement startled the Frenchman. “Hey! Come back down here, I was very comfortable lying on the ground!” ____ struck a pose atop the tree branch.

“Count to ten and come find me.” Francis smirked and decided to go along with her antics, for she had no clue of the advantage that he had in being the seeker. He could just track her scent, she probably forgot about that.

“Ten, ready or not, here I come.” He climbed up the tree that ___ was previously standing on and picked up the sweet scent immediately. “I’ve got you now.” He sniffed the air again only to find that the scent was literally everywhere. There was no way he could track her and still have her surprised. He frowned, for he was looking forward to catching his love off-guard. “I guess I’ll just have to look.” He listened for any type of strange movement in the forest, such as footsteps. He didn’t find any. Francis smirked, feeling very proud of his woman. “She’s so smart, she knew that I would smell her and she knew that I would detect her footsteps. That means she must be in the trees.” His eyes that had finally regained their shade of blue returned to a deep, blood scarlet. He climbed the rest of the tree so that he had a full view of the forest. Glancing out at the multitude of treetops, Francis saw a figure pop up about a quarter mile away from him. “Zere you are, ____.” He silently leapt from treetop to treetop in pursuit of the (h/c) girl. He was almost caught up with her when she turned to find him directly behind her.

“Ah shit!” Her eyes widened as she began to jump a bit faster. Francis chuckled softly and managed to gently get a hold of her arm.

“Found you, I win.” She rolled her eyes.

“I still did extremely awesome!” Francis patted her head and pulled her so that her body was flush against his.

“You sound like one of my friends.” Francis smiled, noticing that _____ was beginning to feel more comfortable with their new relationship. Francis dropped one of his arms to look at his watch. “It’s five ten. Let’s get going. I want to show you around the house a bit and go pick up your stuff at nine when the sun has set.” ____ raised an eyebrow.

“You need four hours to show me the house?”

“Non*, I want to have a drink with you as well.”

“For four hours?”

“Drinking with others typically leads to long conversation, ______, especially with wine involved. Even more so with the finest French wine in America.” ____ nodded and the pair jumped back to the ground to begin their trek home.

xXx

_____ currently sat in what she dubbed the “multipurpose room” upstairs. There was an office, a flat screen TV, a long couch with three seats and a ping pong table.

“I don’t understand why you have all this stuff, from what you tell me, I thought you were a loner.” Francis rolled his now blue eyes.

“I’m unsociable around humans, I have two friends that are our kind, though.” _____ perked up at the sound of that.

“Ooh! Tell me, do they have girlfriends?!” The woman stood up from the couch and squealed.

“Mates, you mean?”

“Whatever, yeah.”

“Well, one of them does—I’ll tell you about them later though. I want you to focus on me at this moment.” His eyes flickered to a deep red before slowly returning to their original shade of blue. ____ saw this and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Francis, are you okay?” He nodded and swallowed.

“Yeah, I’m not really the jealous type, but I prefer that you don’t really talk about ozher men, I think it just comes with being mated.” _____ nodded.

“I won’t then, I don’t want to make you upset.” ____ shrunk back into her previously shy self. Francis sighed, wishing for her confidence to return.

“It doesn’t make me upset, it makes me uncomfortable. I know you don’t like them in that sense, hell, you ‘aven’t even met them.” He stood and walked down the hall. There were three doors, two on the left side and two on the right. The two on the left had about ten feet of space between them and one of the doors on the right was in the middle of the two doors. The second door on the right was directly across from the multipurpose room door. The first door on the left was the multipurpose room, it sat a bit to the right of the cherry wood stairs. Francis stopped in front of the door on the right that stood between the two doors on the left. “____?”

“Hmm, yes?”

“Can I trust you?” Francis looked down at the ground, truly nervous.

“Of course, why?”

“I want to show you this room another day. It’s just some…disturbing pieces of my past. I would really appreciate it if you stayed far from this room until I have said it’s okay to enter it. I’ll tell you when I’m ready, so please don’t ask. It really is personal.” Francis didn’t meet _____’s eyes. She wrapped him in a hug with a brief strike of confidence.

“I respect your privacy. I understand.” Francis smiled softly and hugged back.

“Merci*.” He pulled away and pointed to the second door on the right. “That room is a spare bedroom. I don’t really have guests, so it’s completely empty. It has its own bathroom though. You can look in it if you want, but it really isn’t all that exciting. Even the walls are white.” Francis walked over to the last door on the left. _____ jumped with glee on the inside, the last room had to be Francis’ bedroom. In the girl’s three years of friendship with the Frenchman, she had been over many times, but never had she set foot upstairs, let alone his bedroom. She kept her facial expression blank, but Francis was able to pick up her excitement. He smirked to himself as he opened the door. “This is our bedroom. I’ll let you look on your own. I want to go prepare the wine.” Before ____ could register the room, Francis had already left and shut the door behind him.

She looked up to the ceiling to see a beautiful crown molding. Underneath the molding was a large king-sized tempurpedic bed. The comforter was black and white striped and the frame was dark wood. The dresser, nightstands, and TV stand were the same shade of wood. The carpet was beige and had a few black fluffy rugs on them. _____’s jaw dropped as she looked around. She noticed something on the nightstand and went to look closer at it. It was a picture hidden under the lamp. She picked it up to find herself and Francis looking back at her. The picture was taken a few months ago, the pair was spending a day at the theme park and decided to go the photo booth. They took plenty of silly pictures, but the one ____ held in her hand was the only serious picture that was taken. He had his hand wrapped around her waist and they both smiled brightly. Her lips turned up as she set the picture down.

“How did I not notice it then? He liked me from the beginning…” She continued her look-around and saw a door towards the far right of the room. _____ opened it only to find the master bathroom. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped at the beauty before her, a claw-foot bathtub and a beautifully tiled shower. There were two granite countertop sinks side-by-side. There was also a door on each side of the shower. She opened the one closest to her to find a huge closet filled with all of Francis’ clothes. But, that would mean…“His and her closets?!” ____ ran over to the second door to and opened it. Her prediction was confirmed when she saw an equally large empty closet. She grinned before deeming herself ready to go back downstairs and speak with Francis. She climbed down the dark wooden stairs and made her way to the equally beautiful kitchen. Francis had a bottle of chardonnay on the counter that seated three barstools. He patted the barstool adjacent to him, motioning for _____ to join him. She followed and he filled both of the glasses on the table with the wine.

“Did you like it?”

“Like it? No, I loved it! It’s amazing. You’re so classy in taste!” Francis chuckled softly and handed her the glass. “Anyways what do you want to talk about?” She sniffed the wine glass, debating on whether or not she should drink.

“Remember the friends I was talking about earlier?” _____ nodded. “I want to tell you about them. When I deem you ready, I would really like for you to go meet them. I really think you’ll like Gilbert’s mate. The two of you seem like you’ll get along extremely well.”

“That’s cool, I’ll appreciate having another woman to talk to.” Francis took a long sip of his wine before wiggling his eyebrows.

“Am I not enough for you, _____?” The girl willed herself not to blush, but a light pink dusted her cheeks.

“Well, I just like talking to other women.”

“I can certainly find ways to keep you busy.” He winked before leaning back in his barstool, gently sipping the dark red liquid. ____ blushed and hid her face in the granite countertop.

“Stop creating innuendo!” the muffled response came. The Frenchman chuckled and set his glass down. He pulled _____ out of her chair and sat her on his lap.

“You’re so cute, ma chère*!” He stroked her (h/c) locks back while she sat stiffly in his lap.

“You are not helping my current situation!” She blushed darker and only made him laugh some more.

“You’re beautiful when you blush! I like it.” She let out a low growl before sinking in his lap and crossing her arms.

“Is there anything else you want to talk about?” His expression and tone completely changed to be extremely serious.

“Yes. I don’t want you out of the house while I’m gone. I want you to have your freedom, but this is really important you first few months. I want you in the house when I’m gone, or I want you with me. The only exception is if you enter your predatory mode. If that happens, go hunt immediately.” _____ nodded, listening to his every word. His eyes narrowed. “All I ask is that you listen to me, this is the only rule I don’t want to bend at all.”

“I understand.”

“Good, _____. Now, give me some love for the road!” Francis leaned his head down and puckered his lips, his hands held limply behind his back and his eyes closed. _____ rolled her eyes and kissed him softly. “I’ll be back soon, _____. Je t’aime*.”

“I love you, too.” He hurried out the door with car keys that ____ wasn’t familiar with. Must be for a bigger vehicle. Now, what do I do? She looked around the house she was now well acquainted with. “A bath would be nice…” The woman carried herself upstairs to go soak in the claw foot bathtub.

xXx

Francis had driven down to ____’s apartment complex in his truck. He didn’t really have it for pleasure, but it was nice and it came in handy more times than not, now being one of those times. He was sitting on _____’s couch, he got in with the spare key that she always kept hidden in the flower pot outside. He had loaded up her whole wardrobe and had thrown away all the food. The storage company would be coming tomorrow to pick up all her large furniture and move it to a community storage area. All he had to do now was pick up the two boxes he made and leave. One box was full of pictures, the other was filled with toiletries and comforters. He also placed a book that was kept shut by a lock. It was her journal. She never really went anywhere without it. The key to it was always kept in her wallet which was located in a purse of hers (which he had already put in the car). He picked up the rest of his items and looked around the empty apartment before shutting and locking the door.

xXx

______ had just finished her well-deserved bath when she realized that she had no clean clothes to wear. The girl blushed as she wrapped a towel around her and walked to the closet on the far left of the bathroom: Francis’ closet. She shuddered as she opened the door to find garment-on-top-of –garment in the room.

“He won’t mind…” She reached a shaky hand out and grabbed a white long-sleeved sweater shirt. _____ proceeded to the tempurpedic that awaited her and rolled into bed. She was immediately overwhelmed with the scent of her mate. She, against her will, groaned out in longing at his scent. “Francis…”

xXx

Francis had just returned back home and was bringing ______’s toiletries and clothes up, ready to put them into her closet for her. He assumed ____ was somewhere upstairs seeing as how he couldn’t find her downstairs. He eventually made his way to the last door and knock softly. He didn’t receive a response and opened the door.

“____?” He poked his head in to find her figure slumped up in his bed. He chuckled at the sight and continued to the bathroom. “I’ll see you in a bit.” He hung up all the clothes neatly and stacked her toiletries underneath her sink with exception of the shampoo, conditioner, shaving cream, and her loofah that he found in her shower. He went to his own closet and pulled of his hunting attire. He picked a pair out of the very few pairs of pajama pants he had and threw them on. He tied his hair back as well before going out to bed.

He smiled, for this would be the first time in about three years that he would get more than thirty minutes of sleep daily. He didn’t need it, but the rest was well appreciated. He would always sneak out about this time to go check on _____, his line of attraction to her so strong that he couldn’t help it. He sighed as he slid into bed next to the sleeping woman. He reached a hand out to touch her when he saw what she was wearing and his eye popped out of their sockets. She was wearing his shirt! This was something the Frenchman could only dream about. His smile turned into a smirk and his stare transformed into a half-lidded, lusty, hazy, extremely French gaze. He took both hand and pulled the woman closer to him, waking her up in the process.

“Hmm…?”

“Mon amour, I didn’t expect to see you in my clothes so soon. I would at least expect a week, though I know you can’t resist the beauty of the French!” He gushed, still with the same lusty face. ____ paled as she listened to what he was implying.

“There is no way that we’re having sex within the time-span of week. At the very least, a month.” Francis’ face fell and he looked absolutely heartbroken.

“You wound me, _____. Why would anyone wait zat long?!”

“Because I’m making you wait.” His eye twitched.

“But, that will be torture!” He looked as if he was about to cry. _____ went to pat his blonde head when she realized that he was shirtless.

“Oh God, please tell me you’re wearing pants!” He smirked and winked in her direction.

“Yes, but don’t expect in to last very long, ohonhonhonhon.” ____ flicked his forehead.

“Stop being a pervert.”

“I can’t. It’s a part of me!”

“Stop being a pervert for the rest of the night.”

“Fine.” ____ patted his head and rolled over so that her back was facing him.

“G’night.” Francis pouted and crossed his arms, fully sitting up now.

“Is that anyway to tell the love of your life good night, ____?” She rolled her eyes and leaned in to peck his lips. When she tried to pull away, Francis held her shoulders. “Just relax, don’t make zhings go too fast. I just want to stay like this for a little while.” His blue eyes shimmered and he knew that he wrapping _____ around his finger. She leaned in and gave him a real kiss, a sweet kiss. Not a sloppy tongue kiss, nor a half-done peck, but a sweet kiss. She pulled away and butted foreheads with him.

“Goodnight, Francis.”

“Bonne nuit*, _______.” She pulled all the way away to lie down when her wrist was grabbed. “Wait.”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He released her and let her fall back to the bed only to be pulled into his arms. Her body relaxed against his chest, feeling every bare abdominal and pectoral muscle through the thin fabric of her shirt. He reached a hand down and patted the mess of (h/c) hair. He snuggled up to her and leaned his chin on her shoulder. Phase one and day two complete.

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Vampire!FrancexReader

Mates

Chapter 2: Hunting and Moving

“Suit up, mon amour. We have to feed soon.” _____ nodded before she pulled out her pair of black sweat pants. She knew the house well, for she had stayed over many times, but she remained still due to her politeness.

“Um, excuse me, Francis?” The blonde looked up in acknowledgement.

“Yes, _____?”

“May I use your restroom?” He shook his head and tsked.

“______, ________, _______. You amuse me. You don’t have to ask, everything zat I ‘ave, is yours.” She nodded.

“All right. Thank you.” She left the blonde to ready himself for their hunting excursion as she walked to the main floor bathroom. _____ let her (e/c) orbs wander the walls and floors. His home, although not huge, was absolutely beautiful. The walls were decorated with modern and traditional art and the wood floors were beautifully stained and finished. The woman had been over many times, but she never seemed to lose interest in the house. She had seen all of the first floor and wished to see the second, she debated on if she should sneak up the stairs and take a peak. Her better judgment seemed to get the best of her and she continued her way down the hallway leading to the bathroom. Besides, I’ll see it later.

Once _____ reached the bathroom, she took in the tile and the granite countertop before slipping out of her jeans and throwing the dark pants on. She checked herself in the mirror before deeming herself ready. ____ grabbed the doorknob, but pulled back.

“This may be the only time I can sit down and think for a bit. I should use it…” ____ sat on the lid of the toilet and stared for a while. She frowned as she entered her thoughts. She had changed so much in the time-span of a few hours. Her crush confessed his undying love for her, as well as the fact that he’s been a vampire stalking her since the day they met. The vampire stood and looked in the mirror. Her eyeteeth had grown, even in their relaxed state they looked too big. Her eyes were still their familiar deep shade of (e/c), her skin was still warm. She placed her right thumb over her left wrist and nearly went into shock at what she found, despite the fact that she knew what was to happen. No pulse. She shed a few tears. How could this have happened? She was going to lose her family and her whole life. She glared daggers at the reflection in front of her. “You’re a stupid girl for letting him do this.” ______ knew that the insults wouldn’t help, but she wanted something to make her feel better. She looked down at her lifeless veins. I don’t really regret it. She wanted to be with him, for eternity. She knew it. She looked in the mirror at the pale reflection and smiled. “For every major gain, there is a major loss.” She grabbed her jeans and opened the bathroom door. _____ walked to the living room with a newfound courage as she approached her now ready mate. He greeted her with a smile and held his arms out to show that he wanted a hug.

He knew.

For he had heard the things ____ said to herself in the bathroom with his sensitive ears. Most of all, though, he felt. He could almost see _____’s heart breaking and it broke his. His mate, his everything was hurting. He knew that it would be a mistake to change her, but his desire blinded him. He’d rather live his entire existence in pain without her than to watch himself ruin her life. _____ gave him a big hug.

“I’m sorry, _____. I’m sorry to have put you through this.” He held her close to him, enjoying the warmth. She pulled away, unaware that he knew about her situation.

“What? Why are you sorry?”

“I don’t want to hurt you, I know it’s hard having all this new information thrusted upon you in one day. I don’t want to hurt you.” He stroked her back.

“Francis, I want to spend my existence with you as my mate. There are pros and cons to this situation, but I love you and I know you love me. I’ll be fine.” He smiled.

“You’re so strong, I really do love everyzhing about you. When I was first changed, it was pure hell. I was only fifteen and it was by someone I knew well, a very close family friend. I spent years trying to see if there was a way out, nothing worked. But, I think it was all made up for when I found you.” ______ blushed, still a little uncomfortable with how much he adored her. She really could do no wrong in his eyes.

“I’m flattered…” was all she could mumble in her embarrassed state. He chuckled and kissed her forehead softly.

“I’m excited to see what the future will bring for us, _____. I’d like to do so many things with you.” The blonde walked back to the couch and grabbed his contact case. He put the blue contacts back in their rightful home, revealing his scarlet eyes. “Let’s get going.” _____ was awestruck at his words, his adoration for her really confused her, what did she have that no other woman did? The blonde held out his hand for her hold and she grabbed it eagerly, loving the feel of the warm skin. He led them up to the door and opened it, preparing for a ten-minute trek to the woods that were a little ways from his home.

xXx

The pair arrived at the mouth of the woods. ______ looked around, terrified of her new abilities and what she had become. Francis smiled in extreme bliss from finally being completely joined with his love, he was truly excited to see how she would do during her first hunt. When he was first changed, his first feeding was not so…civilized. Unfortunately, he didn’t have someone to give him a step-by-step process in how to live among humans without devouring them. He shuddered at the memory and wrapped his hand tighter around _____’s.

“So, mon amour*, the goal is to eat as much as you can so that your hunger and bloodlust will be sustained until around this time tomorrow. I’m still uncomfortable with letting you roam around humans, so I would like to keep you at home for a few weeks. Of course, we can go places together, but I can’t allow you to be unattended in human presence.” _____ nodded trying to take in all the new information.

“Okay, what do I do?” The Frenchman chuckled before pulling his hand from hers. “What?! What’s so funny?”

“You just don’t understand how cute you are. You’re so innocent, mon Dieu*. Well, I want you to enter your predatory mode, which you probably don’t know ‘ow to do, seeing ‘ow you ‘ave no control. This will ‘elp with the bloodlust you are bound to ‘ave.” Francis closed his eyes and concentrated, his fangs grew and his already scarlet eyes seemed to grow darker. “It takes practice. But, concentrate on something that makes you really angry, that should ‘elp.” ____ blinked, for she didn’t really have anything to be angry about. “Come on, now, ____. Surely something has made you angry.”

“I don’t really have anything to be angry about, in fact I feel as if I’m floating on air.” _____ quickly slapped a hand over her mouth, not knowing that her emotions would be pulled out of her head and turned into speech. Francis smirked and let his natural perverted attitude arise.

“You know, _____,” he wrapped an arm around her waist and squeezed. “I’ve wanted you for a long time now. And now, I have you, whatever shall I do wiz you?” he purred into _____’s ear before licking the shell of it. She shuddered and squirmed out of his embrace, placing both hands on his chest, granting her the personal space she deemed necessary. “Ohonhonhon, you’re so innocent, I’ll hate the day when I expose you to me in zat light.” He sighed.

“I didn’t mean for that to arise, I just… Um, never mind that.” The traumatized girl walked off away from her mate’s amused form. She blushed, still feeling extremely awkward about the situation at hand. Francis sighed.

“_____, I know it’s hard seeing how this relationship is so sudden and all, but I wish you could feel more comfortable around me. I really love you and I’m willing to help you in whatever way I can. I don’t want you to feel nervous when I bring up the topic of s—“

“It’s fine!” She blushed and looked down at the forest floor, trying to hide her face from the promiscuous Frenchman. He walked behind her and lifted her chin, brushing her bangs out of her face with his opposite hand as he did so.

“Let me know if I’m making you uncomfortable.” _____ nodded, not really feeling confident to speak. “Now think of something that makes you angry, com on.” Why is he so perfect? Why can’t I put my whole being in the hands of this man? He loves me more than anything else… ____ furrowed her brows, already knowing what made her angry.

“I hate that I’m not perfect for you.” She squeezed her eyes shut, willing tears not to flow. Francis gasped in surprise not being able to understand what was happening to his love. He placed his hands on her shoulders only for her to shake them off. “You care so much about me and are willing to go to the ends of the Earth for me. I wish I could do that for you too…” Francis frowned and butted foreheads with ____. This made her open her eyes to reveal a deep scarlet.

“____, I love you exactly as you are. If you weren’t you, I wouldn’t love you like I do.” He kissed her softly, feeling her eyeteeth through her lips. “You did very well for trying to crossover for the first time.” He let his arms sink so that they held ____’s waist.

“What do I do now?” He pulled away from her completely, preparing to give instructions.

“Relax, close your eyes, and smell. You’ll know what to do after that.” He began to sprint away from her at inhuman speed.

“HEY! Where the hell are you going!? Don’t leave me in the woods!” She sprinted after him, testing her new abilities. He only chuckled, still beating her.

“Mon amour, I guess you’re not ready to be alone, yet. Okay, but next time, I’m not staying wiz you.” He stopped and ____ stopped right behind him. The girl was astonished at her new abilities. “Now, relax.” ____ followed his instructions and closed her eyes. “Good, now sniff the air around you.” She continued and felt something immediately snap in her. “Now, how do you feel?” She touched her head, feeling the beginning of a headache.

“In pain and…”

“And?”

“And dizzy.” Francis smiled.

“That means you are hungry, remember that. Now sniff the air again, this time act on your instincts.” ____ repeated her previous actions and immediately felt the need to feed, she sniffed again and smelled some type of animal. “Now describe what you smell.”

“I smell an animal, I think. It’s weird…” Francis smirked.

“Good, you’re a fast learner. Now, go get your dinner.” She ran after the scent, totally disregarding the fact that she was going to drink from a helpless animal. Francis carried on and began his own hunt, leaving ___ on her pursuit for what he assumed to be some type of elk.

_____ was a mile within the forest when she reached the animal, a deer. Her instincts took over her body and she slipped off the tennis shoes she was wearing. She listened to the heartbeat of the deer to find that it was still even and calm, showing that the deer was unaware of the demonic creature surrounding it. ____ tiptoed to the graceful mammal and grabbed its sides with both of her hands. Her strength had also tremendously grown so she was able to maneuver herself so that she broke the deer’s neck without causing it a painful, slow death. Once the animal was dead, ___ smirked at her prize and continued to follow her instincts and bit into the nearest piece of the animal she found. She pierced the hind leg with her fangs and began to drink to her content. She drank the deer dry after about ten minutes. Her eyes were back to their normal shade and her fangs shrank back into eyeteeth. She looked at the limp carcass and didn’t feel disgusted with herself. She began to sniff the air again in search of the familiar scent of roses and wine. She found the targeted man and immediately began to run towards him. She came upon Francis sitting on a tree stump drawing with a stick in the dirt. He perked up at the sound of thumping footsteps.

“There you are, I assume everything went well.” ____ nodded and walked to him.

“Yes. How long have you been sitting here?”

“Only about three minutes, I ate this morning so I’m well-fed. That was very fast for your first hunt, how are you feeling?” ___ assessed her emotions.

“I feel…kind of…bold. I don’t really feel guilty about what I just did, so I don’t know if that’s wrong, but I feel really confident and just…content.” Francis nodded in approval.

“I wouldn’t expect you to feel guilty, not for drinking an animal. I would expect you to feel guilty for drinking a human, though. It’s normal to feel a sense of extreme content after feeding. It’s your body’s way of telling you that you are well fed.” She nodded. “Are you ready to go home now?” _____ looked down to meet Francis’ blue eyes. She pouted and sat her sweat-pants covered bottom on the forest floor.

“We don’t have to leave so soon, it’s pretty outside. I like the smell of the trees.” Francis nodded.

“Whatever you want to do is fine, we just have to be home by five so I can go retrieve the rest of your things from your apartment. I’m not planning on bringing over furniture, so is there any piece of furniture that you would like?”

“My jewelry boxes.” Francis rolled his eyes.

“I was gonna get zat.” _____ chuckled.

“No, nothing comes to mind,” she looked at the treetops and the bright blue sky. “It’s so pretty, do you ever just come out here and sit? I would, it’s a nice change from living in the city.” Francis shook his head.

“No, not really. I must admit that it is calming, I’m glad you enjoy it.” ____ sighed in content and closed her eyes. Francis wrapped an arm around his sleepy mate and watched her relax. _____ let her mind wander until she stumbled upon a childish thought, which led to an even more childish act.

“Francis?”

“Oui*?”

“When’s the last time you played hide-and-seek?” He put his finger to his chin, really trying to think about it.

“I don’t remember, it was probably in the nineteen-tens, when I was a child.” _____ rolled out of his embrace and began to scale up a tree, an ability that surprised her. The sudden movement startled the Frenchman. “Hey! Come back down here, I was very comfortable lying on the ground!” ____ struck a pose atop the tree branch.

“Count to ten and come find me.” Francis smirked and decided to go along with her antics, for she had no clue of the advantage that he had in being the seeker. He could just track her scent, she probably forgot about that.

“Ten, ready or not, here I come.” He climbed up the tree that ___ was previously standing on and picked up the sweet scent immediately. “I’ve got you now.” He sniffed the air again only to find that the scent was literally everywhere. There was no way he could track her and still have her surprised. He frowned, for he was looking forward to catching his love off-guard. “I guess I’ll just have to look.” He listened for any type of strange movement in the forest, such as footsteps. He didn’t find any. Francis smirked, feeling very proud of his woman. “She’s so smart, she knew that I would smell her and she knew that I would detect her footsteps. That means she must be in the trees.” His eyes that had finally regained their shade of blue returned to a deep, blood scarlet. He climbed the rest of the tree so that he had a full view of the forest. Glancing out at the multitude of treetops, Francis saw a figure pop up about a quarter mile away from him. “Zere you are, ____.” He silently leapt from treetop to treetop in pursuit of the (h/c) girl. He was almost caught up with her when she turned to find him directly behind her.

“Ah shit!” Her eyes widened as she began to jump a bit faster. Francis chuckled softly and managed to gently get a hold of her arm.

“Found you, I win.” She rolled her eyes.

“I still did extremely awesome!” Francis patted her head and pulled her so that her body was flush against his.

“You sound like one of my friends.” Francis smiled, noticing that _____ was beginning to feel more comfortable with their new relationship. Francis dropped one of his arms to look at his watch. “It’s five ten. Let’s get going. I want to show you around the house a bit and go pick up your stuff at nine when the sun has set.” ____ raised an eyebrow.

“You need four hours to show me the house?”

“Non*, I want to have a drink with you as well.”

“For four hours?”

“Drinking with others typically leads to long conversation, ______, especially with wine involved. Even more so with the finest French wine in America.” ____ nodded and the pair jumped back to the ground to begin their trek home.

xXx

_____ currently sat in what she dubbed the “multipurpose room” upstairs. There was an office, a flat screen TV, a long couch with three seats and a ping pong table.

“I don’t understand why you have all this stuff, from what you tell me, I thought you were a loner.” Francis rolled his now blue eyes.

“I’m unsociable around humans, I have two friends that are our kind, though.” _____ perked up at the sound of that.

“Ooh! Tell me, do they have girlfriends?!” The woman stood up from the couch and squealed.

“Mates, you mean?”

“Whatever, yeah.”

“Well, one of them does—I’ll tell you about them later though. I want you to focus on me at this moment.” His eyes flickered to a deep red before slowly returning to their original shade of blue. ____ saw this and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Francis, are you okay?” He nodded and swallowed.

“Yeah, I’m not really the jealous type, but I prefer that you don’t really talk about ozher men, I think it just comes with being mated.” _____ nodded.

“I won’t then, I don’t want to make you upset.” ____ shrunk back into her previously shy self. Francis sighed, wishing for her confidence to return.

“It doesn’t make me upset, it makes me uncomfortable. I know you don’t like them in that sense, hell, you ‘aven’t even met them.” He stood and walked down the hall. There were three doors, two on the left side and two on the right. The two on the left had about ten feet of space between them and one of the doors on the right was in the middle of the two doors. The second door on the right was directly across from the multipurpose room door. The first door on the left was the multipurpose room, it sat a bit to the right of the cherry wood stairs. Francis stopped in front of the door on the right that stood between the two doors on the left. “____?”

“Hmm, yes?”

“Can I trust you?” Francis looked down at the ground, truly nervous.

“Of course, why?”

“I want to show you this room another day. It’s just some…disturbing pieces of my past. I would really appreciate it if you stayed far from this room until I have said it’s okay to enter it. I’ll tell you when I’m ready, so please don’t ask. It really is personal.” Francis didn’t meet _____’s eyes. She wrapped him in a hug with a brief strike of confidence.

“I respect your privacy. I understand.” Francis smiled softly and hugged back.

“Merci*.” He pulled away and pointed to the second door on the right. “That room is a spare bedroom. I don’t really have guests, so it’s completely empty. It has its own bathroom though. You can look in it if you want, but it really isn’t all that exciting. Even the walls are white.” Francis walked over to the last door on the left. _____ jumped with glee on the inside, the last room had to be Francis’ bedroom. In the girl’s three years of friendship with the Frenchman, she had been over many times, but never had she set foot upstairs, let alone his bedroom. She kept her facial expression blank, but Francis was able to pick up her excitement. He smirked to himself as he opened the door. “This is our bedroom. I’ll let you look on your own. I want to go prepare the wine.” Before ____ could register the room, Francis had already left and shut the door behind him.

She looked up to the ceiling to see a beautiful crown molding. Underneath the molding was a large king-sized tempurpedic bed. The comforter was black and white striped and the frame was dark wood. The dresser, nightstands, and TV stand were the same shade of wood. The carpet was beige and had a few black fluffy rugs on them. _____’s jaw dropped as she looked around. She noticed something on the nightstand and went to look closer at it. It was a picture hidden under the lamp. She picked it up to find herself and Francis looking back at her. The picture was taken a few months ago, the pair was spending a day at the theme park and decided to go the photo booth. They took plenty of silly pictures, but the one ____ held in her hand was the only serious picture that was taken. He had his hand wrapped around her waist and they both smiled brightly. Her lips turned up as she set the picture down.

“How did I not notice it then? He liked me from the beginning…” She continued her look-around and saw a door towards the far right of the room. _____ opened it only to find the master bathroom. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped at the beauty before her, a claw-foot bathtub and a beautifully tiled shower. There were two granite countertop sinks side-by-side. There was also a door on each side of the shower. She opened the one closest to her to find a huge closet filled with all of Francis’ clothes. But, that would mean…“His and her closets?!” ____ ran over to the second door to and opened it. Her prediction was confirmed when she saw an equally large empty closet. She grinned before deeming herself ready to go back downstairs and speak with Francis. She climbed down the dark wooden stairs and made her way to the equally beautiful kitchen. Francis had a bottle of chardonnay on the counter that seated three barstools. He patted the barstool adjacent to him, motioning for _____ to join him. She followed and he filled both of the glasses on the table with the wine.

“Did you like it?”

“Like it? No, I loved it! It’s amazing. You’re so classy in taste!” Francis chuckled softly and handed her the glass. “Anyways what do you want to talk about?” She sniffed the wine glass, debating on whether or not she should drink.

“Remember the friends I was talking about earlier?” _____ nodded. “I want to tell you about them. When I deem you ready, I would really like for you to go meet them. I really think you’ll like Gilbert’s mate. The two of you seem like you’ll get along extremely well.”

“That’s cool, I’ll appreciate having another woman to talk to.” Francis took a long sip of his wine before wiggling his eyebrows.

“Am I not enough for you, _____?” The girl willed herself not to blush, but a light pink dusted her cheeks.

“Well, I just like talking to other women.”

“I can certainly find ways to keep you busy.” He winked before leaning back in his barstool, gently sipping the dark red liquid. ____ blushed and hid her face in the granite countertop.

“Stop creating innuendo!” the muffled response came. The Frenchman chuckled and set his glass down. He pulled _____ out of her chair and sat her on his lap.

“You’re so cute, ma chère*!” He stroked her (h/c) locks back while she sat stiffly in his lap.

“You are not helping my current situation!” She blushed darker and only made him laugh some more.

“You’re beautiful when you blush! I like it.” She let out a low growl before sinking in his lap and crossing her arms.

“Is there anything else you want to talk about?” His expression and tone completely changed to be extremely serious.

“Yes. I don’t want you out of the house while I’m gone. I want you to have your freedom, but this is really important you first few months. I want you in the house when I’m gone, or I want you with me. The only exception is if you enter your predatory mode. If that happens, go hunt immediately.” _____ nodded, listening to his every word. His eyes narrowed. “All I ask is that you listen to me, this is the only rule I don’t want to bend at all.”

“I understand.”

“Good, _____. Now, give me some love for the road!” Francis leaned his head down and puckered his lips, his hands held limply behind his back and his eyes closed. _____ rolled her eyes and kissed him softly. “I’ll be back soon, _____. Je t’aime*.”

“I love you, too.” He hurried out the door with car keys that ____ wasn’t familiar with. Must be for a bigger vehicle. Now, what do I do? She looked around the house she was now well acquainted with. “A bath would be nice…” The woman carried herself upstairs to go soak in the claw foot bathtub.

xXx

Francis had driven down to ____’s apartment complex in his truck. He didn’t really have it for pleasure, but it was nice and it came in handy more times than not, now being one of those times. He was sitting on _____’s couch, he got in with the spare key that she always kept hidden in the flower pot outside. He had loaded up her whole wardrobe and had thrown away all the food. The storage company would be coming tomorrow to pick up all her large furniture and move it to a community storage area. All he had to do now was pick up the two boxes he made and leave. One box was full of pictures, the other was filled with toiletries and comforters. He also placed a book that was kept shut by a lock. It was her journal. She never really went anywhere without it. The key to it was always kept in her wallet which was located in a purse of hers (which he had already put in the car). He picked up the rest of his items and looked around the empty apartment before shutting and locking the door.

xXx

______ had just finished her well-deserved bath when she realized that she had no clean clothes to wear. The girl blushed as she wrapped a towel around her and walked to the closet on the far left of the bathroom: Francis’ closet. She shuddered as she opened the door to find garment-on-top-of –garment in the room.

“He won’t mind…” She reached a shaky hand out and grabbed a white long-sleeved sweater shirt. _____ proceeded to the tempurpedic that awaited her and rolled into bed. She was immediately overwhelmed with the scent of her mate. She, against her will, groaned out in longing at his scent. “Francis…”

xXx

Francis had just returned back home and was bringing ______’s toiletries and clothes up, ready to put them into her closet for her. He assumed ____ was somewhere upstairs seeing as how he couldn’t find her downstairs. He eventually made his way to the last door and knock softly. He didn’t receive a response and opened the door.

“____?” He poked his head in to find her figure slumped up in his bed. He chuckled at the sight and continued to the bathroom. “I’ll see you in a bit.” He hung up all the clothes neatly and stacked her toiletries underneath her sink with exception of the shampoo, conditioner, shaving cream, and her loofah that he found in her shower. He went to his own closet and pulled of his hunting attire. He picked a pair out of the very few pairs of pajama pants he had and threw them on. He tied his hair back as well before going out to bed.

He smiled, for this would be the first time in about three years that he would get more than thirty minutes of sleep daily. He didn’t need it, but the rest was well appreciated. He would always sneak out about this time to go check on _____, his line of attraction to her so strong that he couldn’t help it. He sighed as he slid into bed next to the sleeping woman. He reached a hand out to touch her when he saw what she was wearing and his eye popped out of their sockets. She was wearing his shirt! This was something the Frenchman could only dream about. His smile turned into a smirk and his stare transformed into a half-lidded, lusty, hazy, extremely French gaze. He took both hand and pulled the woman closer to him, waking her up in the process.

“Hmm…?”

“Mon amour, I didn’t expect to see you in my clothes so soon. I would at least expect a week, though I know you can’t resist the beauty of the French!” He gushed, still with the same lusty face. ____ paled as she listened to what he was implying.

“There is no way that we’re having sex within the time-span of week. At the very least, a month.” Francis’ face fell and he looked absolutely heartbroken.

“You wound me, _____. Why would anyone wait zat long?!”

“Because I’m making you wait.” His eye twitched.

“But, that will be torture!” He looked as if he was about to cry. _____ went to pat his blonde head when she realized that he was shirtless.

“Oh God, please tell me you’re wearing pants!” He smirked and winked in her direction.

“Yes, but don’t expect in to last very long, ohonhonhonhon.” ____ flicked his forehead.

“Stop being a pervert.”

“I can’t. It’s a part of me!”

“Stop being a pervert for the rest of the night.”

“Fine.” ____ patted his head and rolled over so that her back was facing him.

“G’night.” Francis pouted and crossed his arms, fully sitting up now.

“Is that anyway to tell the love of your life good night, ____?” She rolled her eyes and leaned in to peck his lips. When she tried to pull away, Francis held her shoulders. “Just relax, don’t make zhings go too fast. I just want to stay like this for a little while.” His blue eyes shimmered and he knew that he wrapping _____ around his finger. She leaned in and gave him a real kiss, a sweet kiss. Not a sloppy tongue kiss, nor a half-done peck, but a sweet kiss. She pulled away and butted foreheads with him.

“Goodnight, Francis.”

“Bonne nuit*, _______.” She pulled all the way away to lie down when her wrist was grabbed. “Wait.”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He released her and let her fall back to the bed only to be pulled into his arms. Her body relaxed against his chest, feeling every bare abdominal and pectoral muscle through the thin fabric of her shirt. He reached a hand down and patted the mess of (h/c) hair. He snuggled up to her and leaned his chin on her shoulder. Phase one and day two complete.