Hello everyone! This cute/ dramatic/sexy Lumiere & Babette story came to me when I was a little board in History class. We're actually doing that time period at the moment.

K+ rated, because of certain suggestions of certain hot stuff.

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Chapter 1

Babette ran the brush through her short dark tresses, smiling at her reflection as she did so. It was the night of her and Lumiere's anniversary, which was something she had been looking forward to all week. Her lover always spoiled her with a private dinner (cooked by him, of course), or a carriage ride, or something equally as romantic.

The maid giggled slightly, involuntarily flashing a wolf grin as she thought of the other certain things he did to spoil her. Lumiere was a passionate, caring lover, which she found perfect...and he never objected to her, ahem, returning the favour.

All of a sudden, the chambermaid heard a knock at her door. Standing, Babette placed the brush on the vanity, and inquired "Oui?"

The voice of her beloved came from the other side "It is just me, cheri. May I come in?" he asked politely. His tone, she quickly realised, was laced with mischief. This caused her anticipation and impatience to grow immensely, as it always did.

The maid opened the door, and a fervent kiss was instantly pressed to her lips. She smirked, knowing full well who it was, and wasted no time in pulling Lumiere inside, by his cravat. She whispered between kisses "Joyeux anniversair mon cher."

The Frenchman was the first to break their kiss "Joyeux anniversair, ma cheri" he gasped.

Babette smiled "Merci. Joyeux anniversair mon cher" she replied, then placed a sweet, teasing kiss on his cheek.

Lumiere, however, stopped her with a simple hand on her back. She pulled away from his cheek, a puzzled look about her "What is wrong?" she inquired. Her mind swam "I hope I have not done anything wrong. Was I too forward? Does he want to take things slowly?"

The maitre'd, however, simply grinned charmingly and answered "I am afraid you are going to have to wait to indulge in our passions, ma cheri, for that is not all that I have planned tonight."

Babette's mood brightened at the news "What else have you planned?" she asked, as if she were a small child anxiously awaiting a Christmas present.

Her suitor simply took her hand, and led her out of the bedroom.

He rounded the corner, his love in tow, and then stopped. Turning to her, Lumiere whispered "Wait here s'il vous pliat. I will be right back" and then he disappeared around the next corner.

Cogsworth stood there, looking board and uneasy. Lumiere asked in a hushed voice "Is the carriage ready?"

The butler replied, his voice lowered also "No. There was a small issue, and the horses refused to cooperate."

The tall Frenchman sighed heavily "Very well. I will break the news to Babette. Merci beacucoup mon ami" he answered, before disappearing again.

He took Babette's hand, and she inquired "Is something the matter?"

"Our plans for the evening have been changed, mon cheri" Lumiere answered.

The maid seemed dejected momentarily, but, once again, her mood brightened. She grinned seductively "Well, I am sure that we can find another way to amuse ourselves" she purred in a sultry tone.

The Frenchman chuckled somewhat deviously "Mmm, how lovely" he answered huskily. Their lips locked in a passionate, heated kiss, and his hands began to explore on their own accord. The young man ran his hands over the familiar curves, making creases on her dress, while she ran her hands up his chest and down his sides.

Babette broke the kiss softly and slowly, her breathing already laboured and her voice huskier "This is probably a better way to spend our anniversary" she said. Her suitor chuckled and kissed her again, practically melting as the feeling of her tongue grazed his.

All of a sudden, the slightly disgusted and slightly angry voice of Cogsworth came from beside them "Really, can't the both of you at least do that in a room!? There is no need for anyone to see that!"

Lumiere broke the kiss and looked at him "Mon ami, you really have the worst timing. Also, for your information, we were about to go to my lovely Babette's room" he said, annoyed.

Cogsworth rolled his eyes "Fine. Just go" he responded, walking away.

The miatre'd chuckled, turning back to his lover "To think I almost forgot about our anniversary" he whispered. He tried to kiss her again, but she crossed her arms in front of her, stopping him.

Before he could question why, she raised an eyebrow "You almost forgot?" she repeated.

The tall man rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed "Oui. I…had so much on my mind that…" he gave a short, nervous laugh "I nearly forgot about tonight" he replied.

Babette rolled her eyes and sighed "Lumiere! I cannot believe you! This is so typical!" she said.

The maitre'd answered, trying to calm her down "I almost f-forgot about it. But then I did not, and I organised the carriage ride, but something happened, and…we were, well…"

She interrupted fervently "Exactly, we were doing that. However, I am very much not in the mood anymore. Bon nuit."

Lumiere started "Babette, s'il vus plait…"

However, she was not listening. In fact, the maid had already walked away to her room.

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Oh no, what have you done now Lumiere?!

I'm sorry if this chapter was a bit too 'hot' for you all, but for some reason, I just ended up writing that. Don't worry though, this will be the only particularly 'hot' chapter. Please wait patiently for the next one, because I have a French assignment due and I have to focus on that.

I'll see you all soon,

-Babetteisawesome