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A/N: Welcome, my beautifuls! This story was originally planned for only Wattpad, but since I haven't posted anything in awhile I thought it wouldn't hurt to let all of you read it here. The second chapter will be posted here on Fanfiction in three weeks. I hope all of you enjoy! :)

Hearts on Auto

Chapter 1

Come on; Come on. Please, turn on. The blonde french woman frantically tried and tried again to turn her most definitely aged cell phone on, but it seemed that it had finally met its last minute. Out of all the times it could have decided to screw up, it had to be this one! Rain poured onto it as she attempted to fix it, but it almost seemed impossible due to the liquid getting into the cracks. The situation was clear. The phone was fried, and she was officially stuck.

The female finally quit, deciding it was a lost cause. She simply stood amid the falling tears of the sky. Thunder came but she did not jump. A little bit of it was not a bad thing. What was a bad, more unfortunate, event was the fact that nothing was working. She knew God was with her at all times, yet there she was waiting for someone to be kind enough to help her start her car which had of course broken down on the side of the bridge then had somehow locked her out.

Purple irises, matching the five amethysts on the ring around her right ring finger, looked over the horizon, its dark, star-ridden sky and shining, midnight waters reflecting in them, which suddenly glowed brighter. "Are you alright, lass? You seem to be in quite the mess. Your car not starting?" a low voice finally came. Her head turned towards the male, tall and quite handsome. It even seemed to put her in a bit of a trance for a moment before she once again gained herself. His hair was a beautiful blue, short hair standing up on the top with a long flowing tail hanging on his muscular shoulder. Red eyes glimmered in the moonlight as white teeth sparkled, a fang on the side of his smile.

Those red eyes- she knew them but who they belonged to she was unsure. He looked so familiar - so familiar. Who was this man? She studied him for a fraction of a second, trying not to get caught staring. He was most certainly handsome - so handsome. What was the flutter in her chest? Why was she feeling it? Why was she starting to feel the butterflies migrating to her stomach?

"A-ah," she stammered, barely audible due to the rain muffling it. "Yes, I have not been having the best of luck tonight, and my car broke down. When I tried to call my roommate, it seemed that the rain was getting into my phone, frying it," she explained with a slightly embarrassed tone. The oddly-familiar looking male gave a small chuckle, trying to lighten up the mood. Luckily, he was successful, and the young woman was laughing. "Would you mind helping me?" Blue hair bobbed up and down.

"You can hop in my car until I get this fixed. There should be a towel in the back; you can dry off a bit with that," he told her. She shook her head before opening her mouth to speak – that is she was going to speak until her rescuer interrupted the start of her statement. "If you are worried that I will do something bad to you, I swear I will not. I have to fix your car, so I won't even be near you. Also, I would not like for you to get a cold. You are already so soaked." Reluctantly, she nodded- and turned towards the car.

Her eyes widened once she got a glance. It was not a truck or a normal car as she was expecting, but a Chulainn – the best car on the market, and not only that but they were extremely expensive. She turned to him, seeing him looking at the engine of her car which honestly looked like a piece of moldy bread compared to what she had been told to sit in. "Um, are you sure you would like me sitting in your car? That's a five and a half million dollar car." Red eyes went to her with a sudden smile appearing.

"Of course you can. Don't worry; that's an old car. It's not even worth half of what it was originally worth. Plus, I have others. Just hop in," he urged her. He has others?! How much money does this man have?! Seriously, half of that car is still worth more than all of my possessions combined times five!

"O-oh, um, alright." And with that, she was suddenly inside the best brand of car in the world, wrapped in a previously neatly folded towel from the back. She looked through the tinted windows of the automobile, watching as the stranger looked at the engine of the car. Her eyes soon went to the setting around her. Her eyes studied the luxurious features. Abruptly, the door of the driver's side opened and closed. Looking to her left, she was staring into the red eyes of her helper. He scratched his head.

"It seems that you had a complete engine failure, so I'm having a tower come. For now, I can bring you home", the Irishman told her, earning a head shake from the one in the front seat. He looked at her in surprise before the woman spoke up.

"I appreciate your kindness, but I do not trust strangers taking me home," she explained with a stern voice. The next thing she heard was a soft chuckle. Amethyst eyes aimed toward him in confusion. Why was he laughing? "I'm sorry, but may I ask what is so funny?" Rubies aimed back, a crescent below them.

"It is nothing. I was just going to say that it was understandable, but there is no need to worry about that with me." The French female was not sure of what the man meant. He did look familiar, but she had never met him before. She did not recognize him as anyone she knew – that is until he continued. "It has been awhile, grá sa todhchaí. So, how have you been, Jeanne?" And then, it clicked. An image from her childhood flashed from her mind. "It is wonderful to meet you, grá sa todhchaí. I am lucky to meet such a lovely, little lass such as yourself."

Jeanne stared at him in disbelief, not believing what she was hearing, not believing what she was seeing. She had forgotten about him. How could she forget about him? She knew him. How could she stop knowing him? He was important to her. How did he become unimportant to her? "It matters not if anyone does not find you beautiful, love. Just remember; I do. You are the most beautiful woman on this earth, in this universe. There is no soul more beautiful than you, love." His lips. His lips. His soft lips. She could see them. They were right in front of her - right in her reach. "C-Cu? Is-is that you?" Cu nodded.

"I've missed you," he informed her. "Am I able to take you home now?" A chuckle. Jeanne simply continued to look at him. A minute passed before she started giggling. "Yes, you may bring me home, Cu." And with that, they hit the road. After a while, the woman spoke once more. "I can't believe I didn't recognize you. You just-I mean, the last time I saw you, you were younger. How long has it been? Four years?" The hound nodded.

"Yep, around that long unfortunately. Honestly, it took me awhile to recognize you," he chuckled, giving her a glance. The female laughed as she felt the car come to a stop, a red light shining on the dashboard of the car. She wrapped her arms around his neck, taking her chance to hug him. She heard him lend a laugh before rubbing his cheek against her head which was pressed up against his shoulder. "I missed you," he mumbled once more.

Jeanne kept her head on his muscular shoulder even as he drove. Her eyelids rested, feeling the smooth ride of the Chulainn. And soon, she heard the sound of Cu putting his vehicle in park. "Jeanne," he whispered, purple eyes went up to him - a bit of sadness in them. She did not want to leave his side. It had been four years. "Would you like to spend the night at my house? It does not look like anyone is home. I am assuming that you live with Arturia and Guinevere." She nodded.

"Yes, nobody is home. They are both spending the night at their respective boyfriend's house. Which reminds me, are you aware of Artie dating Diarmuid?" A nod.

"I am. That is why I asked," he gave a small smile. "So, would you like to spend the night at my house? It would be much better than spending your night alone." Jeanne grinned at him with excitement.

"I would love to. Why don't you come in while I pack a bag? It'll only take a moment or two." He then followed her to the door of the house that she and her two roommates were currently renting. She led him to her room. He looked around, complimenting the style of the apartment. She thanked him with a happy smile as she packed.

"Bring a swimsuit as well. I have a hot tub that we can go in. Oh yeah, you can also take a shower at my place. I do not mind," he informed her. She gave him an excited, little nod. So damn cute.

She did not remember what led to it. It was as if she had blacked out, but it mattered not. She loved it. She loved him. How long has it been? His lips. His lips. They were connected, locked to hers in a strong release of love. Her hand wandered his bare upper body, sweat covering both it as well as her own. The steam from the hot tub was not helping. It was making it worse.

His lips. His lips. They traveled. They traveled down to her neck. His teeth, they squeezed on her as he sucked on her skin, leaving a red mark, his mark. "I love you. I love you. I love you." Both repeated this. It had been too long. "What do you mean you have not had your first kiss as of yet? I do not believe that for a second - a girl as beautiful as you?"

She giggled. "No, Cu, I have not had my first kiss yet. I am waiting for someone to kiss me rather me kissing them, which is taking quite awhile. I am not like you who can just find someone within a second and start kissing them." The remark made him laugh. He knew it was true. The blue-haired college student could swoon any female (or male) within a second.

"Are you calling me handsome or are you trying to call me a man whore, darling?" he chuckled, giving her an ornery look. There was a smug smirk upon his face, telling the woman to be cautious. She gave a smile, trying not to burst out laughing. "Fine, fine, if you're going to be calling me a man whore then maybe I should get you to do something a bit naughty."

"I'm not calling you that; I swear. And plus, I'm not going to do anything my father wouldn't want me to," the fresh eighteen-year old informed him.

"I bet I can get you to do something." She shook her head. "I bet I can get rid of your little problem as well." The French girl gave a confused expression. What did he mean by getting rid of her little problem? "Anyway, close your eyes. I need to give you your birthday present, sweetheart."

"Cu, I told you that you didn't have to get anything," replied the female with an embarrassed smile.

"Well, too bad. I'm not returning it unless it either doesn't fit you or you don't like it. Now come now, darling, close your eyes." Giggling, she did as she was told. There was a moment of silence before a hand slipped behind her neck, the other slipping something onto her right ring finger – a perfectly sized ring. Her lips then locked with his, and his tongue touched hers ever so gently. The younger one sunk into the kiss, wrapping her arms around her long love as his hands went to her waist. It took them awhile before they separated.

The two breathed heavily, wanting oxygen in their lungs. Jeanne's eyes drifted to the gift wrapped around her finger – a sterling silver ring with rhinestones around five beautiful amethysts. It was beautiful. She had never seen a ring as beautiful as the one she was just given. Through breaths, Cu questioned her. "So, do you like it? I know that you wanted a class ring but never had the money to get one. So, instead I bought you that one." She stayed quiet, simply staring at the shimmering surface of the stones. before basically throwing herself at him, kissing him as she landed on his muscular chest.

She remembered his strong hands moving up and down her waist as they were at that moment. She remembered the same lack of oxygen she had within her lungs. She remembered the same passion within his kiss, however it seemed that it had somehow grown stronger.

Their lips suddenly parted, their foreheads pressing against each other. Red and purple met before the blue-haired man spoke up in a breathy manner. "I-I'll be right back," he told her before lightly placing a kiss on her lips and head and proceeding to exit the hot tub. He made his way to the large doors, leading him to the kitchen. "Alo," he called as quietly as he could so the one in the other room would not hear him.

"Yes, Master?" In a shroud of black and purple dust, a tall woman appeared before him in a bow. "You called for me." Her light blue eyes looked into her liege's. She knew of what he was going to ask of her.

"I'm sure you can already tell, but I would like for you to set up the bath and bed. Make it as romantic as possible. And if you plan to pour champagne into some glasses, Jeanne does not drink alcohol so if you would please find a substitute that would be wonderful