A/N: There are three bits of sexual content in this chapter. There is a line where it starts and where it ends.

Chapter Four: Finally Reunited

The following morning after breakfast, Frances was supposed to be looking over some reports, however, the servants found her in the entryway, walking around once again, uncharacteristically absentmindedly.

She was missing Sebastian. He had sent her reassurance that he would be returning soon, however, it was getting harder to be without him. She didn't want to be so clingy, but… she couldn't help it. She missed his presence. She loved him. Her hand started to tingle again. She pulled it close to her face as she looked at it. It had been nearly a month without him. It's been the hardest month she had ever lived through. She tried to hide it with her smiles and emerging herself in work, however… A sigh escaped her lips. She lowered it, continuing to walk aimlessly around the entryway.

Mey-rin, Bard, and Finny watched her.

"She seems to be in poor spirits, yes." Mey-rin said, quietly.

"Well," Bard said, "she has hit the ground running since…"

Their faces fell.

"We should cheer her up!" Finny said, lips breaking into a large smile.

"B-But, what should we do?" Mey-rin asked.

They remained in silence for a moment, thinking over what they could do. Bard's eyes suddenly lit up.

"She likes to bake cookies with us." Bard commented, hitting his fist into his open palm.

Mey-rin and Finny's eyes lit up. Mey-rin brought her hands to her chin while Finny raised his fists into the air.

"Yes, that'll brighten her spirit, yes!" Mey-rin exclaimed.

"Let's try it!" Finny shouted, excitedly.

They walked towards her. Frances looked up as they approached. She gave them a small smile.

"Hey, guys." She said, softly.

"Frances, do you want to make some cookies right now?" Mey-rin asked.

"Sure. Let's go make some." She answered, nodding absently.

They nodded as well. Her friends turned. Frances took a step forward. Her soul jolted. She turned and ran out the door, slamming it shut behind her. The three of them turned to the door with wide-eyed stares. Little Man Tanaka poked his head out from the salon.

"Ho?" He asked, confused.

Frances ran down the few stairs that led to the front door of the manor, around the shrubbery, and got to the start of the driveway. She stopped. Her smile widened, her heart hammered in her chest, her soul felt like she was soaring.

"Sebastian." She whispered.

The demon butler's silhouette was seen calmly walking up the drive.

The servants ran out the door. They saw her take off running once again.

"Frances!" Bard called.

They followed, turning to look down the drive. Their eyes widened when they saw…

"Sebastian!" They all cried.

Frances slowed her run to a stop as she looked over him. Ciel was in his arms, asleep. Her brows furrowed. Something was… different. She looked up into Sebastian's eyes, feeling his anger, annoyance, and irritation flare slightly over his relief, overwhelming happiness, and love.

"I'll explain later." He said.

She nodded. A smile broke across her lips as tears filled her eyes. His eyes softened. She moved to his side instantly wrapping her arms around his waist, inhaling his warm scent. She felt his chin gently touch the top of her head as a way to hug her back. He greedily inhaled the sweet scent of her soul. She moved back with a brilliant smile, her eyes still watery.

"Sebastian!" The three servants cried.

They stopped in front of them and gasped. Their eyes zeroing in on the boy in Sebastian's arms.

"Young Master!" They cried out.

"He's all right. He'll be sleeping for a few days, but I assure you, he's all right." Sebastian said.

"Where have you two been?" Bard asked.

"I was under orders from the Young Master." Sebastian said, vaguely.

There were murmurs and nods from the other servants.

"Please, excuse us. Frances and I shall put the Young Master to bed." Sebastian said, glancing meaningfully at her.

She nodded.

"Yes, Sebastian."

She followed Sebastian into the manor, leaving her friends behind.

The two older servants exchanged knowing looks. Finny continued smiling slightly and innocently. They walked inside the manor.

Frances followed Sebastian up the stairs to the Young Master's room. He looked at her with a silent command to stay. She gave a small nod as her heart pounded and her whole body tingled. She waited for him in the hallway. Sebastian gave her a smile before he turned and walked into the room. Frances only waited a minute when she saw the door open and closed. She saw his blur appear before her. She looked up to see his eyes were glowing a bright fuchsia/orange with hunger. His hands reached up to cup her face as her hands reached up to touch his. Her eyes nearly closed at the contact.

"Sebas—"

He kissed her, cutting off her words and thoughts. Her hands went into his hair, pulling him closer as her eyes closed completely. A moan escaped her lips as they kissed over and over. His hands trailed down her neck, causing her breath to hitch and her body to shiver at his touch. They went past her shoulders to her waist. She felt herself being pulled into his arms, but not once did they break the spine-tingling, breath-taking kiss. She felt the rush of air through her hair before feeling the soft blankets of her bed on her back. He shredded her clothing as her hands went to his clothing, taking everything off, their breathing ragged. When she got to his pants, he broke the kiss to look at her. His demonic eyes swirled. She smiled widely. Her hands cupped his face again, moving his strand of hair with her pinky.

"It's time." She whispered.

The demon's eyes widened. A dark smile grew on the demon's lips. He descended upon her mouth with renewed fervor as her hands undid his pants. Once his pants were off, a small gasp escaped her lips as she immediately felt his private anatomy poke into her thigh. He used that to stick his long demon tongue down her throat as his sharp nails traced her scars. She removed his undergarment as she arched her back. She broke the steamy kiss to take a lungful of air. The demon instantly attacked her neck with kisses, bites, licks, and sucks as soon as her lips left his.

Suddenly, he lifted a hand and waved around the room. Frances could feel the darkness when she suddenly gasped as his length entered her. She whimpered slightly as the pain at being stretched filled her, her grip tightened on his hips. He kissed up to her ear, still inserting himself deeper inside.

"You are so strong, Frances." He whispered seductively into her ear.

She sighed at his voice. She missed it so much. Her hands trailed up his pale, well sculpted chest causing the demon to warble.

"M-M-Mal-ph-as…" She moaned as he softly bit her ear.

The demon's eyes flashed and he thrusted the remaining length inside her causing her to gasp and cry out loudly. He stilled inside her to allow her to get used to his size. He watched as she breathed heavily. She could feel his eyes on her, feel the overwhelming happiness at being with her. She felt the same way. She opened her eyes, that were alit with desire and love. She trailed her hands up his chest to cup his face. She moved a few of his stray bangs from his face. He sighed as he leaned into her touch. He looked into her eyes. She was about to nod, telling him she was ready when he pulled just to her entrance before plunging back in causing her grip to tighten on his face as her eyes squeezed shut in pain. One hand braced himself by her head while his other hand gently ran up and down the length of her body before coming up to cup one of her breasts eliciting a new gasp as he gently played with her nipple. He smirked as she moaned softly in between the whimpers of pain.

Soon the pain dissipated and a new feeling emerged as did their song, his song, her song, and a new song. She started raising her hips to meet his thrusts. Her breaths coming in pants and loud moans as the feeling continued to build. His hand stopped playing with her nipples as he looked over her new scars that ran across the front of her body from her stomach to her chest and breasts. A sense of pride, sadness, and love filled him. His hand slowly caressed over the one on her left breast earning a new sound as she twitched.

"Nngh! M-Mal-ph-as!"

The demon's eyes widened in pleasure at the new sound causing him to thrust into her a bit faster. She made the noise again.

"Nngh!"

She arched her back, her hands going around his neck pulling him closer until their lips met. After a few minutes, she bit his lips slightly. He pulled away with a growl. He thrusted into her with his demon speed, her thrusts no longer matched his. She cried out, clutching him tighter.

"My mate!" He growled, demonically.

"M-Mal-ph-as!" She cried out, her hands tightened on his shoulders.

The demon hummed in pleasure. His clawed hand ran up to her heart, growing warmer as he moved upwards. When his hand touched her heart, it felt like she was burning.

"N-Nngh! M-Mal—"

A scream cut through as she suddenly went over the edge, unable to finish his name. The demon let out a roar as he too exploded inside her.

As he fell back into his body, he lowered his head between her breasts, his clawed hand upon her heart. Both their breathing was heavy. When he recovered a few seconds later, he lifted his head as he felt her fingers run through his hair as she tried to get her breathing under control. An open-mouthed grin crossed his lips as he saw his mark on her heart. He could now feel the overwhelming love she has for him and the blissful pleasure he had just given her. He couldn't help but shiver at the love as it filled him nor the please warble/purr that was as loud as her pounding heart. He nuzzled his mark on her heart earning a gasp from her. He looked up. Their eyes met. They could see and feel the love they have for one another.

Frances leaned her head forward to see the mark. Her eyes widened. It wasn't the symbol on his hand, but rather a beautifully big, black crow feather that fell across her heart. She lifted her hand and gently traced it, moving across his claws lightly which twitched.

Frances: It's beauti~~~~ful~~~~~!*

She sang breathlessly. The demon smiled a sharp tooth grin. He leaned his head until their noses touched.

"It's different because you are my mate and mine alone. No one else will have you. You are my human. My beautiful, strong mate."

Her eyes filled with tears.

"Mal—"

She was cut off when he kissed her. She kissed him back. They spent the rest of the afternoon intwined in each other, enjoying many rounds of passion until he finally allowed the two of them to sleep at midnight.

The next day, Frances awoke pleasantly sore. She felt the calm, even breaths from her demon as well as his weight on her chest. She opened her eyes and looked down to see his eyes were closed. She could feel that he was indeed asleep. She didn't want to wake him up, but she really wanted to run her fingers through his hair as he's done to her many times. After a moment, she did start running her fingers through his hair very lightly and gently. This caused him to tighten his arms around her waist and nuzzle his head deeper into her chest. She stilled her hand so he wouldn't wake up. He didn't and relaxed into her, still sleeping, purring quietly. She smiled.

*How adorable.* She thought, resuming petting him.

He continued to purr.

Meanwhile, Bard, Finny, and Mey-rin sat at the servants' table waiting for Frances to tell them what to make for lunch as per their routine. Well, usually in the morning when Mey-rin came in she would tell them what she would like for lunch and dinner while breakfast she would tell them the night before after dinner. They hadn't eaten since dinner yesterday. Frances nor Sebastian emerged from her room. However, Bard and Mey-rin did not want to disturb the two as they knew they wanted "alone time" and decided not to bother them, but now they were getting hungry.

"Damn it!" Bard shouted, slamming his fists against the table, startling the others, "I want to eat!"

"We have to wait for Frances and Sebastian, yes we do." Mey-rin reminded him gently.

"But, I'm the chef! Frances knows I can handle it!"

"But, she hasn't written down the instructions of what to make yet…" Finny pointed out.

"Tch! Instructions, instructions!" Bard grumbled, crossing his arms in irritation.

"Why don't we just ask them to make us something?" Finny suggested, getting up from the table.

"We-We can't do that, no!" Mey-rin exclaimed.

Finny tilted his head innocently.

"Why not?"

Bard and Mey-rin shared a glance. They looked back at Finny. Mey-rin fiddled with her fingers, attempting to not let blood gush out of her nose as she tried not to picture Sebastian and Frances… She shook her head.

"W-Well, Frances would be able to know that we are wondering when she will come down and-and if we open the do-door, she'll know too!" Mey-rin explained.

"Then… what about the window?" Finny suggested.

Mey-rin and Bard looked at one another. They turned back to Finny with matching grins.

"Let's go get the ladder!" Bard exclaimed, throwing a fist in the air.

"Yeah!" Finny cried, throwing his fist into the air as well.

"Yes!" Mey-rin shouted, at the same time as she too threw her fist into the air.

"Ho, ho, ho." Little Man Tanaka said, marching in place with a mini ladder in his arms.

They made it outside with a really long ladder. They had placed it at the window of her room. Mey-rin and Bard were the ones climbing to her window while Finny held it at the base. They made it to her window. Mey-rin and Bard cupped their hands around their eyes to peek between the slight opening of the curtains. Frances glanced at them. The two of them flinched back in shock. They yelped as they nearly fell, but managed to catch themselves. Mey-rin hanging upside down while Bard ducked down.

Frances couldn't help, but giggle at her friends. She figured that they must be hungry as she didn't give them her instructions for breakfast last night seeing as she didn't have dinner with them. She too was hungry. All those rounds of passion… She blushed. She summoned ink, a pen, paper, and a book. She wrote a quick note. Once she finished, she sent everything, but the paper away. She sent that to her friends.

Mey-rin and Baldroy climbed down the ladder. They rubbed their injured body parts as they stood on solid ground. Suddenly, a piece of paper appeared in Finny's hands.

"What?! Where did… Oh!" Finny started before realizing.

"What? Wha' happ'ned?!" Bard exclaimed, worriedly.

"Yes, what?" Mey-rin asked.

"It's from Frances." Finny said, showing them the letter.

"Oh." Bard and Mey-rin said at the same time.

The four of them looked over it together. Little Man Tanaka sitting on a step of the ladder. It read:

Dear Finny, Bard, Mey-rin, Tanaka,

For lunch today will be sandwiches. We have turkey, ham, bacon, lettuce, tomatoes, and cheese to make them with. For dinner we'll have chicken with steamed vegetables and white rice. Can one of you please make me two turkey, lettuce, and bacon sandwiches? Don't worry about bringing it up to me. I'll summon it in fifteen minutes. Thank you.

Love,

Frances

"…Guess she knew that we were hungry." Finny said with a laugh, rubbing the back of his head.

"Yes! We get to eat food!" Bard yelled throwing his fist in the air.

"Let's go to the kitchen and get started then, yes!" Mey-rin commanded.

"Ho, ho, ho." Tanaka laughed.

"Yes! Food!" Bard cried again.

Frances smiled as she heard their exclamations. She continued running her fingers through the demon's sinfully silky hair. She lightly dozed off, as peacefulness filled her.

About fifteen minutes later, Frances awoke feeling Mey-rin's satisfaction of finishing her sandwiches. She looked down to see that Malphas was still asleep.

*It must have been a long trip for him to be asleep this long.* She thought, lightly running her fingers through his hair.

Frances summoned the food to her hand. The second it landed in her hand, her stomach growled rather loudly. She ate in quiet peace, careful not to eat over her demon. A smile spread over her lips.

*My demon.* She thought, happily.

She ate quickly. Once she finished with her food, she sent the plate back to the kitchen to get washed. She leaned back with a contented sigh as her fingers went through his hair once again. He began to make his warbling/purring sound as he nuzzled her chest, arms tightening before he lifted his head and met her brown eyes with his red ones.

"Good afternoon, my mate. Did you enjoy your lunch?" He asked her, smiling.

She nodded, "Good afternoon, Malphas. I did enjoy my lunch, thank you. I'm sorry if I woke you."

He smiled. He leaned up and embraced her lips. She kissed him back. They pulled away. Her hand continued to run through his hair. His hand gently ran up and down her stomach causing her to sigh. Her head suddenly filled with questions. The demon's lips twitched into a smaller smile. He raised his hand, gently caressing her cheek.

"Ask all your questions, my mate." He murmured, softly.

She did not hesitate.

"What happened with the Young Master? He seems… different. Like a part of him is missing."

The demon's eyes narrowed and flashed as he scowled.

"Someone took a part of his soul away." He growled, angrily.

Frances' eyes widened. She sat up. Malphas instantly moved into a sitting position as well, his legs hanging over the bed.

"Part of his soul? How is that even possible?!" She asked.

"From what I found out, as humans grow, they are able to cast off their old selves to become anew, so when the Young Master cast off his ring…"

"His loyalty to the Queen, the responsibilities of being a Phantomhive, and his love for his Father embedded itself into it…" Frances said, awe struck.

The demon gave a curt nod.

"Along with the suffering of the previous heads. I've looked high and low for it. Even after traveling to Hell to find if there are any demons in the area (Frances' eyes widened. *Claude.* She thought.). There is one, however, because it's such a small part of his soul…"

He didn't finish.

Frances could feel the frustration, rage, and irritation rolling off him. She gently placed her hand upon his cheek, sending him calmness and sorrow. His fuchsia eyes met hers.

"I'm sorry." She said, sincerely.

He gave her a small smile as he leaned into her touch, his eyes closing then reopening showing his red eyes.

"We'll find it together." She declared, firmly.

The demon smirked. He knew she would help him. His head lowered, embracing her lips. He pulled away, leaving her breathless. He stroked her cheek. Once her breathing was nearly normal…

"Your next question?" He prompted.

"When will the Young Master awaken? Has he been asleep this whole time?"

"The Young Master will awaken in two days' time. (A frown marred his face.) Yes, Young Master has been asleep this whole time… Part of it is a side effect of the partial soul taking and part of it is because I made him fall asleep."

She nodded.

"He may have some trouble walking when he wakes up…" She said, frowning.

He gave her a smile.

"Not to worry, my mate. I shall see to his needs. After all (He smirked.), a butler who can't help his Master walk, isn't worth his salt."

She laughed softly. Her arms wrapped around his neck. He looked at her amused. Her eyes softened. Her right hand slid to touch his face.

"I missed you." She whispered, fondly.

His eyes softened.

"I missed you as well, my darling mate." He whispered, softly, "I'm sorry I took so long to return to you."

He kissed her lips. It was a short, chaste one. When he pulled away, she stroked his cheek. Another question came to her mind.

"Why-Why didn't you take my soul?"

Another smirk made its way to his lips. He laid her down again and hovered over her. She gasped in surprise. The demon lowered his head until their noses touched.

"I have taken your soul." He said, placing his hand against his mark on her heart.

The second he touched it, her body jolted as heat and pleasure filled her. Her eyes closed as a moan escaped her lips. Her private area flooded with arousal. Their lips brushed against one another's briefly as she arched. He pulled away slightly as he lightly stroked his mark on her, watching with amusement, endearment, and love as she panted and squirmed as she dealt with the jolts of pleasure spreading through her body. Her eyes found his. She slowly, shakily reached up with her other hand and placed it upon his cheek.

"I meant… for you… to consume… my…. soul. I know… how hungry you… are." She explained in between pants.

The demon's grin widened into an open-mouthed grin as he hovered above her face.

"I know, but you weren't specific enough, leaving it up to my interpretation."

She shook her head.

"Loopholes." She muttered.

The demon chuckled darkly.

"Indeed."

The demon nuzzled her nose, his eyes closing. He reopened them as he pulled slightly away from her, knowing that was all the questions she had, it was time to ask his own. He stopped stroking his mark on her heart, smirking as he watched her tremble.

"I have a few questions for you as well, Frances."

"Yes?" She asked, breathily.

"What did you tell the others we were doing?"

"I told them the Young Master had ordered me to check on the manor and that you two were going to check on the Queen."

"I see. How and when did you learn my true name?"

She looked up at him. A small smile spread across her face.

"Do you remember when I played your song after I came home from visiting my siblings' for Christmas?" She asked.

His eyes widened.

*She's known for that long?*

He slowly nodded.

"The song had come to me suddenly, just as the rest of these songs seem to. Only part of your name filter through, but was overcome by the powerful song. Then, when you were being… tortured… (Tears filled her eyes. Malphas' gaze softened. He ran his thumb under her eyelid as a tear slipped out, wiping it away.) by the angel, I… could feel your tears, your pain… and… that was when your name filtered through. Because we are connected, I was able to get your name." She explained.

Malphas nodded. That did explain things. He could feel their song inside her, as strange as that was, but it was who she was. Music was a part of her. Her feelings ran deep for that was the kind of person she is which is how she was able to gain his name. He was in a weak state at the time as well. He purred happily. It filled him with a fluttering warmth.

He nuzzled her nose once again as he kissed her deeply. His hand slid down from her cheek to his mark. The moment he began to caress it, she arched closer to him trying to break the kiss, but he didn't allow her to break it by wrapping his hand around her head. Her legs wrapped around him. He grinned at her whimper as their intimate parts grazed each other. He slowly entered her causing her to sigh into his mouth as one of her hands slipped around his neck to touch his hair. He released her head, enjoying her gasp for breath from the kiss. Her hand gripped his neck and cheek as he moved his arm around her arching back.

"N-N-Nngh! Mal-ph-as!" Her body trembled.

He continued to kiss her down to her breasts as he pushed his remaining length into her. He took a nipple into his mouth as he began to thrust in and out of her, enjoying her moans, yells, and screams of pleasure. The feeling of her in his arms again and marking her as his filled him with such… overwhelming happiness.

Frances had never known pleasure such as this. Feeling his pleasure turned into her pleasure and vice versa. She didn't know it could feel like this. To be this close to the person she loves. She relished in every touch and sighed happily to have him in her presence once again.

They were intertwined once again until midnight when he finally allowed her to rest.

The next morning, Frances awoke to Malphas hovering over her, stoking her face lightly with his ungloved human fingers. She smiled. She raised her arms above her head and stretched her incredibly sore body, wincing slightly at the pain that spread through her entire body, especially between her legs. When she reopened her eyes after relaxing into the bed, she saw Malphas smiling contentedly at her as he continued to stroke her cheek. She blinked beautifully at him.

"You never cease to amaze me, my Frances. It has been two days and Baldroy hasn't blown up the kitchen."

She smiled, placing her hands on his cheeks.

"He's gotten a lot better. Lots of hand written steps and an agenda and lots of patience."

Suddenly, there was a loud boom causing the manor to shake. She closed her eyes and sighed, leaning her head deeper into the pillow.

"I'm gonna kill him." She muttered, annoyed with herself that she didn't sense it. Though, she was… distracted.

The demon chuckled lightly.

"I shall see what transpired and make sure he cleans it up. Then I shall see to your breakfast."

As if on cue, her stomach growled rather loudly. She looked down at it, horrified. Malphas chuckled. She looked up at him, embarrassed.

"I'm so…" She started.

"It's to be expected." He smoothly interrupted her. A sly smirk made its way to his lips, "I did keep you… distracted."

He placed a gentle kiss upon the side of her forehead. He relished in the fact that he could feel her embarrassment and love. Moving back to see her adorable blushing face, he chuckled once again. He began to move towards the door.

Frances was rather reluctant to let him go though. She reached her hand out to grasp his. He turned to look at her with a raised eyebrow and a small head tilt. She looked away. She knew she was being irrational, but she couldn't help it. She didn't want him to leave.

The demon smiled even more, feeling her reluctance at letting him go, her fear, her embarrassment, her irritation with herself. He turned fully towards her. He lowered to one knee. He placed his gloved hand under her chin, lifting it up, forcing her eyes to meet his. He gently grazed her chin repeatedly, looking lovingly at her.

"I'll be back soon, my darling."

She smiled. She reached up and cupped his cheek. He leaned into her touch, closing his eyes before slowly opening them.

"I know." She whispered.

He smiled. He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss upon her forehead. He slowly stood. His hand trailed down her neck to his mark causing a light shiver. His smile widened before he left the room. The truth was that he had no desire to leave neither however, she did need to eat or she would have no energy for their… many rounds of pleasure. His demonic eyes flashed. He licked his lips as he remembered how she moaned and clutched onto him, not even wanting to close her eyes, but having no choice but to. He shivered as he continued on.

Soon enough, Sebastian returned with a heaping amount of food for her. He rolled the trolley over as she sat up, wincing as the pain continued radiating through her body. She wrapped the blanket around her naked form.

"For today's breakfast, it's pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, and two slices of freshly made bread. To compliment it all, I have brought orange juice." He announced, lifting the lid off the plate.

She took a piece of bread and bit into it. Her face instantly softening as she tasted the freshly made bread.

"Mmmm! Bread!" She sighed, happily.

The demon chuckled as he watched her eat. He knew her enjoyment of bread was rather high, especially freshly baked bread. She looked up at him with a bright smile.

"Thank you, Sebastian." She said.

He frowned slightly.

"You can call me by my real name when we are alone." He told her.

She smiled, "All right, Malphas."

He smiled at her. She turned her gaze back to the food and continued eating everything. Malphas watched her. Once she was nearly finished with her food, he excused himself to draw her a bath. Once he returned, she was finished eating and drinking her juice. He moved the trolley before lifting her into his arms. He carried her into the bathroom and gently lowered her into it. She winced slightly before relaxing into the warmth the heat provided.

"Mmm." She sighed.

He smiled. He gently kissed her forehead. She opened her eyes as he drew away. She looked up at him beautifully.

"I want you to stay in the bath for forty-five minutes to help with your sore muscles."

She nodded.

"All right, Malphas."

"I'll help take care of the chores today."

She frowned slightly, but then nodded.

"All right."

She couldn't be selfish. The others missed him as well. He smiled.

"I'll see you later, Frances."

"See you later."

With one last smile, he was out the door.

She had stayed in the tub for about thirty-six minutes, merely relaxing before getting to work on washing her body and cleaning her hair. Now, she was relaxed in the tub again. However, the urge to sing became overwhelming. She closed her eyes, allowing the song to fill her to the brim before opening her mouth and singing.

Frances: Your~~~~ eyes see but my sha~~~~~~~dow~~~~~~~. My~~~~~~ heart is over~~~~~~~flow~~ing~~~~~~~~~, there's so much you could come~~~~~~~~~~~~

All throughout the manor, the servants stopped what they were doing to listen to her.

First, Mey-rin is found hanging sheets outside. She was thankfully on the ground when she heard Frances' voice ring out more powerfully and soulfully than it had been before that dreadful fire.

"Ahhh, she sounds so… in love!" Mey-rin sighed.

"Yeah, she does!" Finny agreed, coming up from the side of the grounds where he was weeding, "She sounds so happy! She must be feeling much better now that Sebastian and the Young Master have returned!"

*Yes. Sebastian and Frances certainly spent a… long time together.* Mey-rin thought, blood dripping out of her nose.

"Uhhh… Mey-rin?" Finny asked, concerned.

Bard and Sebastian were in the kitchen. Bard was wiping down the counters. Sebastian was looking over the food stock. Their eyes diverted towards where the song came from. A smile crossed both their faces.

"She's finally singin' again." Baldroy commented.

Sebastian turned to him with confusion.

"She hasn't sung?" He asked, shocked, "She loves to sing."

The chef blew out smoke from his cigarette. He shook his head.

"She's sung, just… she hasn't sung like tha', with emotion in quite a while… Before the fire, I believe. (He sent Sebastian a sly grin.) I s'ppose it has somethin' to do with you."

The butler said nothing for a moment. Suddenly, he closed the cabinet with a bang.

"I'll see to this later."

With that, he was out the door. Bard gave a smirk as he blew out another puff of smoke.

"I s'ppose we won't be seeing him again for the rest of the day." He chuckled.

Frances: to know~~~~~. You're~~~~~~ content not~~~~ knowing~~~~~. Tenderly~~~~~~~, you~~~~~~ will see~~~ my~~~~~~ soul~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!

Her own soul soared once again with the emotions of the song filling her. She was finished with her bath, drained the tub, and was drying off by the time the song ended. She shivered as she felt his presence as well as his emotions. She slowly opened her eyes to see Malphas staring at her with fuchsia/orange eyes, so many emotions swirled in them: love, desire, happiness, peace. He had work to do in preparation for the Young Master's awakening, however…

"Fuck it." He snarled out loud.

Before Frances could process the fact that he actually cursed, she felt his hands on her.

In less than a second, she was thrown on her bed. He discarded his clothing. Frances' eyes widened and her breath hitched when she saw his private anatomy. It was huge! Her eyes met Malphas'. She could feel the pleasure and hear him rumble/warble in pleasure. He slowly crawled upon her, his gloveless hands caressed her legs causing her to sigh in pleasure. Her legs opened just a bit causing his eyes to dart down as they darkened with desire. His warble grew louder as his eyes darted back to her face. Her eyes were closed as her head tilted back. He smirked. His hands caressed her stomach before cupping both her breasts, enjoying the way her breath hitched. He kneaded them and played with her nipples making her moan. He kissed her stomach.

"You make me lose control." His voice purred.

He kissed one of the scars she received from the angel. She clutched the sheets as she arched her back with a gasp.

"And yet, you keep me calm."

A kiss on her mark made her gasp as well as jerk her pelvis, touching his private anatomy. He growled as she moaned as he slowly inserted himself into her. He nibbled her ear.

"My mate, sing for me." He commanded.

She obeyed. How could she not?

Frances: Your~~~~~ (He pulled to her entrance.) eyes see but my sha~~~~dow~~~~~~ (He thrusted himself deep inside. Her breath hitched.). My~~~~~~ (He slowly pulled to her entrance. Her hands going to his chest, running up and down his body.) heart is over~~~~~flow~~ing~~~~~~ (He thrusted back in.), there's~~~~~~~~ (He slowly pulled to her entrance.) so much you could~~~~~~~~ (He pushed back in.) come~~~~~~ (He slowly pulled to her entrance,) to know~~~~~~~ (He pushed back in.). You're~~~~ (Out.) content~~ not~~~ knowing~~~~~~ (In.). Tenderly~~~~~~ (Out.), you~~~~~~ will see~~~~~~~ (In.) my~~~~~~~~ (Out.) soul~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (In!)!

"My songstress…" He sighed, nudging his nose against hers as he continued to pound into her, "Why haven't you sang with emotion?" He asked.

She reached up and placed both hands upon his cheeks, cupping his face. She moved a stray strand of hair with her pinky.

Frances: You alone~~~~~ can make my song take flight~~~~~~~~*

She sang breathlessly.

Malphas smiled and leaned forward and kissed her over and over and over again as they passionately made love throughout the day until late at night.

*How she sings "It's beautiful" from 'Love Never Dies' by Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber

*"Don Juan Triumphant" from the 1989 version of 'The Phantom of the Opera' belongs to Harriet Schock and Misha Segal

*"The Music of the Night" from 'The Phantom of the Opera' belongs to Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber and Charles Hart