A little on edge. A little reckless.

“Hi, mon ami!” I smiled.

“Mon petit leon! Oh, it’s good to see your face, cheri, even if it is through a computer screen.” He teased.

“Likewise. How are you? I wasn’t expecting your call, but it’s a happy surprise.”

“Ah, yes. Well, I hadn’t expected to see you running towards a park at 2:30 in the morning either, but here we are.” He stated calmly.

“Oh.” I muttered.

“Mon petit leon.” he groaned.

“Why were you checking my location?” I whined.

A stern look took over his face as quickly as the words left my mouth. When I look at him, I just see my best friend, sometimes I forget that he is a Dom. Not mine, no, we would never want to go there. Nothing past an occasional swat to get my attention or a look.

“Never mind. I know. I know we check each other’s locations from time to time. I checked yours today.” I shrugged.

“Then you wouldn’t answer your phone, mon chou..” he sighed.

I quickly went to grab my phone from my desk and noticed the missed calls and messages.

“I’m sorry. I turned it on silent for my classes and must have forgotten to turn it vibrate back on.” I said sincerely.

He ran a hand through his hair. He was stressed and this time, it showed.

“You never went into the park though. You stopped for a bit and then turned around. Are you okay? Did something happen?” He questioned.

“Someone stopped me from going in. A detective. He stopped me before I could walk through the gates.” I answered. I could tell from the look on his face I was going to have to tell the whole story.

———one hour earlier——–

I slowly stopped running to catch my breath as I neared the gate. The park was beautiful, it was old, just like the rest of the city. As I neared the gate and turned to go in I heard someone.

“Miss?” A man’s voice cut through the dark. My heart stopped. I slowly backed up until I could see him.

“Hey, it’s okay. I didn’t mean to startle you. I’m Detective —-, I’m going to reach for my badge to show you now, yeah? Would that be okay?” He asked softly, eyes never leaving mine. I merely nodded in response. He slowly reached for his badge and pulled out another identification card with a picture so I knew he was who he was saying. He took a step toward me and held out the badge and identification so I could see it.

“Thank you for showing me that, Detective, I’m sorry if going into the park is not allowed? I thought it was open all night?” I stuttered.

“It is, Miss, but that doesn’t mean you should be going into it. Now, I can tell from your accent that you aren’t from here. You’re probably here for Uni, right? Now, while we love our beautiful city, ugly things happen here at night, especially in this park. I don’t want to add your name to the list of them. Why don’t we get you back home. Come run it during the day.” He gently stated and motioned for me to step away from the park. Just then a call came in, he quickly took it and hung up the phone. Hearing the conversation that sounded official made me feel better than before.

“My apologies about that, Miss, the job doesn’t stop no matter the time. Do you live in Uni housing?”

I nodded in response, “I do,” I said quietly, “I can find my way back, it’s okay, I’ll be fine, besides you have a job to do.”

“I’d feel a lot better to see you get there. Now, do you want to walk or drive?” He questioned.

“No offense, but I think I’d feel better if I walked.”

“Hey, none taken, it’s good to be weary of people.”

We talked the whole way back. He asked me about school. If I missed my country. If I missed my family. How I liked it here. He offered me suggestions on places to visit and the best place to see them. Before I knew it, we had made it to my building.

“Here we are then, Miss. Please, don’t go running at the grove at night again, nothing good comes from it and I’d hate to call your family to tell them bad news. Stay safe, yeah? The city has so much to offer, see it in the day. You have a good night, Miss.” He offered a genuine smile.

“Thank you, Sir, you too.” I gave him a small smile.


He was muttering words in French when I finished talking. Those dark eyes quickly found mine and I looked anywhere but them.

“You could have called me, mon chou, you are my best friend, you know I would have listened, because you’re feeling restless, right? And it’s making you a little on edge and a little reckless. Mon petit, what if something would have happened to you? You’re on the other side of the world. We wouldn’t be able to get to you.”

“I am very well aware of where I am, mon ami, and very well aware that I am fine.” I sneered.

He simply rose his eyebrows.

“I’m sorry. I’m just frustrated. And anxious. and just on edge.” I sighed

“Have you thought about playing? You’re in a new country, you could make a new profile, slowly meet people, don’t just dive in, you’d need to get to know them and form trust, but maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea. You’re in need of a scene.”  He gently stated.

I looked up only to glare at him, but he smiled.

“Why are you up so late anyway? What’d you do drink an insane amount of coffee again?” He teased.

I didn’t respond, my eyes widened and he automatically knew.

“Mon Petit Leon.” He firmly stated, “Look at me.”

I slowly looked up at him and scrunched my nose.

“How many?” he sighed.

“8 shots of expresso..” I whispered.

He nodded. “What have you eaten today?” He questioned.

I thought back through the day. What I had eaten? Surely there was something other than just coffee, but when I drink coffee, I don’t eat, and he knows that. Shit.

“A nutrigrain bar.” I sighed. “I’m just not hungry. You know I don’t eat when I have that much coffee.”

“I need you to go put some pajamas on and grab some water. I’ll be here when you get back.”

I begrudgingly walked away to do as he said and pouted the entire time.

I made it back and sat on the bed and shook the water in my hand.

“Don’t get smart, mon chou. I’ll put you in a corner so fast.” He warned.

Oh, he would not. He wouldn’t dare. I’d be damned if that happened. Then, I looked at him. He would.

“Sorry,” I muttered.

“Why don’t you go ahead and get situated under the cover, you can move the computer beside you.” He said warmly.

I burrowed myself under the covers and smiled at him.

“There she is. There’s that smile.” He laughed and I couldn’t help but laugh with him.

“I miss you.” I whispered. And I do. I miss my best friend.

“Oh, mon petit, I miss you, too, very much. You’ll be back before you know it and we’ll watch all the Christmas movies and I’ll make you that candy you like so well.”

“You could give me the recipe, you know.” I said in a sing song voice.

“If I did, my grandmere would rise from the grave and beat me.” He shook his head.

“Oh my god, I love you. How was your date? Did it go well?”

“It was good. I think we both agreed that we didn’t have enough in common and are on very different walks in life.” He shrugged.

“Oh. I’m sorry, I was hoping it would go well.”

“We’re young, mon ami, we have time. Besides, I am in no hurry.”

I laughed, because it was true, he never was.

“Tell me, is it everything you dreamed of?” He asked.

I just shook my head in response, because if I was being honest, no, it really wasn’t. I could feel myself starting to tear up, my chest got tighter, I quickly put a hand over my mouth.

“Oh, Mon petit..” He started.

“I don’t want to talk about it right now, okay? Please not right now.”  I pleaded.

“Okay, not right now. It’s late there. You need sleep, so I want you to close your eyes for me, okay? Relax. I’ll stay till you fall asleep. Goodnight, mon petit Leon. I love you. ” He said softly.

“Goodnight, best friend. I love you, too.”

I closed my eyes and listened to him singing the French lullaby he sang to me so many times before.

I finally drifted off to sleep.








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