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It was a pleasant night, but still Belle found herself wishing to be let inside. If only her humans were back and she had the warm bed and the company of the little ones that usually put her to sleep. How the little Ragamuffin prayed for company before bed, but all this wishing only reminded her of one thing specifically. "Hermes." She let out a long sigh as she lifted her head up from where it laid on her little dainty paws. She had been curled up into a ball on the foot rug at the front door of the large expensive looking household.

Her lovely blue orbs seemed to glide around the scene, maybe in hopes of a familiar face, but all that was seen was the typical quiet night setting with occasional sounds that made Belle jump. "Hm... maybe I could... try to find my way back to his little house. Oh that thing, so tiny... but it was nice, I have to admit." She wasn't one for little, abandoned houses but maybe the fact that it was Hermes' made it so much more enjoyable. He'd be there and she'd forget about the dust and the rust. She stood up from the rug and began to paw her way down the front steps.

Surprisingly, what she ended up seeing eventually as she strolled down the walk way was somebody she wasn't to sure of. Was he approaching her? Oh, Belle didn't like this one bit. She turned and bounded up the stairs, taking her place on the door mat once more in hopes that he would just pass by.

A lump was forming in her throat. It got bigger and bigger with every step this silhouette took. Sure, he had stopped for a while, Belle had seen that, but he was still advancing. The closer he got the more familiar that tail seemed, and those ears. They were so cute. Did she know who this was? Her instincts and the scent she was starting to pick up screamed yes. After he had stopped himself at the bottom of the stairs she widened her eyes to clear up her sight of him. Oh dear, that couldn't be, "Hermes?" She quickly stood up on the rug, nearly jumping to her feet. "Is that you? Oh yes! Yes, it is you!" She spoke with enthusiasm and excitement as she carried herself with a slight bounce in her steps down the stairs again.

It had been an awkward departure the last time they said goodbye, or rather hadn't said goodbye. Belle had woken up in that little house to find nothing to cling to and without so much as a clue to where he had wandered away to. Sure, she was upset at the time, and left to come back to this 'for sale' home, but she never stopped wondering when the next time she would happen to see him again. Feeling like he'd come find her when he realized that she was worth finding. "Hermies, what are you doing here?" She asked curiously with a slight smirk on her lips. "Did you- ... did you come to see me?" She asked a bit unsure what his answer would be but then again why else would he be traveling around here.

Belle bit her lip and smiled happily as he explained to her that him coming all this way just to see her. It left a glowing feeling inside of her that made her want to balance up on the very tips of her toes or maybe even spin and twirl around like a dancer but she managed to keep her feet grounded and her expression some what serious and under control. However, when he began to stutter around with his words and began making excuses to start leaving she was left all confused and lost. He came to see her, but already he wanted to talk about leaving. How could he possibly do that to her? Now that he was here and she was all glad, but maybe she just wasn't showing it enough. She quickly reached out and grabbed his hand, "No!" Maybe that outburst was a bit to sudden and eager but she didn't want him to go.

He locked their eyes into a serious and slightly uncomfortable stare, each of them not really knowing what to do at this moment. She almost wanted to break down and apologize. She wasn't sure what for but she felt like if she did it would make him stay with her. She didn't want to be alone tonight now that she had this wonderful gentleman before her. She was seconds away from opening her mouth and begging him not to go before he beat her to it and began to spill out his feelings in such strong emotion.

The ragamuffin let her glassy blue eyes widen as he quickly came out with that apology. "Oh... Hermes..." she spoke softly, thinking of what to say. "I shouldn't have been jumping to conclusions. It seems like you never meant to leave me alone... so how can I stay upset? Besides, it was stupid of me to get all flustered about it in the first place. I'm sorry." She apologized in turn. Now that the air was starting to feel a little lighter she leaned into Hermes and rested her chin on his shoulder. "I'll forgive you if you forgive me," she trailed off in a small whisper since they were so close now. It was strange how this didn't feel like any other friendship she had before. This was definitely something different.

The emotions racing through Belle were something she had never quite felt before, and she had to admit she liked them a lot. It was a strange mixture of feeling spacey and feeling completely ecstatic at the same time. It was a good thing she wasn't acting as jumpy and jittery as she felt deep inside of her. She'd probably frighten the poor fellow. However, when Hermes began to let out a soft rumbling pur Belle found herself tightening her grip ever so slightly, just to let him be aware that she was enjoying the feeling of being close enough to hear it. When he began to speak about how she was wrong to be the one to apologize she drawled back her ears. "Hermes, I-" she was cut off and choked back her words to let him speak. She valued his words so much more than her own. Whatever he had to tell her, she was willing to bet all the cat n** in the world that it would fix things. Well, hopefully it would.

His promise. His promise to never leave her alone. To never leave her alone in the most serious and disastrous of situations. It caused blush to gather in her cheeks and the wobbling shakiness to come back to her knees ten times as powerful as before. She leaned into him for a second round of hugs, running her hands over his shoulder blades in a tender way. When he finished up with the last sentence, it really caught her heart on his line, and he was reeling her in. He'd save her? He'd go threw the impossible task of figuring out how to fly just to save her? She was sure she was taking this all to far but she wanted to hope a little. She wanted to blow things out of proportion and get the best of this cozy feeling she thought was love. "Hermes... I'm so glad to hear you say that," she spoke in a soft whisper because she was all choked up with happiness. Pulling back just enough to see his gorgeous gold green orbs she reached up and brushed a lock of hair from his face. "I'm glad to say I'd do the same for you, Hermes."

Belle kept her blush on her cheeks and her smile on her lips. The perfect night seemed to be such a relaxing setting for such a mood as this. With every inch closer, the young girl felt her stomach twist and tighten. Obviously, she felt more and more nervous but she liked the feeling. She actually enjoyed the sort of sickness Hermes brought to her. The kind of shiver down her spine that made her crave more. As she watched curiously and studied his eyes shutting she thought she would follow his lead and flutter her eyes shut.

She leaned forward slowly, making sure not to move to quickly for fear of she might smash their faces to hard together. Of course, when his lips pressed against hers she curled her toed with happiness and shivered, tightening her grip on the shoulder of his shirt and pulling him closer to her. After the dreamy little kiss she leaned back and opened her eyes lazily, leaving them half lidded. The kiss on her cheek caused Belle to shrug her shoulders and giggle. "Hermes..." she spoke but she hadn't realized how speechless she actually was. Her hands remained where they found themselves during the kiss. One on his shoulder and the other clutching onto the side of his shirt.

Another kiss was more than enough to make her daintily lift her leg back behind her in that typical romantic kick. "Heh," she blushed as she twisted a little, glancing down between their bodies to avoid any foolish looks she might give him. So young, and already starting falling in love. Hopefully, it wasn't just puppy (or is it Kitty) love. She used to hate leaving her house, and having no people to take care of her every need, but if it weren't for being left behind she would have never of had this experience, or these new friends of hers. That small change in her life seemed to of been for the best and she wasn't mourning her own like she used to. Not anymore.

The handsome boy seemed to light up like a light bulb as he questioned her about ever traveling to the night market. She didn't even know what that was, so of course the answer would have to be, "No..." She tilted her head ever so lightly before running her thumb over his knuckles in a sort of flirtatious fashion. "Is it a fun place? Could you show me? Oh, I would be so happy if you would." She asked with enthusiasm growing with each and every word spoken to him. Hermes was always a blast to be around, and with a proper setting, she was sure tonight could be the best night of her life.

Belle couldn't help but let her leg kick up sweetly at another kiss being pressed to her lips. Once he pulled away, which she wasn't to happy about, she forced out a smile and nodded. "It sounds perfect. You know, if could be our first date." She fluttered her eyelashes sweetly, already figuring this meant they were a couple now. Besides, who wouldn't want to go with her on a date? She did everything to keep herself presentable but she had to admit it was difficult. Now she had a specific boy to look pretty for now. Hermes. She would try every trick in the book to look as radiant and gorgeous for him as possible.

"Well, do you have to be somewhere? I mean... for now can't you just... lay with me?" She stood there and waited patiently for an answer. Would he want to keep her company or did he have other plans? To be quite honest, she would be upset if he refused or made up excuses but if he had to go then he had to go. She just waited and waited, her grip on his hand squeezing tight and she begged him with her blue eyes.