A/N: gosh I just love BayoJeanne(no seriously I do)
HERES HOW MUCH I LOVE IT YOU GET BAYOJEANNE IN THIS CHAPTER I FREAKING LOVE THIS SHIP
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"Come now Cheshire, you seem rather quiet today." A sultry giggle escaped both the crimson lips of a raven haired women clad in a inky-black low cut dress, and a white haired women wearing similar clothing, only hers was sinfully red. The trio had been out and about the entire day. It had been the start of a romantic evening for Bayonetta and Luka, but Jeanne of course tagged along. They walked across the busy streets of New York City, occasionally pausing to admire a dress in a pale glass window, then eventually making Luka carry the bag when they bought the item. Bayonetta's slender fingertips would find Luka's, though they quickly broke apart under the watchful eyes of Jeanne. Something about the mortal made the raven haired witch feel excitement run in her veins. She would sneak a kiss or two on his cheek, much to the disapproval of her Umbran Sitster. Bayonetta of course had her usual playful banter at Jeanne, with of course came the subtle hints of flirting that always seem to follow. It was usually a battle of wits and words between the two Umbra Witches, Luka had noted that evening. 
But soon his thoughts were cut short as Bayonetta yawned, holding a hand out for Luka to grasp as she lead them down a couple of dusty stairs.
"I suppose today has been pretty relaxing, considering what might soon happen. It be nice to get away from the public? Wouldn't you agree Luka?" She teased the mortal. Jeanne came up beside him and nudged him closer to the raven haired witch, a rare sign of approval Luka so desperately wanted.
Once at the bottom of the stairs, Bayonetta walk along the path by herself, enjoying the serene beauty of the park as the sun set on the horizon. Luka watched her with such joy in his eyes, and it was enough that even Jeanne noticed.
"I care about my sister, Luka. Enough so that maybe, if I had predicted you, Cereza and I could have been together," she told him, quietly enough that Bayonetta didn't hear.
"In our youth, we used to play together, as friends. I saw something more. It tore my heart to put her in that casket....then..you showed up." She paused and stared at the other witch, reverence in her eyes. "You filled the void I left in her heart by accident. If you care about my sister, love her till the very end." Jeanne grasped Luka's hands and led him over to Bayonetta. She grabbed her sister's hands and brought them to Luka's own hands.
"Jeanne..." Bayonetta objected.
The white haired woman gave her Umbran Sister a knowing glance, then whisked away somewhere else.
Luka dropped the heavy bags he forgot he was carrying, then went back to gazing at Bayonetta. "I suppose..if you want me to call Jeanne back and have her explain whatever the hell just happnes-" she held a finger upon his lips, and brought both hands to then start caressing his cheeks. The faint hint of red bloomed across her face in waves, the emotion filling her eyes in bursts of sparks as he stared back at her, leaning into her left hand. They embraced quickly, as several other pedestrians passed by, the pitter patter of their feet going quickly in the too quiet grace of the city.
Luka kissed her forehead once before she leaned into the crook of his neck, starting to sway with each step as she started the formations of a dance.
"What are you doing mei amores aeterni?"
"Latin for 'My Eternal Sweetheart'? How proper of you Cheshire," Bayonetta cooed, kissing the column of his throat.
"Well then you own cor meum in aeternum," she replied in a hushed tone, letting the dance move her around as his right hand found her lower back.
"My eternal heart? Cerezita, I own every part of you."
She bit his throat.
"I own every part of you my love."
Luka smiled, spinning her up into the air as she clutched his broad shoulders and let out a small squeal.
"Non equidem mihi te sibi."
He set her down in front of him, tipping her face up to his.
She searched for something in his eyes, lips ghosting the words he wanted to hear for so long on the wind.
"Nunc et usque in aeternum."
He kissed her right as Jeanne appeared, veering away from the flash that usually accompanied the woman when she arrived.
Jeanne only smiled at the two, and for once left them alone to go flirt with a man beside a fountain.
He brushed a stray piece of raven colored hair out of her face, smiling back at her.
"I couldn't live without you, with love or without it," she concluded after a while of just kissing. By the time they stopped, the moon was almost at its peak, and a pale glow of a ring grew around her feet.
"Then it's true love," he replied with.
He closed his eyes for half a second, when he reopened them, she was clad in that same inky-black catsuit he always saw her in. Jeanne appeared right beside her once more, she too in her own suit, the flight goggles placed upon her head in orderly fashion.
"Angel hunting I suppose, can't wait any longer," Luka said. Bowing, he tipped his hat, picked up his bags, and pulled out his grappling hook. "I wish you two ladies the best of luck." His eyes met Bayonetta's again. "And you milady, I wish you luck most of all. I shall await your return back home." And with that, the grappling hook shot off and Luka disappeared into the night.
Bayonetta turned to Jeanne, and they shared a knowing glance at each other. "Ready?" She asked. Jeanne nodded and took off into the sky, swirling her finger and entering Purgatorio.
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A/N: ya still got your BayoJeanne don't worry.

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Latin translations
Non equidem mihi te sibi- You own me like I own you.
Nunc et usque in aeternum- Now and Forever.

Some of my edits aren't working so please stand by as I use this as a test.