A/N: If you're not mature, and/or you don't like sex, don't read this. There isn't enough love for Undertaker out there. And a sexy guy like him should definitely get a little love. So enjoy~ Hope my fellow fangirls are squealing with joy. I do plan on continuing this, but with school and a job I'm not sure when I'll have time. Thanks for reading ^_^

There was a small ringing of a bell as she opened the door and entered the dark, ominous room. "How may I be of service?" The grey-haired man cocked his head to the side as he examined the woman before him. "Ah, I know you. You're the head Phantomhive maid, aren't you?" She nodded and bowed slightly, shifting uncomfortably in her spot. "Yes, sir."

"Heehee, stand up, there's no need for such formalities."

She cleared her throat awkwardly. "I have a list, from my master. But he didn't give me any money-"

The Undertaker gave a long, dramatic sigh. "I have no use for the Queen's money," he spat out nastily. He looked her up and down. "How terribly unfortunate for you, following orders like a lost puppy." He stepped out from behind the desk, leaning against it, his long robe flowing behind him. He crossed his arms, staring at her. At least, she assumed he was, it was impossible to see his face behind his bangs.

"I'm not a lost puppy, I'm simply…" she was going to say 'obeying my master' but realized that she would only be reassuring him. "I'm simply being the best maid I can be." The Undertaker brought a hand up to his chin, rubbing it slightly, his long black nails visible to her now. "My my," he grinned widely, it scared her a bit, "Sebastian must have fun with you heehee." She stood frozen. This man had no right to make such awful accusations. "Sebastian is one of the finest butlers I've ever had the pleasure of working with. He has been nothing but a gentleman." She argued, protecting the Phantomhive reputation.

He walked up to her, his boots clanking against the floor, and as much as she wanted to back away, she stood frozen. He grabbed her chin in his right hand, holding onto her tightly, and she gasped softly. He traced her bottom lip with his thumb, his long nail brushing against her skin lightly, and a shaky breath escaped her. With him this close, she could see his eyes somewhat. Her heart pounded fiercely as she realized he was analyzing her.

He dropped his hand from her face and sighed, returning to lean against his desk. "I have no use for dirty money. I prefer laughter."

"You, you want me to laugh?" His mouth shaped into a large grin, "Heehee, no dearie. I want you to make me, laugh." She could only blink. She stared at the strange man before her. What could Master Ciel possibly need from him? This strange man, whose hair was longer than her own, falling in long silver streaks. His strange looking hat that could have been like a top-hat but it was so bizarrely stretched out. Then there were the interesting scars that seemed to litter his body. She wondered how big the one on his face was. It was only slightly visible through his mess of hair. Her heart stopped. She was glad she couldn't see his eyes. The brief glance she had gotten was almost too much for her to bear; especially when his fingers were tracing her lips…

She laughed nervously. "I'm afraid I'm not very funny." She said, bowing her head. His head perked up and he rushed up to her once more. "Do that again." He said seriously. It was a sharp contrast from the teasing sing-song voice he had used up until now. She took a step back, somewhat startled. "D-do what?" He took a few strands of her hair into his hand and let it slip between his fingers. "Laugh for me." He breathed. She tensed up, her cheeks blushing deeply. "You can't just make someone laugh on command, sir."

At this, he chuckled and threw his head back slightly. She thought his hat might fall off. "Indeed you can't, Miss." He took another step towards her, his face hovering just above hers. "What's your name, dearie?" he asked, pointing at her with his long black nails. "Astrid." She said. The grin never left his mouth. "I'm Adrian." She nodded. "Well then," he clapped his hands, "I shall give you what your Master has ordered. I would so deeply hate myself if you were punished on my account." She bowed her head, blushing again.

"Master Ciel is very fair." She insisted. He lifted her chin with his knuckles. "And me? Do I look like a fair person?"

"You seem like a reasonable man, yes sir." He seemed to have grown taller. Perhaps he was only slouching all this time. He was towering over her as he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her up against his chest. She gasped lightly. "You do not need to act like a maid in my house. Here you are a guest."

"P-please let me go, sir."

He pulled her even closer to him, startling her and causing her to look up at him. "Your beating heart tells me you don't want me to."

"H-how dare you! You sadistic pervert!" She pushed him away and made for the door, forgetting all about the products her master had instructed her to fetch. Before she could reach the door, she was smashed up against the wall, his chest pressed against hers, the Undertaker chuckling lightheartedly. "Ah, there we are. I like the bite my dear, I like it." He grinned widely. She hit his chest to little avail, "Get off of me!" He put a finger to her lips and shushed her gently. "Perhaps I'm a slight sadist my dear, but that would only make you a trembling masochist hehe." Her eyes grew wide and she turned her face away, unable look at him.

"I wouldn't know." She whimpered. The Undertaker brought her face up to meet his, his mouth slightly agape with realization. "You're a virgin?" She lowered her gaze, suddenly very embarrassed. "What would any man want with a maid like me?" The Undertaker exhaled, and relaxed his grip on her. She cleared her throat. "Please, sir. I need to get back to my Master."

He sighed. "You humans are such fragile and tender creatures." The tip of his nail traced the curve of her cheek. "And one as beautiful as you should never dawn such a sad face." She looked down quickly; she didn't like the way his touch was making her feel. It was a strange sensation she had never felt before; nervous, but at the same time she wondered what it would feel like to have those nails touch other parts of her body. She blushed involuntarily. Thoughts such as those were not something a girl like her should be thinking.

He removed his hand and grinned, snapping his fingers and chuckling to himself. "Heehee, very well then dearie. I am an Undertaker, and I pride myself in making my guests beautiful," he bent down slightly, so that his face was directly across from hers, hardly a finger space of room in between, "Allow me to make you feel beautiful." She felt terribly uneasy watching the devilish grin form across his face. "I-I'm not dead." She whimpered, "I don't want you doing anything to me." She tried to step away but he stopped her once more, slamming his hand against the wall, and she jumped at the sound. He had her completely cornered. "Your words do not reflect your desires." He cocked his head at her, as though trying to understand.

"What could you possibly know about my desires?" She spat out, rather nastily, tired of this man's games. "Now let me go!"

He grabbed her wrists roughly, pinning them down with a large thud above her head. Her breathing and heartbeat quickened, as he lowered his face to hers once more. The Undertaker squealed. "Ah! Yes, now this is going to be fun hehe. You're rather feisty, but I don't quite understand why. I know you're enjoying this. Why do humans always try and resist temptation?"

"You speak as though you're not human."

He gave a deep chuckle that made her blood run cold, despite her rapidly beating heart. He lowered his head, pressing his ear up against chest, and she gasped sharply. "Stop it! How dare you? Earl Phantomhive will-" His head shot up. "I knew it." He said it genuinely, and she noticed his smile had changed into something purely kind. "K-knew what?"

"You're excited."

"I'm scared!" she spat out, "And frustrated! Now let me go!"

He shook his head. "Sometimes raw excitement can be confused for fear. You told me yourself you've never experienced anything like this before."

"Why would I want to experience it with an old man like you!"

He dropped his hold of her and whined. "Oh, my, my, my dearie, now you've really hurt my feelings. Very well, off you go."

Her eyes widened as she realized what he had just said. She rubbed her wrists, hoping they wouldn't bruise. Was that it? Was she really free to go?"

"Ahh, is that disappointment I smell?"

"D-disappointment?"

He sat down leisurely on one of the many coffins in the room and began chewing on what she believed to be a bone. "You're lingering dearie. Why didn't you run? I was right-"

"You don't know anything. So stop acting like you do."

He chuckled again. "You know, love. You've caught my complete interest. And you've made me laugh more than was due. Please, let me make you feel beautiful."

She shifted uncomfortably. "I…I'm not sure…" her words were shaky, "I don't know how you would." He took his hat off, placing it down gently next to him. Then walked past her and over to the front door, flipping the sign to CLOSED.

"What are you doing?" she shouted nervously, suddenly worried that he might kill her in order to make her like one of his 'guests.' He took her hand gently, but it only worsened her beating heart. "To be honest, my dear, I prefer coffins, but it seems that for a first timer like you, I'll take extra care."

"What do you mean?"

"Come."

He guided her through the back door and up some stairs to another door. Inside was a large bed with purple covers and heavy black drapes that covered the windows. He dropped her hand and shook off his coat, hanging it on the coat rack by the door. He didn't look so old anymore without the baggy robe to weigh him down. He had tight black pants with belts that criss-crossed, and a solid black shirt.

"I'm not sure about-"

Before she could say any more, he grabbed her by the waist and brushed his lips lightly against hers, his tongue tracing her bottom lip. She shivered. This was wrong. Very wrong. She didn't know this man. She should have been back at the Manor ages ago. What would Ciel say? What would Sebastian say?"

"Let go of your thoughts," a husky voice breathed into her ear. She couldn't help but be tense. "You belong to me, right now." Something about the way he worded that made her blood run hard and fast. And she had the strangest sensation dancing through her legs. He kissed her again, and he did it so passionately, with so much love behind it, that she wondered how it was possible when they had never met before. Her breathing hitched as she tried her best to return the kiss with the same intensity, the same passion, the same love.

He pulled back, much to her dismay, and rested his forehead on hers. He grinned. "I can see the lust in your eyes, dearie." She looked down, the red spreading up to her cheeks. "I wish I could see yours." She mumbled. He smiled, giving her half a laugh and scooped her up into his arms. "No, wait!" she sounded incredibly panicked. He placed her down gently on the bed and hovered above her. He tucked some hair behind her ear and she looked up at him. "I belong to you the same way you belong to me. If you wish to see my face, then brush my hair away."

Hesitantly, she reached up to his face, unsure of herself, but dying with curiosity. She pushed his bangs to the side and gasped upon seeing his face, quickly dropping her hand and looking off to the side, her cheeks painted red. He chuckled deeply. "Goodness love, am I that ugly?" She shook her head hard. "No! It's not that at all. You're not…you're very…" Her cheeks were absolutely burning, and her heart was beating hard against her chest, but she needed to see his face again. With a surge of courage she reached up again, and brushed his hair back, his face fully visible to her. She couldn't bear to look at the piercing green eyes that were shining at her, so instead she traced the long scar that ran diagonally across his face and then let her fingers trail down his cheek, until she was able to trace his lips with trembling fingers. "You're beautiful." She said. He caught her hand and kissed it, then brought his lips to hers once more. She felt a strange emotion overcome her. Was this what falling in love felt like?

He placed his arms on either side of her face, and lowered himself so that their bodies touched. Once again he rested his forehead against hers. "Then I suppose that makes two of us." He kissed her more forcefully this time, his tongue entering her mouth, and her eyes shot open with surprise. He smiled into the kiss. "New sensation, love?"

"Everything," she was out of breath, "Everything is new." He kissed her cheek and continued on down until he had reached her neck. He showered her with light butterfly kisses, as her eyes fluttered closed, enjoying the feel of him spoiling her. He dragged his tongue up to her ear, nibbling lightly once he had gotten there, and it caused her to shiver. "Say my name," his voice was husky. "U-undertaker." her breathing was ragged. He bit down hard on the side of her neck, causing her to scream.

"My real name."

"Adrian! Adrian!" she muttered quickly. He chuckled into her ear, and she could feel his chest vibrating with each laugh. He kissed her ear and licked the spot on her neck where he had bitten. She let out a shaky breath. There had been such a rush when he bit down, her mind was spinning. Without warning, his licks turned into sucks, and he bit lightly as he did so. She couldn't suppress the moan that escaped her, and she fidgeted awkwardly beneath him. "Ad-d-d-drian..."

"Ahhh," he rejoiced in that sing-song voice. "Such a sweet sound when it comes from your lips, my dear." She tried to calm her pounding heart and the spinning in her head but she couldn't. Did he like that? When she had said his name? She hadn't meant to, it simply slipped out, but she was glad she said it either way. He moved back up so that his face was hovering over hers again. "Now then, so much to teach you." Her heart slowed slightly, and she was finally able to take a deep breath. But she couldn't help the longing that swam through her. He seemed to sense this, because he pecked her lips and cocked his head to the side. "What is it?" She shook her head, covering her eyes with her palms slightly. "Nothing. A number of things I suppose...no. Nothing." He pulled her hands away from her face and kissed them. "If you don't tell me, love, I can't help you." She blushed, despite her desire not to. "I'm glad your hair is covering your face," she told him, "or I don't think I could look at you." He smiled wickedly and brushed his bangs off to the side. "Like this you mean?" Her heart skipped a beat as she was once again graced with the pleasure of seeing his handsome features. "Y-yes." she nodded. "What else?" he asked. She cleared her throat, wanting to be brave. "What you were doing, before. To my neck," She looked directly into his eyes, finding her nerve, "You didn't do the other side."

He laughed happily. "Yes, yes, very good, love. A feisty masochist indeed." He lowered his head to the other side of her neck, licking and sucking. The moment he began to suckle the side of her neck she moaned, involuntarily rubbing her thighs together. Her eyes shut closed. She felt so terribly awkward underneath him. She had nowhere to put her hands...unless of course she could muster up the courage to place them on his should-

She was pulled from her thoughts as he sucked and bit down on a spot just above her collarbone, and a high pitched whine escaped her lips as she clenched his shirt with her fists. Adrian kissed her lips harshly. Her small hands trembled as she let go of his shirt. "Now you're branded on both sides," he said, running a hand through his hair, making his face visible, "Happy?" he asked, smiling at her. She nodded shyly. He sat up, still on top of her, and began peeling his shirt off. She was forced to watch, and she couldn't look away even if she wanted to. He seemed to do so extra slowly, as though teasing her. He tossed the loose piece of clothing off to the side, letting it fall to the floor. "Well now, Miss Astrid," he paused, flashing a conceited smirk, "Like what you see?"

Her heart was stuck in her throat. She couldn't speak. She knew he had asked her a question but she couldn't answer. His chiseled pale chest and his strong arms were an incredible surprise. If he looked like this then why did he choose to hide behind such atrocious attire? He giggled at her lack of response. He caught hold of her hand and placed it on his chest. She could feel his heart beating.

"Do you feel that?" he said. She nodded. "It's beating for you, dearie." She had gotten used to his face by now, and she was able to stare into those green eyes that had previously put her on edge. Did he mean it? How could someone be so romantic towards a person they'd never met before? She could feel herself falling again. "Go on then," he said, "touch me." Her mind clouded and the slow romantic rhythm of her heart became quick and fast paced once more. Why did she feel such a strange rush when he told her what to do? Nevertheless, she obeyed, tracing his abs with shaking fingers. When she nervously got to the edge of his pants, she stopped. His eyes were shining, and she could see that they were laced with lust now as well.

He grabbed her wrist firmly, placing her hand right on the growing bulge in his pants. She hesitated, but he kept her hand in place. Again, she couldn't help but rub her thighs together. "Don't be shy. This is for you too, love." She inhaled sharply, unable to look at him. Would it really get that far? She had been so embarrassed up until now, and he was being so gentle and patient with her. It wouldn't be fair to him if she refused. But how would she ever manage once he began taking her clothes off? Everything about it screamed wrong. She was supposed to save herself. For her future husband. She was a maid. A proper maid...

Yet again she was yanked harshly into reality as he began to suck on her wrist. She whimpered. "Tell me," he said, letting her hands drop, "Was I your first kiss?" She looked away, incredibly ashamed. "No." He lowered himself on top of her again, letting his right fist support his chin. "No? Heehee, naughty naughty," he touched her cheek with his nails as he said so, "Your neck, then? Was I the first for that?" His left hand had found her waist, and was tracing her curves up higher and higher... She nodded, "Yes."

"My chest. Have you ever touched a man's chest before?" His fingers were making patterns along her stomach, making it hard to think. "No." she breathed. She hadn't noticed how close his hands were to her breast until he was completely on them, cupping them gently with his hand. "Adrian-"

"And this?" he squeezed. She bit back a groan, her teeth clenched. He pushed back the fabric slightly, kissing just above her concealed nipple. "Adrian," her voice was panicked. He sucked lightly and was rewarded with the groan she could no longer hold back. "Am I the first?" She whimpered; she couldn't think anymore. All of her thoughts had gone completely cloudy. He cupped the other breast with his other hand and played with them, before squeezing hard. "Answer me." he ordered.

"Y-yes," she whimpered, "Y-you're the first." His personalities confused her, but the ecstasy she felt as he fondled her chest was enough to make her dismiss the polarity of his voice. He could be teasing with that singing voice he had greeted her with when she first arrived, and yet something would flash, and he would become so terribly dominating. It made the blood rush in her ears. He moved to bring the fabric down even further, licking all the while, but she brought her hand up to stop him. He looked at her, confused. "Please," she said, "No more." He smiled darkly. "Are you frightened?"

"Somewhat." she admitted. "I would hope," he said, "That you won't deny me the pleasure of being the first man to see your beautiful breasts." The world around her seemed to slow. Her thoughts were jumbled and she couldn't think clearly. Was she supposed to, at a time like this? "Let go of your thoughts," his voice brought her back, it seemed to anchor her. "Close your eyes," he said, "What do you want?"

She opened them, meeting his sharp green eyes. "You." she said, without a single bit of hesitation. He grinned widely, pulling her up with him so that they were both seated upright. "You've made me very happy with your answer dearie," he breathed in her ear. She hadn't realized she had tilted her head back slightly, providing him better access to her neck should he choose to bite her again. "Now," he said, tracing the curve of her neck with his nails, sending goosebumps to spread across her arms. "Let's see about this dress. I do so much hate women's clothing."

She took a deep breath, wanting to be brave for him. Wanting him to be happy. He began undoing the back, and she would have slid out of it easily enough but she caught it at her chest. "What's wrong?" he asked. Her cheeks flushed. "I'm nervous." He grabbed her arms gently, pulling her up off the bed, so that they were both standing. He hugged her tenderly. After a while, he said, "Your heart is beating calmly, love. Do you want me to make it race?" At his words her heartbeat quickened, and she was worried at what he would do next. He gently pried her crossed arms from her chest and the dress fell to the floor in one fluid motion.

The Undertaker smiled to himself. "Such purity." Her face burned, she was completely exposed, in nothing but her underwear, and he had her arms so that she could not shield herself from his gaze. With a sound that mimicked a growl, his mouth was on her chest, sucking and nipping and squeezing. She moaned at the contact. He groaned into her chest. "Heehee," he sounded lost, "You make such delicious sounds, my love," his tongue circled her left nipple, "so, so deliciousss."

His mouth felt wonderful, and there was a warm pooling between her thighs that made her full of want. Want for what, she thought? More. More of this. Of anything he had to give. Her hands tangled in his messy silver locks. "A-Adrian." He paused momentarily, glancing up at her. She brushed the bangs away, so that she could see his green orbs. As he stared at her his tongue snaked out of his mouth and gave her nipple a single lick, not once losing eye contact with her. It caused her to visibly shiver. "M-my legs," she sounded worried, "they're shakinggg…"

He stood fully erect, hovering nearly an entire foot above her, and she realized for the first time just how tall he truly was. She let her hands fall to his chest, curling up into small firsts. He smirked. "Good."

All she could manage were short, fast breaths. She couldn't help but glance down; his pants seemed to have gotten tighter. That or the bulge had grown. Her heart pounded in her ears. Would all of him really fit inside of her? He guided her back towards the bed and pulled her on top of him, so that she tumbled awkwardly into his lap. She could feel the bulge through the thin fabric of her panties, and the wanting in her lower stomach only got worse as he rolled over, hovering above her once more, so that they weren't touching. She lightly clawed the tops of his shoulders. He laughed. "You're quite an impatient puppy," he taunted. He led a trail of butterfly kisses down from her neck to her stomach, and the lower he went the more she squirmed. Her skin was getting hot. His touch only seemed to worsen the feeling. His hands ran up and down her thighs, squeezing them lightly.

"Such a lovely and succulent spot," he said, before biting down, releasing a strangled gasp from her. "I don't know why fashion does not accentuate a woman's legs," his high pitched voice was back, "It's the best part." He kissed up and down both thighs, taking his time in savoring each and every inch. "Such pure, perfect skin. Untouched," he licked the length of her inner thigh and she arched her back slightly, "Untouched." He breathed, biting down once he reached the top. She gasped again, as she realized he had begun to slide her panties down.

They too, joined the growing pile of clothing on the floor. She crossed her legs, not wanting him to see. He moved back up to kiss her, his hand on the back on her neck, kissing her passionately, possessively, and he ground his hips lightly into hers. She moaned into his mouth, and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue in, enjoying her taste. With his other hand he trailed down her body, pausing at her breasts for a bit, and then continuing down into her womanhood. Her eyes shot open as his fingers brushed against her innocence. New vibrations danced through her as his fingers continued to play with her. She whimpered when he pulled away. "You're so wet. You've been waiting a long time, no doubt."

Without taking his eyes off of her he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked up the juices. "So sweet." He breathed. "Would you like to taste?" he had a devilish smile on his face as he kissed her, letting her taste herself. He looked at her, smacking his lips. "No, no. This won't do." Her eyes widened with worry. "Did I do something wrong?" He shook his head and kissed her forehead. "Not at all, dearest. I simply need more."

"What?" Before she had time to react, he had moved down, below her waist, his mouth just above her sweet spot. "Adrian don't—AH!" she clenched the sheets beneath her, her back arching up, her hips thrusting involuntarily into his mouth. With a masterful tongue he danced around her juices, slowly building her up, and up and up, coaxing her into orgasm. Her knuckles were pure white, her eyes clamped shut, a thin layer of sweat covered her entire body, and she was panting, her mouth wide open, unable to suppress any of the moans he was expertly pulling out of her.

She could feel something building in her lower stomach, growing and growing until her eyes shot open and she screamed, tumbling down, curling up and shaking with the continuous waves of pleasure Adrian had provided her.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his palm. "Heehee," he licked his lips, "Delicious." Her breathing was ragged, and she felt loopy. She was falling in love with him again. This had to be what love was. She had seen her Utopia and she didn't want to let go.

"Mmmmm." She smiled at him, and kissed him tenderly on the lips. He smiled into the kiss. She smiled too, but her mouth fell open once more as he rushed two fingers into her wetness. "Adrian!" Her nails dug into his shoulders. He chuckled into her neck and kissed it. "I have to stretch you out, at least a bit. Wouldn't you agree?"

"I-I don't-"

"Shhhhh…" his voice was husky in her ear. His fingers slipped in and out, pumping steadily into her. She became comfortable with the rhythm and bit her lip as she began to feel herself tightening once more. He pulled his fingers out quickly, disrupting the rhythm and resulting in her whining in protest. He smiled as he brought his wet fingers up to her lips and laced them with her juices. "Taste it." He told her. She licked her lips as he sucked the excess juice off his fingers.

He rolled off of her, and stood up, undoing his pants. She couldn't stand to look at him without blushing, so she clenched the sheets lightly and stared up at the ceiling instead. It was the first time she realized how dark the room really was. "Ready for the main event, love?" Her heart stopped beating as she realized that the bulge in his pants didn't do the real thing justice. And she didn't know how he would manage to fit inside her without ripping her in half.

"Nervous?" he asked, climbing on top of her. "Ye-" her voice trailed off as he rubbed against her. All speech became inaudible, and her mind began to spin. He felt hard and hot against her, but it was a welcomed feeling. No, she thought. More than just welcomed. She needed this. This would quench the wanting between her legs. She was dizzy. "Deep breaths love," he bit her ear playfully, "Deep breaths."

"Will it hurt?" she tried to steady her ragged breathing.

"Only a bit. I'll make up for it."

"You're bigger than I thought…"

He chuckled and kissed her cheek. "Thank you love."

He hovered over her and positioned himself at her entrance. "Ready?" The eyes that looked at her seemed to pierce her very soul. She nodded, nervous hands holding onto his shoulders. "Inhale," he told her, "it will hurt less that way." She obeyed, inhaling deeply and slowly releasing it. Just before the breath had run out, he thrust himself into her and pressed their lips together, kissing her deeply. She inhaled sharply, the numerous sensations crashing into each other, sending her mind spinning into a strange and delicious oblivion. He let her adjust to his size, breaking their kiss to brush the hair on the side of her face.

"So beautiful."

Her heart beat was slow and steady, and having him look at her like that made her blush, but this time not out of embarrassment; this time, it was because maybe, maybe he was falling for her too.

Suddenly the wanting in the lower pit of her stomach took over, and her lower half shifted, making him slightly move inside her. She murmured. He chuckled, resting his arms on either side of her face for support. "Not a very patient puppy." He said, though it didn't seem as though he was talking to her. Without warning he began to thrust in long, hard strokes, watching her body bounce with each thrust. She couldn't stop the little yelps that burst out of her with every inward thrust. She didn't know what he was hitting, but it was enough to override any and all thoughts. Gradually he began to pick up the pace and her breathing quickened along with it. His mouth returned to pay attention to her breasts as his hands traced and squeezed her curves. He was sucking and pounding and his hands didn't seem to stop. Her legs were shaking, and the pleasure seemed to be tangling up in knots inside her, wrapping and wrapping in confusing and complicated knots until it would inevitably explode. She had hardly noticed she was screaming until, well, she was screaming and moaning all at the same time, her nails raking down his back.

Adrian smirked, thrusting harder and harder. "P-please," she was completely out of breath. "Don't stopppp…" Her hands were trembling, causing zig-zag shaped scratches. He chuckled, kissing her mouth. "Don't what? I didn't quite catch that, love."

"D-d-don't sssst-o-o-opppp."

"Say my name."

"Adrian." She said it on a sharp inhale.

He thrust hard into her, "Say my name."

She yelped, "A-adriann…"

He thrust deeper and harder into her, with long and quickening strokes. "Say my name!"

She couldn't hold it in any longer, her nails dug deeply into the middle of his back, and her own back arched, her head tossing back reflexively, "Adrian!" With one final thrust he pumped his seed into her, filling her with warmth. She shook uncontrollably beneath him, and he drew the covers over them, pulling her in against his chest, hugging her tightly.

She began to giggle slightly, despite the fact that she was still trembling. He brought her chin up, so that he could look at her face. Her eyes were shining and she was smiling widely. He brought his lips to hers sweetly. She laughed into the kiss. He smiled against her mouth. "Such a sweet sound." He muttered. The giggling died down as she nuzzled into his chest. He tucked the loose hairs behind her ear. "If you always laugh afterwards my dear, I'll need to bring you to euphoria more often." She giggled, but just a bit, and hugged him tightly. "Mmmmmm. Yes please."

"Sleepy, my darling?" She was. Her eyes were heavy and a droswy feeling was beginning to consume her. "I think I might have scratched you. I'm sorry." He kissed her forehead. "I branded you. It's only fair you leave your mark as well." She sighed contentedly and fell into a peaceful sleep.

…

"Sebastian!"

"Yes, Young Master?" The butler said, a hand on his chest and bowing slightly.

"Astrid should have been back by now. Find her."

"Yes, my lord."

The first place Sebastian thought to go was to the Undertaker. Perhaps she had never made it to his shop. He stepped in, the jingling bells announcing his presence. The robed figure stood before him, tending to some knick-knacks on the shelves. "Undertaker!" his voice boomed through the small shop.

"Ahhh Sebastian. To what do I owe this lovely visit?"

"Our head maid has failed to return. Have you seen her?"

"Heehee! I can do better than that. I know where she is." He teased.

Sebastian brought his fingers up to rub his forehead. "Quickly please, Undertaker. I won't have Young Master miss dinner."

"You're so tied up with that little boy."

"I don't have time for your games, Undertaker."

"Ahha, you know the price. Pay me and I'll tell you."

With a burst of speed, Sebastian pushed Adrian up against a wall, his face unamused.

"Heehee, fine fine. Lucky for you, you've caught me in a good mood. Free of charge for the Phantomhive butler." He grinned widely. "She was here, picking up an order like a good little lap dog. But one of my spices fell and the poor creature fell victim. Don't give me that face butler, she's not dead heehee. Don't tell me you care for the creature."

"She's my master's head maid. I'd be concerned to have our staff cut short by one." The bangs in front of the Undertaker's face covered the look of disbelief that he shot at Sebastian.

"So where is she?" Sebastian demanded.

"She's upstairs."

"I'll get her."

Sebastian was stopped mid-step by a cane with a skull at the end. "She'll be down shortly." He informed him. Sebastian glared at him, until he heard a noise coming from the back door.

"A-Adrian?" her legs wobbled as she tried to make her way down the stairs.

"Ah! There she is, right on schedule."

As she opened the door, she was surprised to see Sebastian.

Sebastian.

Her heart stopped. "I-I'm so sorry! I fell asleep, and I didn't-"

"Are you sure you're telling me the truth, Undertaker?" he said, not looking at her.

"What reason would I have to lie?" he grinned widely.

"The bruises on her neck." Sebastian stated simply.

Astrid's hands subconsciously went up to her neck. It did feel tender, particularly in the spots where Adrian had bitten down on earlier.

"Heehee side e-ffects, side e-ffects." He taunted, ticking his finger back and forth as he said the word 'effects.' Once again Sebastian glared at him, then turned his gaze to Astrid. "Young Master has instructed me to take you home." She bowed her head, cheeks red with shame. "Yes, of course. I'm sorry to have caused so much trouble."

"Come back soon!" Undertaker called after them, waving and grinning widely.

After apologizing to her master, Astrid excused herself to help Sebastian with dinner. When she entered the kitchen, Sebastian was cooking away, but stopped once he saw her. He slammed the door shut, his hand up above her head, and she leaned into the closed door, somewhat frightened. "What happened?"

"N-nothing."

"Did he do something to you?"

She shook her head fiercely. "No."

Sebastian lowered his hand and pulled down his jacket. Then he looked up at her, smiling a smile she knew wasn't at all genuine. In fact, she had reasonable cause to be frightened of a smile like that.

"Very well, I'll finish up here. You go rest. You must have had a long day." She nodded and ran out of the kitchen, ran all the way to her room. It was the first time she had gotten a moment alone. She looked in the mirror, finally seeing what Sebastian had pointed out earlier. The sight of the purple blotches made her heart race, and she traced them tenderly with trembling fingers. It caused the memories to course through her. Her legs and the space in between felt somewhat sore, but it was a small price to pay for the evening she had experienced. More than anything she wanted to see him again. Just see his bright eyes, smiling at her. That was all she needed. Her hands went up to her lips and she closed her eyes as she traced them, remembering his touch.

She tried covering her neck as best she could with her hair and went upstairs to see if Young Master needed anything before bed. She knocked before entering his office.

"Come in."

Sebastian was at his side, as always.

"I just wanted to see if you needed anything, my lord."

Ciel looked over at her boredly. "Did you get what I sent you out for?"

Her eyes widened and then shrunk as she realized she had failed in her one simple task. "N-no, Young Master."

Ciel sighed, disappointed. "Sebastian, go tomorrow and-"

"No!"

Both Ciel and Sebastian turned to look at her, surprised at her out-of-character outburst. She quickly bowed her head, arms folded neatly in front of her.
"It was my mistake. Please allow me to correct it." She insisted.

"Very well," Ciel said, waving his hand and dismissing her.

Her heart pumped fast and color raced to her cheeks as she left Ciel's study. She couldn't help the smile that was fast to form on her face. She would see Adrian again.

…

She stood under the sign that read UNDERTAKER and took a few deep breaths. She could do this, she thought. The door creaked as she pushed it open, and the bell jingled to announce her arrival. "Ahh, I was wondering if you'd be back."

"I'm just here to pick up the order from yesterday. It seems we never got around to it…"

He grinned widely, showing off his teeth, and chuckled a bit, running a hand through his hair so that she could see his face. She melted a little inside. He looked even more attractive when he laughed. "How are you feeling?" he asked. "A little sore," she admitted, "But I don't mind." He smiled at her and nodded. "Well then," he turned around, picking up a package on the shelf behind him, "I took the liberty of wrapping them all up for you."

"Thank you."

"Safe travels heehee."

"A-Adrian?"

"Hmm?"

"Will I see you again?"

"Heehee," he stuck his long fingernail out at her, "Couldn't get enough I see."

She blushed, but didn't turn away. "It doesn't have to be that. I'd like to get to know you."

He walked over to her, grabbing her cheeks and turning her head from side to side, examining her. "I'd love nothing more than that dearie. But I'm afraid you're off-limits."

"Off limits?"

He dropped his hand from her face. "That butler of yours came to visit. Demons are so possessive heehee. Such a shame, a beautiful specimen like you."

She shook her head. "I don't belong to him. You don't have to worry about that." After a long pause, she realized he didn't have anything to say. Her heart pounded in her ears. Would she lose him this easily? "I know Sebastian can seem intimidating. But he's only looking out for my best interest, the interest of the Phantomhive reputation. It wouldn't look good to have a maid who…" she shook her head, "I haven't been able to stop thinking about yesterday. About you. I don't know if what we felt, what I felt, was love. But if it was then I want to explore it. Even if it wasn't love I want to explore it." Her eyes were pleading, "I feel there was a lot more that I have left to learn. I want you to be the one to teach me."

He tossed her one of the bones she had seen him eat earlier. "I close shop Sundays at six. Perhaps it's time I paid Earl Phantomhive a visit." Her face lit up, and without thinking she ran up to hug him, throwing her arms around his neck. "I'll see you then." She said excitedly, and left without another word.