Title: Roses are red, and so are your blushing cheeks…
Author: kira
Rating: OT
Words: 500
Characters: Soma, Elizabeth
Spoilers: none
Summary: Soma and Elizabeth talk about her upcoming nuptials, amongst other things. Lucky for him, she is made of sterner stuff than most Victorian women…
Warnings: none

Author's note: Mildly AU as it implies Sebastian never got around to eating his "food" and takes place roughly seven years after Soma and Elizabeth first met…

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"Oooh men!" Elizabeth groused as she stormed into the townhouse's front parlor. Fists clenched at her sides, the eighteen year old kicked her fiancé's favorite chair as she strode past it towards the sofa. Picking up a pillow, she shook it. "Stupid idiot Ciel!"

Soma, who had been sitting in the window seat, asked, "What did he do now?"

"Prince Soma?" Elizabeth sputtered, her cheeks turning a delicate shade of red. "I'm sorry; I didn't know you were here…"

"It is okay, so tell your big brother, what did he do now?" Grinning, he turned in the window seat to face her.

"He won't talk about the wedding!" she wailed.

Soma snorted in amusement. "That is because most men do not care about the wedding. What is it? A ceremony for guests, a great feast in a long list of them… No… All they care about is bedding their wives on their wedding night."

Blushing, Elizabeth giggled. "Prince Soma!"

"It is true! My brother, Krishna, thought so much about it, that he was busy bedding wife before it became official. I remember it was quite the scandal when she presented him with a son a few months later. Little Ciel has not been bedding you, has he?" he teased.

She giggled over his use of 'little" to describe her fiancé as he now towered over the Bengali prince. "No! And we really shouldn't be talking like this! It's not proper."

"I will not understand you English and your aversion to sex."

"Prince Soma!" Flustered, Elizabeth attempted to change the subject. "So have you thought about getting married?"

"No, my parents did not care enough to find me a wife."

"What about an English girl?"

"Sadly, when they look at me, all they see is a dark skinned heathen," he ruefully replied. "Then again, Agni takes care of me like a good husband."

Elizabeth's eyes went wide. "He does?" She flushed a deep red as all the implications of that statement ran through her head.

Soma nodded. "In my country it is also frowned upon, but it exists…"

"Well, ummm… yes…"

"Anyway, if you have any questions about your wedding night, you can come to your big brother. I will tell you honestly what to expect. I may not be married, but I have had sex." He winked at her.

Unable to come up with a reply, Elizabeth simply nodded.

"Before I forget, part of my wedding gift to you, besides that silly tea set, is-"

"Royal Doulton is fine china, Prince Soma, not some silly tea set."

He shrugged. "Anyway, part of my wedding gift to you, is a copy of the Kama Sutra in English. Read it, know its teachings, but do not try those things you see in it. They claim to give ultimate pleasure, but Agni says they are a recipe for injuring oneself."

"Really?"

He nodded. "Just be happy together."

"Okay and thanks..."

"Good, now go." Soma, turning around, looked out the window as she left…