I am not a big baker, mainly because I don't have a kitchen that warrants all the fancy stuff - like counters and space. But enough about my lack of baking - let's talk about the Phantomhive kitchen. It's big and sometimes a bit messy. *thanks Bard.* And has enough room to really make some sweet, sweet... sweets. I mean, Sebastian is in there - so ya know, one sweet down. *puts the cake down* So The Sweet Collection is a collection inspired by Victorian Sweets and Pastries, and a few hearty meals in there to balance it all - apparently, you can't live on sweets along... challenge accepted though. And all our favorite cooks are here - Sebastian and Mey-Rin. Oh, and a small dose of Nina Hopkins (a request...). Ahem... drum roll please... A Sweet Collection!

Oh... one more thing before you bite into that sugary coma... these chapters are long. You're very, very, welcome.

Victorian Sponge Cake

Mey-Rin gasped a bit as the spoon seemed to slip out of her hand, slowly, clattering toward the counter. Startled, she pulled her hand back, stepped back, making her bump into the solid man behind her.

"Oh my goodness! I am so sorry Mister Sebastian! Oh god the bowl!" she squealed as she both apologized and watched in horror as the bowl of cream filling tipped almost onto her front and on the floor. She stilled and gasped again; the perfectly gloved hands and enough tantalizing skin of Mister Sebastian wrapped around her and caught the bowl as it tipped almost all the way over.

"I apologize Mey-Rin," he said. She felt the familiar prickle of a nose-bleed and the goose-bumps raise on the back of her neck where his breath breezed over it. "I should have announced my presence better."

"No! No… I - I shouldn't be here!" she replied and turned around, and now bumped into him again - this time she was facing him, his arms still on either side of her, although the bowl was safe and there was no need to have his arms near her. "Oh god! I am… I can't… Oh damn!"

His perfectly schooled expression seemed to break for a moment as she pushed her hand over her nose and he watched the blush spread from her cheeks to her forehead, and around her neck. He raised an eyebrow at the language, or lack there of, and he listened as her heartbeat accelerated. All the things he was used to seeing when he looked at the Maid. All the things that made him pause and look at her longer, wondering why he had such an effect on her. He was a man, and there was plenty of them going around at the Phantomhive Manor, but she only seemed to have the acute reaction when he was near her, or simply talked to her at times. He lifted his lips a bit and watched as she struggled to find an exit from where his arms were still beside her. She finally looked up.

"Mister Sebastian? Please… please let me go."

He looked at her and knew she only saw an outline, if that. Her eyesight otherwise was perfect when needed to be, but she had let herself be blinded by the heavy lenses of glasses that made her job - being a Maid - absolutely impossible. He plucked them off and held them in his fingers, surprised to see the warm brown eyes wide with astonishment, fear, and lust. Seeing a way out, Mey-Rin dashed to his right, open now since his hand held her glasses. He turned and watched as she grabbed a towel and pressed it to her face. She turned a bit and he saw tears pricking her eyes before she turned and fled up the stairs.

"Curious," Sebastian breathed as he listened to her continue to run all the way up to the fourth floor, their quarters below the roof. He folded the glasses and placed them on the window sill, above where she had been standing. He looked around and frowned. "What were you doing up at 3 in the morning?"

Mey-Rin bit her lip as she sat on her bed. Her nose had stopped bleeding but she felt the blush still tainting her skin. It was stupid to be up so early. It was stupid to be so surprised Mister Sebastian would not have found her. He was the most efficient out of all the Phantomhive servants.

"So dumb! You should have waited until everyone was gone to bed… or not done it!" she scolded herself. She fell back into the small pillow and stared at the ceiling. "He probably would have thought it was for the Master anyway."

She rolled over and frowned as she caught the clock, ticking softly, by her bed. It would go off in two hours. She would have a total of three hours of sleep, if she was lucky. She had slept restlessly when they all had gone to bed, listening to Finny and Bard play a round of cards down the hallway and was sure that the footfalls she heard was Mister Sebastian, the muffled stern tone was asking them to be quiet, because soon she didn't hear them anymore. But the footfalls came back and seemed to stop nearby. Mister Sebastian had a suite of rooms further down the hall and around the corner, so it made sense he walked past her door, but to pause? Again she analyzed it, and found herself blinking at the clock, now 30 minutes past when she had rushed back into her bedroom.

A light knock on her door made her sit up.

"Y… yes?"

"Mey-Rin?" the muffled voice of Master Sebastian said. "Are you… awake?"

"Obviously," she whispered and then looked at her state of dress and blushed. She got up and realized she still was wearing the long gown she had been wearing when he had caught her in the kitchen. "I am."

"May I come in?"

"Ah… oh! Yes," she said as she rushed to the door and pulled it open as he was opening it as well. "Sorry."

"Please, stop apologizing. You don't have to be sorry - you have nothing to be sorry about."

She opened her mouth and shut it, nodding. "Ah… you… you wished to talk to me?"

Sebastian stood just inside her room and looked at her. "I interrupted you while you made something. Some kind of sweet by the ingredients."

"It wasn't anything. I shouldn't be down in the kitchen."

"What were you preparing?"

Mey-Rin lifted her eyes and saw he was curious, was really asking, as if he didn't know. Why was he not scolding her for leaving so quickly and not cleaning up? Why was he not even showing he was irritated? She sucked in a breath and slowly let it out. "Something… something I wanted to make for a … cake."

"Yes, I gathered it was for a cake."

"Victorian Sponge Cake, Mister Sebastian!" she almost shouted and clamped her hands on her mouth and blushed.

He slowly smiled and stepped a bit more in the room, nodding his head, his eyes distant as if he was searching his mind. "I haven't made that in some years, but yes… the creame. I should have guessed by the consistency. A nice cake for afternoon tea, paired just so with some fresh fruits... delightful." He looked at her for a moment and closed the door. "I do like the way the creame tastes. It's one of the things I actually enjoy."

Mey-Rin felt faint as he stepped closer to her. He was taller and towered over her, but he didn't mean to, it was simply he was tall and always looked so menacing in his all black Butler suit. But now, with rolled up and pinned shirt and it slightly undone around his neck, and only in his black suit pants and shiny shoes, she didn't seem to be too threatened as he stepped even closer. Just felt very much as if her heart would run out of her chest and she would be left in a heap at his feet.

"And who, may I ask, was this treat for?" He leaned a bit down and smiled, almost as if he knew, wanted her to confirm it, wanted to know if he could pounce on her.

Mey-Rin swallowed and his eyes drifted to her neck for a moment and then back to her face. "You," she managed to whispered as she chocked on the air that wasn't coming fast enough into her lungs. "The cake was for you, Mister Sebastian."

"Mmm… yes, a favorite of mine," he whispered back. "Too bad you ran away before you could finish… it."

Mey-Rin's back hit the wall and he took a step and suddenly knelt down, his eyes now lifted to look at her. "I wonder if I could have another kind of… cake?"

Mey-Rin's eyes fluttered as his continued to drill into hers. "Mi-Mister Sebas-Sebastian, I'm not sure I understand."

"Why were you making a cake for me?"

"Be-because I wanted to thank you."

His fingers skirted around her ankle and lifted her nightgown slowly. "And why? I have done nothing to be thanked for." He paused as he lifted her gown a bit more and raised an eyebrow. "Yet."

"Mister Sebastian!" Mey-Rin gasped as she watched his hands now slide her gown further up her leg, exposing her thighs now. "Please! What… what are you doing? Oh gods!"

"Is this not why you were baking me a cake? To thank me? To tempt me? To make me visit you?"

Mey-Rin's gasped and her brain shut off the filter that normally stopped her daydreams, her voicing how she wanted the man who was now so close, and so willing it seemed, and she simply nodded and looked into his red eyes, which were dancing in delight.

"No need for cakes, my dear Mey-Rin. But I admit, it was a good invitation." He smiled as his hands skirted around her hips, her shorter than appropriate pantaloons showing. He undid a string and licked his lips. "I accept, if you are still offering… especially that lovely creame filling."

Again her head nodded and he pulled her pantaloons apart, exposing her sex to him. She bit her lip as his right hand, still clad in the stark white gloves that tantalized her just as much, drifted from her hip, to her apex and slid between her legs, making her widen her stance. She moaned as his fingers slid down her slit, making them part and quack in anticipation.

"Please… please…."

"Yes?"

She looked down and wished to see his reaction, beyond his face beaming in victory, hunger, and lust. "Please. Take your Victorian Sponge Cake and enjoy it."

"I shall. However, in return for such delights, may I offer you later a stuffed Eclair?"

Mey-Rin moaned and nodded as his fingers curled into her, seeking her opening, her wetness, and smiled wider as he felt it already was seeping into his gloves. His left hand stayed on her hip and his right kept sliding along her slit and into her, making her buck her hips into his hand. His eyes stayed on hers and he slowly stood, his hands not moving as he leaned over and bent.

"Perhaps I should sample while you are on the bed? I do wish you to be comfortable as I take my fill. I am," he paused and turned to look at her fully again, "rather hungry."

Mey-Rin moaned and nodded, eager to be anywhere he was and assuring his hands would continue to do what they were doing. She walked to the bed and turned around to sit but Sebastian stilled her and turned around, facing away from him. "Sebastian," she breathed.

"I wish to be more then just a consumer of Victorian Sponge Cake. I desire to delight on it and take my portion. Perhaps a bit more then is polite." He kissed her neck lightly and she threw her head to the left, letting him have more of her neck if he wished. And he did. His left hand came up and she felt the fabric being dragged up even as his right once was between her legs, rubbing her, pushing her lips apart and slowly sinking into her. His left hand cupped her left breast when he got to it and he pushed the fabric so he could touch the bare skin. He marveled at how his own reaction was so quick and rising to the surface. He kissed her and closed his eyes, breathing in the scent of the woman who tripped and fell into his arms and would smell so good when he caught her. Now it was sweeter, more aromatic and he wanted it all over him.

"Sebastian… please, I want you on me."

Sebastian smiled and kissed up her neck and on her chin, letting her breast go and turning her head to kiss her on the lips. "Of course," he whispered. He slipped his wet fingers from her sex and she groaned. He pulled her nightgown off her and turned her so he could look at her naked body. "Do you with to keep the lamp on?"

"It's almost out."

"I know. And I see no more kerosene to refill it once it goes out."

"It's down in the basement."

"I know," Sebastian whispered. "Do you wish to conserve the light?"

"I want…" she licked her lips as she let her hands trail up his body and barely wrapped around his neck. "I want you to see me."

He smiled and leaned down a bit. "Yes, my Sponge Cake."

He pushed her down to sit on the bed as he once more knelt and spread her hidden lips once more. He leaned down and kissed her, watching as her eyes close and enjoyed the fantasy he figured was playing out in reality for her. How long had she wanted to thank him? Give her body to him? Be improper and break the social code? He smiled as he kissed down to her left breast, sucking it in as his right hand cupped and squeezed the other one. She was an assassin, not a domestic servant by trade. Social codes were known, but were frequently broken so she could do her job. But this, as he switched and dined on her right breast, this wasn't a breaking of social code, this was a need and a lust he had not seen in anyones eyes in many, many years. He glanced up and licked down the valley of her breasts. Mey-Rin was special even to him and he would not use his powers to make her explode in a shower of ecstasy. No, he would tease her and beg for her to give him his reward for being patient and always being there. He wanted her to beg him to catch him. And he would.

"Sebastian… your fingers are on my knees. I thought you were going to be eating your dessert."

"I'm admiring how beautifully constructed it is," he said, looking up even as he moved his mouth closer to her lips. He snaked his tongue out and almost fainted at the strong sexual desires he was lapping up in the air. Was it only hers? He checked and smiled; no, his own body was very, very aware of the naked Maid. "I hate to destroy something so divine looking."

"I'm sure I can make another cake," she whispered as his tongue slid up her slit and his fingers brushed up her inner thighs. "You may find this cake not to your liking and we have to… oh… have to redo it."

"I do hate having to spend the time to remake a cake. But it does seem worth it."

Mey-Rin's response was a low growl as he plunged into her sex and swept his tongue over her lips and dipped slowly into them. He dragged his right hand, already soaked in the little bit of juices he had already gotten from her, back around her and slowly inserted two fingers. Her legs spread wider as she leaned back, arching her back and was panting. Sebastian smiled; she was already on the verge of an orgasm and he had not done anything yet. She would be giving him the sweet creame he longed for sooner then he expected. He smiled; she would be making a few batters of it before he was ready to feed her his dessert.

Mey-Rin's senses were on overdrive. She felt the colder air of the room on her nipples, keeping them erect, she felt her ponytail, a single one instead of the two she usually wore during the day, brushing her neck and upper back as she shook her head, enjoying her body being heated from the inside. It had been a long, long time since she had felt the sexual touch of a man. It had been a long time since she had begun her fantasy of Sebastian breaking that time. And now, her fantasy man was on his knees, his tongue drawing out her wetness and need, faster then she wanted, but knew the first round would be quick, all the other rounds… she moaned as he pumped his fingers faster.

"Sebastian!" she groaned and whimpered. Her body exploded in white hot heat and she felt the Butler lapping at her released juices. "Oh gods…" she panted, his fingers once more moving inside her. "Take off your gloves. I want to feel you."

She looked down as he withdrew his right hand, his finger-clad gloves soiled a wet white. She groaned and smiled, meeting his gaze. But then he smiled and brought the glove to his mouth, and bit the tip of his index finger, one of the soiled fingers, and pulled the glove off, twisting his head as it came off his fingers, slowly, and with deliberateness. "Oh… damn."

"I think you can use stronger words then that, my Sponge Cake. I am not opposed to some naughty words falling from those lips of yours as I dine on the dessert below."

Mey-Rin sucked in a breath as his right hand once more palmed at her sex. "Fuck…" she breathed finally.

"Better," he whispered as he lowered his mouth to her sex and once more was licking her into a fiery passion, lapping up the juices, flowing freer now. He held her through two more orgasms and he carefully licked her around her lips, sensitive and engorged, and laid a kiss above her sex, just above her special bud, the one he made flower each time she came. She showered him with a few choice words as he brought her to the brink of release, and then backed off, and then plunged her over the cliff again.

Mey-Rin felt like an over done Victorian Sponge Cake, or one that had sat too long with the cream filling. She smiled, both were accurate. She lay down, panting and trying to catch her breath. She opened her eyes as Sebastian sat beside her, his back drenched in sweat even as he took a handkerchief and dabbed at his lips, the last of her gushing creame being gentlemanly dabbed away.

"Sebastian?"

He turned and looked at her. "Yes, Mey-Rin?"

She gave a small laugh. "'Mey-Rin," she muttered. "Yes, all polite and business," she said, a bit more harshness leaking into her voice. "Does your… Eclair need release?"

He looked down as if to check his tented pants and he looked back over to her, his eyes sweeping up her naked body. "It does. However," he added as she began to sit up. "I think we both enjoyed our sweets for tonight. Too much and our teeth will rot."

Mey-Rin simply stared at him and then looked pointedly at his erection, straining in his pants. "That is why we have dentists," she replied, leaning over to him.

Her alarm went off and she and Sebastian turned to look at the offensive noise maker and lunged at it. Mey-Rin scooted faster and snatched it off her night stand, clamping down on the ringer and resetting it. She felt the lips of Sebastian kissing her back and his hands on her naked butt, squeezing them like they were her breasts.

"You can enjoy me a bit more," she said, looking over her shoulder and meeting his guilty eyes. He lifted his lips off her and smiled softly.

"Your employer wants you to be there in a punctual manner."

"Screw my employer," she said and turned over, once more presenting her sex to him. "Fuck me."

"Language my dear."

"I'm naked, in my bed and you just gave me four orgasms. We have been together for an hour and half."

She sat up and pawed at his pants. "Fucking give me my dessert."

His eyes danced as the oil lamp finally went out. He crawled up her body and held himself over her. "I offered a stuffed Eclair later. I didn't say tonight was later."

He felt her shutter as he breathed into her ear his promise that they would sample his dessert offering soon. Her fingers tried to grab his clothes even as he got up, wordlessly watching in the darkness as she sat up, her breasts bouncing a bit as she yanked a drawer open and dug for matches. He gripped her wrist as she was about to strike the match, being able to see in the dark her shocked expression.

"My dear Victorian Sponge Cake, please, let me be for today. I have plenty of Eclair to satisfy that obvious sweet tooth of yours. But my love," he added, once more moving his right hand between her legs, "This was an offering for us to savor and sample, so leave some creame for later. I may ask for a quick bite. I am rather fond of your recipe of creame."

Mey-Rin's hand shook and she dropped the match, feeling the air around her stir and then settle. She reached in for another match and struck it, slowly turning in her bed, but seeing she was alone, naked, in the middle of her bed. She smiled as it burned down to her fingers and she shook it out. She would be up at 3 every morning making Victorian Sponge Cakes if she got to enjoy Sebastian's reaction to being offered it.

Slowly she got out of bed and wrapped her robe around her and picked up her days uniform, plodding down to the bathroom she shared with Bard and Finny. As she closed the door she glanced down the hall, toward Sebastian's doors around the corner. Next time she would be dressing in his bathroom. If she bothered to dress at all.