Chapter 1: Daydream
A terrible headache made him groan and turn away from his position staring at her beautiful face. He gazed around the room and nodded, remembering slightly what had happened as the sunlight streamed in, stinging his eyes.
"What on earth?" he asked himself, pulling the blanket off of his legs and climbing out of bed, completely naked. "Oh, where are my trousers?" he scolded himself, looking around and spotting them on her night table. He rubbed his temples in attempt of taking the pounding pain in his head, pulling his trousers on and turning around in attempt of trying to find his shirt.
"Good morning, Sebby," her voice called with a slight yawn.
"Good morning, my dear," Sebastian replied sweetly, scavenging all around for his missing shirt.
He heard the sound of bouncing bedsprings, letting him know that she was getting out of bed, and then immediately felt soft stroking on his front. Sebastian let out an involuntary moan as she kissed down his back.
"Oh," he gasped, reluctantly removing her hands from his erecting member and pulling them to his lips.
"Come on," she begged, dragging him back to the bed and pulling him back on top of her nude self.
Sebastian cracked a grin and cupped the back of her head, leaning down and kissing her passionately.
"Last night was…so…" her eyes closed, kissing his cheek and sucking on his earlobe to emphasize her words. "Now," she whispered. "Prove to me that it wasn't just a dream. Please," she added.
Sebastian sighed and asked, "What would you fancy for breakfast, my dear?"
"You," she whispered. "I could just eat…you…up…"
Sebastian stood up as he closed his eyes for a long blink.
When he opened them again, he was standing in the kitchen of the Manor House.
"Oh, I do miss her so," he mumbled to himself, taking the breakfast tray to the young master's bedroom and tried putting Cynthia out of his head.