How did it come to this? Elizabeth sat huddled underneath their small wooden shelter as the rain beat down mercilessly. She watched Ciel as he stood on the shore staring out at the sea. She wouldn't have been surprised if he thought he was going to will the oceans with his own anger to bring a boat back them. His shirt was transparent and soaked. At the age of sixteen he was reaching almost the same height as Sebastian and many elderly family friends had mistakenly called him Vincent in the past few months. He was happy to have grown into the likeness of his father at least physically.

"Ciel, get back under the shelter. I can't have you dying of a cold or your asthma." Lizzie called out. She saw his shoulder's hunch and he turned to trudge back to her. She watched his tall form come closer and closer to her. Even being stranded on an island could not get him to walk at a speed above a saunter. He crouched his long form down and scooted in next to her, "Are you worried?" she asked softly. He shook his head and stretched out his long legs.

"Not in the least. Sebastian will find us soon." He stretched his arm around her shoulders and she leaned into him even though he was drenched.

"Sebastian is going to find us?" She snorted.

"You lack confidence in my butler." She could hear the smirk growing on his face, "He's a Phantomhive butler Elizabeth."

"Yes, well we all have our limits." She pulled down at the hem of her slip. They had cut her once beautiful lavender dress with teal accents into a now shabby blanket. She never wanted to wear one of those dresses again. This was the second time her ridiculous outfit had almost drown her. Her wet curls were glued to her shoulders and back. She tilted her head to look up at Ciel. His eye was still fixed on the water. What if they did die here? Did he honestly think that Sebastian was just going show up at any moment with blankets and hot tea? As her mind began to race more and more she thought about how long she had loved him. Although most of it was mostly one sided and at times seemed to be a silly child's crush, now at the age of sixteen she saw her future with him. She had to be as close with him as she could be now or it may never happen. With a slight panic running down into her stomach she placed her hand on his cheek and turned his head. Before he could ask her anything she pulled him down by his collar and began kissing him with need. He kissed her back but soon pulled his head away to look at her. Her eyes were brimming with tears.

"Lizzie, what's wrong?"

"Do you love me?"

"Elizabeth—"

"Do you—"

"Yes," He hissed as if this was a painful thing to admit.

"Then I need you to be honest with me now Ciel." With a swift motion she pulled the string nestled in the back of his hair causing his eyepatch to fall but immediately be replaced with his hand.

"What the hell are you doing Elizabeth?" She crawled on top of him and tried to pull his hand away. As they struggled she began to cry angrily.

"Show me Ciel. Dammit I want you to show me." She pulled and pushed but he was stronger than her in strength and will and she was reduced to pounding on his chest like a child, "I just want you to show me."

"Elizabeth this will ruin what you think of me and us and our future. I'm only trying to protect you." His voice was barely a whisper.

"I don't care," Her head flew up again to stare at his face, "I do not care Ciel, I want you to show me this instant." She smashed one of her fist into the ground next to them. As she looked into his showing eye she could what she thought was terror. He slowly let his hand slip down past he cheek to soon rest at his side. Elizabeth leaned forward examining the now exposed purple eye with a symbol she thought she knew in the center. She clasped his face in her hands and tried to piece together what all this meant. What was that symbol? Where had she seen it? In an instant she knew and her hand flew over her mouth to stifle a gasp, "Ciel what did you do?"

"I wanted to survive Elizabeth. I would not be here if I hadn't made that deal." His voice was unwavering.

"So you made a deal with a demon and that demon is Sebastian." She searched both his eyes for the first time and could see that even with both of them exposed she could not get a read on his emotions.

"Yes."

"What was the deal, Ciel?"

"To get revenge for my parents deaths and for my torture." Once again his voice was unchanged.

"And when it's done—"

"He will consume my soul."

"I won't have it." She murmured.

"I don't think you have a choice."

"So this future I have been told I could have with you was all a lie?"

"What did you want me to say, Lizzie? Stop making wedding arrangements I don't know if I will be alive, I don't think that would go over very well not to mention that I can't just go around telling people my butler is a demon." His voice rose slightly before he cleared his throat.

"I hate you." She murmured.

"Good, it's better that way Elizabeth." He could be so cold. Uncaring was his general emotion even in such poignant situations. She shoved him away and crawled out of the shelter, "Where are you going?" She turned around and glared into his marked eye.

"I'm getting away from you. Do not act like I need protecting, Ciel. You kept this from me because you like it that way. You've always enjoyed having your secret upper hand all to yourself. I know you are damaged beyond repair but we're not children anymore so at least learn to fake some compassion for others." Ciel had never heard her speak so directly. Elizabeth pushed her drenched hair back and stomped away. With every step she felt her shoes sinking deeper into the sand and mud. The wind whipped the water into her eyes and she had to shield her face to even keep them open. Where was she going to go? She could probably circle this death trap in fifteen minutes. It did not matter to her she just kept walking.

"Elizabeth stop." She could hear that Ciel's voice was just far enough away that she could ignore him and he would have to run to catch, "Would you kindly stop parading around in this down pour?" His voice was growing closer and before he would really begin to yell she turned around to face him. He too shielded his eyes with his hand until he was face to face with her. He tried to put his arms around her shoulders but she pushed him away.

"Get off of me!" Elizabeth yelled over the wind and thunder that had just erupted.

"You're being ridiculous. I told you that you didn't want to know!"

"You didn't want me to know Ciel," She screamed as the wind blew around them like a vacuum, "I'm tired of being your burden- your annoyance! I'm not going to come over and pretend I have any sort of significant meaning in your life anymore! I'm done—"

"I don't want you to be done—"

"Then what do you want? I'm not going to keep telling myself you love me Ciel Phantomhive because you don't. You're not capable of it- and it isn't your fault- but I can and I can't keep wasting it on you!" Her green eyes were turning red with amount of sand and dirt being thrown into them and her tears trying to push the invading forces out. She covered her face and then looked up at him.

"I don't want you to give up on me." He tried to take her hands but she pulled away once more.

"You're just saying these things, Ciel. There's no meaning behind them." She couldn't look at him anymore. His violet and blue eyes staring into her and through her. She didn't want to look into those eyes anymore. As hiccupping sobs escaped her throat she tried to turn away for the last time only to feel herself being spun around and kissed. Kissed with more energy and intensity than she thought was possible simply between lips. She placed her hands on his shirt and pulled him in closer before sliding her arms to the back of his neck and locking them there. Her need for air was fighting her need to be kept this close to him infinitely. His hands slid down her back and to the back of her thighs where he hoisted her up and began carrying her back to the shelter. It was probably the first time Elizabeth had seen or felt Ciel exert any sort of physical effort.

Elizabeth kept her face buried next to his cheek. It was surprisingly warm. Due to his cold demeanor she always imagined him and his touch to be icy as well. He placed her back on her feet and laid out what was left of her mangled dress for her to lay on. She crawled in and collapsed. She was drained in every way she could think possible. Ciel slowly lowered himself so he was hovering over her. He propped himself up on his elbows and entangled his hands into her hair. She brought her arms up again the rest on the back of his shoulders. There was nowhere else for her to look but his eyes now.

"I want to be with you." She whispered.

"You are with me." His lips were daring to smile but not quite yet.

"I want to be close to you."

"I don't think we could get much closer, Lizzie." He rested his forehead on hers as she persisted.

"Yes we can." She began pulling at his shirt but he stopped her. He laughed a little to himself.

"I think that you are very upset right now and that you are not thinking clearly." He tried to keep her from pulling his shirt up anymore but her hands were already on his bare stomach running madly over his skin.

"This is what I want."

"No I don't think so Lizzie." He was still amused by her.

"So you don't want me, then?"

"That is obviously not it. Of course—" His eyes fluttered momentarily as she began to pull on his belt and try to put her hand into his pants, "Of course I want you but I am not about to have sex with you after the emotional outburst—"

"Stop talking to me like I'm a client," She whispered in his ear and she could hear him inhale sharply, "If you want to make me happy then you will take me now." Her voice was low and she punctuated her statement by biting at his neck.

"Elizabeth—" His voice was breathy and tight as she rolled herself so she was on top of him straddling his hips tightly. She could feel him hard against her and knew she had already won the argument. Outside it was growing dark with the sky turning a deep crimson and purple hue. The last bit of sunlight reflected off of Ciel's flushed and frustrated face. She watched him intently as she ground herself down onto him. He was too masterful at hiding his expressions and the only response she could get out of him was a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, "This is what will make you happy?" His voice was also low and husky. She nodded and before she could say anything else he had sat up straight and pulled her as close to his chest as he could. He began kissing her neck moved slowly down to her breasts while pulling the gathered fabric away and exposing her chest. His hands roamed up her dress and caressed her thighs softly. He pulled at her underwear gently and then rougher and harder until they ripped and he through them aside.

Elizabeth pulled back momentarily only to pull off his shirt and bite and kiss his shoulders. She leaned back more and yanked her slip over her head to leave her completely bare on top of him. He stared at her with a crooked smile and then flipped her onto her back. She tried to pull him down and keep him close to her again but he resisted and her response was a whimper.

"I want to see your beautiful face." He murmured as his hands traced down her sides and under her buttocks. His fingers ran under her thighs and soon found her already wet slit. He entered her slowly and she tilted her head back with a gasp. She wanted more and she looked at him almost angrily. He was smirking.

"Ciel." She gasped with her brows furrowed as he began to push his fingers deeper and harder with each movement of his arm.

"Yes?" The smirk had still not faded and she thought he might even laugh with enjoyment at her moans. She grabbed at his arm wanting more.

"This isn't enough." She whined. He leaned down and kissed her gently.

"Oh no?" He raised an eye brow. This is what he wanted, she thought, to hear her say it. To beg for him. That was fine with her because she wanted to say it too. She wanted to say dirty things to him, affect him in some way, and watch him come apart.

"Please Ciel." She watched his face change slightly and something lit up behind his eyes, "Please, I need you." She pulled him down close to her and watched as he slowly pulled off what remaining clothes he had. He lingered over her like an animal watching its prey.

"Ask me again." He murmured. He closed his eyes and ran his nose down the bridge of her own. As he opened his eyes his body was hovering over her only slightly. He was in perfect position to enter her at any moment. Elizabeth locked her eyes with his again and pushed his hair back to see his face fully.

"Please Ciel." Before she could finish saying his name he had slid into her and her throat exploded with a moan and shudder. She wrapped her legs tightly around him as he gently moved back in forth but in such a divine way. As he began to move deeper into her she pushed herself hard against him finally gaining some reaction. He moaned and gripped tightly at her legs.

"Lizzie." She had never heard his voice so vulnerable and deep. Elizabeth continued to move against him and his moans and curses grew more and more frequent until all she could hear was the resounding of her name over labored breathing. She was becoming greedy and wanted more control. She pushed him back and rolled over once more on top of him. He sat up and leaned against one of the shelter walls panting and reaching out for her body to be close to his. As she slid back into him she took his hands and pinned them behind his head. She watched his face scrunch and relax, his mouth open and close as he bit his lip to stifle the sounds he was making. She was addicted to his face and the way he'd squeeze his eyes shut and then squint them open to look at her again between grunts. Elizabeth felt changed as she let his hands down which then immediately found her back and breast. How would she go back home and pretend they had never done this? And that they would never make love again for a year and a half until their wedding? It would be impossible and the thought of this moment ending made her aware of the burning and growth of release in her stomach. She put her elbows on top of his shoulders as she began to grind and move hard trying to force him into new depths. The burning warmth grew and soon her body began to shake and convulse around him. Her voice fell as she tried to say his name between the other sounds leaving her mouth. As she looked at him she could see he was staring at her with a sort of wonder and amazement at seeing her come apart.

"You're so beautiful." He shuddered as he kissed her arms and chest. They had both stopped moving and thrashing about. Ciel touched her cheek lightly and gave her the same crooked smile as before, "Happy?"

"I will be."

"What else could you possibly want?" He laughed and groaned at the same time, leaning his head back against the wall. She began to circle her hips again and his mouth went slack.

"I don't believe you're finished."

"Elizabeth- that's out of the question." His words were left powerless as he bit his lip.

"Why don't you just let me do what I want?" She whispered and moved her hips faster. He watched her through his heavily lidded eyes. She could see in the slow changes of her movements what was affecting him the most. Her eyes watched as his shoulders began to stiffen and he had a slight twitch that flashed across his face.

"Fuck Lizzie." He moaned and groped at her chest.

"Young Master." Elizabeth immediately stopped her movements as Sebastian's voice rang out from across the island. Ciel's eyes flashed and he kissed her quickly before they through all of their clothes back on. She kicked her torn underwear underneath the edge of the shelter, handed Ciel his disgarded eye patch that had been laying on the ground, and followed Ciel out. Before they could start walking he spun around again and kissed her one last time. She would have begged him not to let go but Sebastian's voice interrupted them again. Ciel retied his eyepatch quickly.

"Lady Elizabeth and my Lord I'm glad to see you are safe." Sebastian stood as he always did with his hand on his chest and a smile on his face.

"Yes well, the storm hit us a for a while. What took you so long?" Ciel's voice was once again cold but Elizabeth stared at him through changed eyes. It was like there was a glow around him now. There was a new want and urge inside of her to be as close to him as often as possible. She didn't care anymore she was not going to deny herself what they had just had. She grabbed his hand as they headed toward the boat.

"Lady Elizabeth your brother has accompanied us to come retrieve you and he assured me that he has brought some of your most favorite dresses to replace the one you lost." Sebastian pulled boat as close to shore as possible. Elizabeth could feel the color draining in her face.

"My brother?"