It was a perfectly normal day in the Phantomhive Manor. Sebastian had helped Bardroy begin the preparations for breakfast. Finny was taking care of Pluto. Meirin was in the kitchen cleaning dishes.
"Mister Sebastian! There's a delivery at the door for the Young Master!"
The maid was flinging herself down the hall to Ciel's chambers. In an attempt to not waste time, she pushed herself faster. Rounding the corner and through the doorway, she tried to slow herself down.
Meirin tripped over, and for once, Sebastian paid no attention; held no heed to the fact that she was plummeting directly at him. Sebastian was facing away from her, and Meirin instinctively put her hands out in front of her to break her fall. What she did not realize, though, is that Sebastian was currently dressing an apathetic, tired master, who was sitting on the edge of the bed.
Sebastian began to stand, having finished dressing the boy, rising from his customary kneel, and at that precise moment, Meirin's hands were planted on Sebastian's back, her inertia carrying Sebastian forward, yet leaving her to face plant into the plush carpet.
Shocked beyond belief, Sebastian was pushed forward, his arms on either side of his master, who had been pushed down into the most surprised position; on his back, his legs still dangling off the bed.
Ciel began to blush with the sudden intimate proximity to his butler.
Surely Sebastian could have avoided that if he so wanted to. But did he want to? Ciel thought.
Sebastian smirked – he knew his master had some recent…. More than affectionate feelings for him, and he could take advantage of that, couldn't he?
The butler leaned down and brushed his lips past Ciel's, moving slowly. Ciel's blush deepened, and he feebly tried to push the butler away, but his efforts only lasted a small while before he felt a warm sensation course through his body.
Sebastian brought his lips in contact with his master's perfect ones, moving them and passionately moved his hand through his master's hair. The boy let forth a moan.
A gasp. A shriek.
Meirin was at the door with the package she had spoken of.
Sebastian slowly dragged himself off of his master.
"The- P-package… it's from Mister Lau… h-he says it's i-incense… Anise incense. Yea…" The maid stammered, her face flushing and her hand flying up to meet her nose.
"It would you have a busy day ahead of you, my Lord, no?"