I loved writing "This is How We Feel" - my first look at how the dynamics of the Phantomhive Demon Butler and Maid could turn from their usual positions into rather... less usual positions. So this is a second part - going back to a deeper look at the changed dynamics of the Phantomhive Staff, and the members of this family. And sex. Kind of have to have some great sex. But not as like bed busting as the first one... not yet. *wink*

Since there were several couples introduced in "This is How We Feel" (even so it was all about Sebastian and Mey-Rin), this one will explore them, fluidly flowing (I hope) who is being focused on. Happy reading!

Three Months later...

The Phantomhive Manor was alive again. The Earl was moody, and pacing, Lady Elizabeth was flipping through fabric samples, Bard was sneaking kisses with his betrothed, and Finny was sitting next to Tanaka, talking about the new butterflies they had seen at the London Zoo indoor exhibit.

In servant quarters above Mey-Rin rocked in the chair, her baby, Glorey Alice Michealis, finishing suckling at her breast. She swept her hair over her left shoulder and reached beside her on the low table for the blanket and placed it on her now ready shoulder. Her daughter smacked her lips and came off her nipple, blinking her bright brownish eyes at Mey-Rin's gentle smile.

"You done? You certainly were hungry," Mey-Rin cooed as she righted her three month old child and placed her on her shoulder, adjusting her top as she did so. The gentle weight of her precious baby made her sigh and wish to wrap her arms around the hard fought baby. She and her lover, husband, and demon, had risked her very life to have the child that now was softly snoring on her shoulder, a small hick-up shuttering her body as Mey-Rin patted her back gently. Glorey was protected and loved by each of the Phantomhive Manor family, and she gently got up, walking the room a bit as her baby fell asleep.

"My precious women," a gentle voice said as Mey-Rin gazed at her sleeping daughter, now in her cradle. "How beautiful is this scene?"

Sebastian wrapped his arms around Mey-Rin and kissed her neck, his cheek grazing the blanket that Glorey had spit up on a bit as she burped. Mey-Rin giggled as he stood and she took the blanket from her shoulder and wiped his stained cheek. "About as messy as they come, I see."

He kissed her on the nose and made her wrinkle it. He smiled and did it again, sighing as he captured her mouth as well. He laced his fingers into hers and pulled her to the doorway, closer to their bedroom right next to their daughters. Sebastian looked at the baby in the cradle and back at his lovely eternal partner.

"My love, how are you feeling today?"

She smiled and laid her head on his shoulder as they continued where they had set up a small couch.

"Better. I am still hearing the young master and his breathing clearly. I can move quickly to Glorey's side is she starts to fuss. Or if you call me," she added, snuggling into his side. "I missed you last night."

Sebastian turned and kissed his beautiful assassin. "The Undertaker had heard a few more things about our daughter. He is glad that she is here; he has waited a long time to give the fallen around us a run for their souls. A half-demon, half-human has not been born in a few centuries, and lived. One was a few decades back, and we all waited, but he was not strong. Glorey, oh she is strong. Gets it from her mother," he added as he lifted his wife's chin and met her gaze. "Our daughter hasn't shown her power yet."

"You keep mentioning that," she said, shifting to sit up and look at her lover. "I have powers, she has powers - you have them. Our damned little family is so damned powerful," she ended in a mutter. "I almost forget what it was to be a human."

Sebastian smiled and gave a low laugh. "Ah, the affliction known as humanity - yes a horrid thing to have to be. If you dislike such things. And as we both know rather well, I don't dislike it at all."

Mey-Rin suddenly settled herself on his lap, moving quick and skillfully, trapping him on the seat, his hands having barely enough time to adjust and settle on her waist as hers wrapped around his shoulders and she gazed straight on into his eyes. "I am also happy to report I am feeling the need to undress you and slam my naked body against yours," she breathed hotly. "Quietly of course. Our baby is sleeping."

Sebastian's eyes lit up and a cool smile slide over his lips. "Of course."

And he flashed them to the bed, taking their time to strip each other and drop hot kisses on to the naked flesh as it appeared. They flipped and wrestled, if seen by a human, looking like a ball of quickly devesting clothes as they moved swiftly and quickly. Mey-Rin didn't even realize they were moving faster than she ever had, all she knew was the heat of her sex needed the heat of his cock deep in her body. And as she slammed him into the bed, her hands beside his head, she looked down into the red eyes of her lover, into the eyes of her mate, into the eyes of the man who had converted and claimed her, she felt whole as her body joined his for the first real time since she gave birth.

The time for gentle love making was not this moment as Sebastian took control and slammed himself into the now immortal body of his beloved. Her body could repair itself to a point, and her body could still take his seed, still produce a child, and could still come back to demand more. He worked his hands into her hair, and Mey-Rin panted openly, latching her legs around his back as she let his cock invade her body and deliver the very ecstasy she had been craving since the moment their touch had changed, now two years ago, in the washing room, when the bucket was not full of water.

"Look at me," he said, hissing the words even as he felt his need rise. "Look at me as I claim your body."

Her eyes slid open and he groaned deeply. He loved seeing the clear eyes, the sharp eyes that had begun to taunt and tease him long before he had acted and took her glasses off, eased her pain. He kissed her, drilling both into her body and into her eyes as he released his seed back into her body, and she greedily took both.

They finished, finished the kiss and laid tangled in each others naked bodies, his head beside hers, stealing kisses off her naked breasts, shoulders, neck, mouth. Sliding his hand up around her fuller hips, her soft mounds, and into her splayed hair. She sighed and closed her eyes, turning into his shoulder and arms as she fell into a sleep of post-sex bliss, one neither had had in the course of the past three months.

Sebastian pulled a blanket up around his sleeping lover, and crept into his daughters side room, gazing at the tiny hafling and the other part of his heart. He listened to small breaths of the child and the stillness in between. A baby who needed air like a human, and who could take breath away like a demon. He smiled; she would be beautiful with her dark hair and pale skin, brownish eyes, and full lips. She would be the most glorious gift Hell had ever produced and the most glorious gift humanity ever produced as well. A duel nature she and her mother now shared. One he himself had been carefully cultivating inside. Of course, he reminded himself as he dressed, watching the stillness of his wife, he would never be half human, only fully demonic, with the traces of feelings and emotions a human had demanded him to unleash, and in the processes gladly took and helped shape. Sebastian chuckled and kissed the forehead of the demanding woman, who had fallen - so many times and so many ways - into his life, into his heart, into his soul. He straightened and sighed; his other obligations called, and he closed the door to his Phantomhive Manor quarters, taking the servant stairs two at a time as he answered the call of the Earl Ciel Phantomhive, his real mission and reason he was walking among the humans.

"My lord?"

"Damn it, Sebastian! A bell!"

"Excuse me?"

"You need a bell. And I suspect so will Mey-Rin. And please tell me Glorey is not already crawling and needing one too," the young man said, pacing and stilling as he went on in his own private thoughts and musings.

"Glorey is three months old, all the books we have read on such matters have suggested she will progressing as a human until it is time for her to claim her demonic side. A bell will not be necessary until than. And I doubt Mey-Rin would take kindly to be told she needs to announce her presence even more; she has already proven herself quiet apt in overcoming her limited sight from her glasses." Sebastian smiled slowly now as he came to himself. "But with my love for cats, I would be honored to wear a bell, if you wish."

"Cat loving fool," the Earl muttered. "Never mind I said a thing. Is the cottage almost ready for you and your family to move back?"

The cottage Sebastian had built as a sanctuary for the stray Phantomhive cats, and then expanded as his own feelings expanded towards the maid. He had loved building the home he then wished beyond everything to fill with a child, turning Mey-Rin from a mousy maid who had fallen in love with him slowly, and demanded him to answer her feelings with his own - and he had fought hard to not do so, but eventually had to realize he was more than a hellish demon - he was a lover of humanity and the deep complexities that came with it. And so, he had decided to slowly take her, build his own feelings into a fire that consumed them to follow their hearts. And so many things had fallen around them to try to prevent them from moving forward with a relationship.

Sebastian moved his attention from the past to where the Earl was looking at him, his gaze steady and waiting. "Yes, I believe it is ready to be occupied again. The garden is not how I wish, but the inside is done. Mey-Rin and I have discussed how we wish to adjust to our new lives."

"Yes, I imagine it would be a new dynamic." The Earl settled into his chair and teepeed his fingers and rested his chin on the tips of his fingers. He looked so commanding and thoughtful, but Sebastian's quick eyes also saw the hidden feelings and worries. "Lizzie has also been thinking about a child," he said finally.

Sebastian's lips twitched; yes, it would explain many of the hushed conversations the two had during dinners. "And Mey-Rin, Glorey, and I out of the house may ease this curiosity?"

The Earl snorted. "Have you met my wife? She is about as demanding as Mey-Rin is insistent to be taking back her position as a maid. She is a mother now - and, something else." He sighed and leaned back, his hands now on the desk. "A maid who can do her job as efficiently as the butler who could consume my soul. It's been a long year as we journeyed from servants who seemed to have a tight emotional noose around our heads and hearts, to a new adventure for each of us. A new day is dawning, isn't it, Sebastian?"

"Yes, my lord, I do believe that it is."

"And I can't very well dismiss the maid and take on a new one - goodness knows who would want to come here and see the mess that is our lives."

"Baldroy has made his intentions clear to Mrs. Robin Alice."

"Oh damn," the man said and seemed to shrink into his chair. "Yes, the widowed shepardress, and a daughter?"

"Yes."

"Ah, well, we have the room and the practice to look normal."

"I am unsure why you think we must keep up appearances, my lord. The lady in question seems to be easy going enough and has fallen for the American. She also seems to be eager to help Finnian in his quest to keep the greenhouses functioning better. And I think the boy enjoys the company of the younger girl. A good amount of the time they are too busy to notice that Mey-Rin and I are rather not as human as we may appear."

"You know," the Earl said suddenly pushing to stand and leaned over the desk to close the distance between master and servant. "You talk like you are ready for this charade to be done, but then you also talk like this is what you want - a slow and delicious torture of feelings and lovers falling for one another, the generations continuing and flourishing. What if Lizzie and I have children? Will you claim their souls as well? Can Mey-Rin? Or your innocent baby? What is the depths of your humanity and your depravity, Sebastian Michaelis?"

Sebastian now leaned a bit closer and placed his gloved hands on his side of the desk and left a small gap between the two as he smiled. "As far as you wish to send me to. That I cultivate in myself is what I cultivate in you. And the soul full of fear and hate is slowly being traded for acceptance and love - those things that are as equally needed and equally as tasty. But you, my lord, will never know the true pain of the hellish fires, nor the heavenly freedom. I have paid a price to have my happiness, and you were one of my pawns I used to seal that. Your soul is rich and desired by so many, but I alone hold the contract. And as to your children, to what my beloved and child can do, the fallen have not had such in our mists since the beginning, and they were hunted and killed - ruthlessly - by each side. So as long as you are protected, you protect me as well. A mutual agreement I made to keep the balance."

The Earl blinked and Sebastian saw the slow shiver of fear, longing, and curiosity surge in that blink. "You are a true demon."

Sebastian snapped to stand tall and smiled. "Thank you, my lord. A complement like that is so rare from your lips. I hear your wife; shall I deliver tea here or in the greenhouse?"

The Earl's lips twitched and turned into a slow smirk. "Greenhouse. Full meal, no snacks. And if you can, bring the baby - Lizzie loves entertaining. I suppose we may as well get her used to the feel of a child; she will not stop pursuing me until I give her one."

"Are your bed sports satisfying?" Sebastian asked, delightful that he was able to take advantage of the young man's venturing into private affairs.

The Earl sighed and gathered a few of his papers and finally met the gaze of his demonic butler. "Lizzie seemed rather satisfied last night. And this morning. Now, go to the greenhouse. I must finish here and you must intersect the Lady Phantomhive."

"Yes, my lord."