A/N: So yeah, it's been awhile. This new one-shot took awhile to finish. I had to delay finishing it several times because I was busy cleaning my extremely messy room, then I had to travel back to my hometown since summer classes are over. When I got home, I stalled with this more because I went out shopping for a few days. I'm not a shopaholic; I just haven't been to a mall for quite a long time (yeah. That's how secluded my school life is). So anyway, I decided to finish this last night, proofread it the following morning and will now be posting it.

Thank you to the reviewers of the first story: Serah, My Guardian Demon, WalachianVampiri, and Guest. I was also surprise that the collection suddenly grabbed 9 favs and 10 reviews, so big hugs to all of you!

Me and My Guardian Demon had a long discussion of the manga-version one-shots that I'll add to this collection. We shared ideas about it and I can't wait to type it all down. I wanted to have it as the second one-shot, but then decided to write it later on. The first manga-version oneshot will probably be the fifth story to be posted, and then I'll have it in five intervals, so the next manga-version is the tenth, and then fifteenth, and so on and so forth.

Serah mentioned in her review that she wanted to know what exactly happened after chapter XXX of DFF, specifically; how Viessa and Sebastian managed to survive when I had sort-of implied that they died. I actually wanted it to be a mystery – something for the readers to imagine on their own. I'll probably write it down as a one-shot in this collection eventually, but not so soon, maybe after several stories. So for the mean time, I'll leave you all to guess.

Anyways, about today's mini-story: This premise sort of came out of the blue while writing. It shows a bit of the 'normal/casual' part of the Fallen Demon's lifestyle. I liked how it turned out actually. This took place sometime after the first one-shot, the year actually around the 60's. It's quite fluffy, but less lime and more sugary than the first one-shot. I hope you're teeth will all root at its sweetness.

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(2)

Her Sanctuary

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The kitchen has never been livelier before Sebastian Michaelis came.

It wasn't because it was a plain and an empty part of the manor, on the contrary, it was as elaborately designed as all the other rooms in the house. It had a mixture Victorian and contemporary: mahogany cupboards with golden handles; a shiny silver-colored sink with glass knobs; a sleek, black stove; ebony counter top that reflects like a mirror, contrasting with the gleaming ivory floor tiles. A square, overhead glass window was set before the sink, sandwiched in between two cupboards. The frame of the window was also mahogany, and opaque yellow blinds tame the sunlight seeping through the glass, but gave the kitchen a warm, bright glow. When the sun is not needed to light the kitchen, a small, chandelier-like fluorescence lamp hung above. At the far right of the room, leaning against the wall, stood a tall cabinet a deeper color than the cupboards. The contents of it are visible thanks to its glass door, showing various and expensive tea sets, utensils, and other china, arranged in a neat and orderly fashion. At the far left of the room is a similar cabinet, however, it contains various food products in boxes and jars, and at the top most shelf are tin boxes of different kinds of teas. A few steps away from it, tall and the color of glossy ivory, one of the advents of mid-twentieth century technology: a refrigerator.

Save for the newer modern kitchen devices, this particular area of the house had always been the same, occasionally being renovated to meet the trends of the changing times. The use of the room, though, was not as frequent. Though required to eat human food regularly, the Fallen Demons do not linger long in the kitchen. They do not cook their food, instead, their cupboards, store room, and refrigerator are filled to the brim with easy to grab meals and snacks, like bread, meat pies, fruits, pastries, and even bars and boxes of chocolates. When hungry, they pass the kitchen, open the nearest food storage and then take it away with them to eat in the dinner table or someplace else. The only time they stay long in the kitchen is when they had to prepare tea, but only after the kettle whistles. It wasn't that none of them know how to cook, but they just didn't seem to bother about it.

That eventually changed when the raven-haired demon became a part of their group.

Demons they may be, they were still creatures of habit. Sebastian was so used to his old life as a Phantomhive butler that even if he was no longer a butler, he continues to handle the stove. Part of it was because of his new appetite upon his transformation as a Fallen Demon. His taste buds did not like the store brought meals his comrades dined in. What with his impeccable cooking skills, he decided that it was by time the kitchen was used for its intended purpose.

As soon as he was well enough to leave the isolated area that their head-quarters was situated, Sebastian had disappeared for almost the whole of that day and returned with bags, cartons, and sacs or various food items: all types of meats from veal to fish; several vegetables (despite already starting a sort of vegetable Eden at the back of the manor); spices and seasonings; eggs, flour, wheat, pasta, and rice; and many more. He even went as far as buy new cooking pots, pans, and other utensils, and even set up a small freezer room to store all the meat.

After that, the kitchen was filled with the sounds of metal ladle steering in a pot, the sizzling of cooking oil on a pan of meat, the quick-paced chopping sound of a knife, and the 'dinging' of the timer on the oven. Other than the noise, the scents waft in every area of the manor, more prominent with the demons' strong nose. In a moment around the time of six in the morning, several minutes before noon, and before the sun goes down, Viessa, Lucilla, and Gabriel pause in whatever they were doing to relish on the aroma of Sebastian's cooking.

Thus, on that day forth, Sebastian had entitled himself as the head chef of the house.

His brother allowed him to do what he wants, not particularly minding that Sebastian lingers longer in the kitchen then when watching over a contracted demon. Unless his assignments proved to be difficult, the younger demon would always return back to head-quarters three times a day to cook meals quickly, especially if not all of them has sentry work, before returning back to his post, leaving the meals to be eaten by whoever was in the house.

This particular day, all of the Fallen Demons were complete. Assignments have been declining as the years go by, especially now that the trouble in Hell had calmed down, and order has once again been furnished.

The sun has just risen. Viessa stepped out of her room smelling of fresh morning dew on lilies, pale-golden curls still slightly damp after her bath. Dressed in a simple pastel blue sundress that reached her knees, she descended the stairs in a casual pace. Upon reaching the living room, she spots Gabriel seated on the cushioned red couch-chair, engulfed in a thick, worn out book, looking as serious as ever. She beamed him a smile and greeted him a good morning and the older demon nodded his head in acknowledgement, topaz eyes not tearing away from the book.

Glancing to an open door across the room, Viessa spots Lucilla leaning over the black grand piano at the center of the wide music room. The brunette was busy tuning the piano, reaching a hand inside to fix the hammers and then pressing one of the white or black keys to check if the sound was right. The blonde decided not to bother her and went straight to the kitchen, her nose practically leading her to the source of the pleasant fragrance.

She paused at the arch entrance of the kitchen, her purple eyes focused on the lean back of the dark haired male standing in front of the stove. Sebastian's face was slightly obscured behind the veil of steam coming from the omelet on the pan. The simple yet still feminine white apron betrayed his impeccably manly attire of a gray, form-fitting dress shirt (the sleeves though were rolled to his elbows), black pressed pants, and shiny leather shoes, his overall appearance making Viessa chuckle lightly.

The male peers behind him at the sound of her laughter. "Good morning," he greeted with a small smile, beckoning her over with a nudge of his head. Viessa made her way towards him, and Sebastian turned away from his cooking to grab her by the waist, pulling her to him close before leaning down and capturing her lips. Their kiss was long and passionate, Sebastian pressing her to him tightly.

It was Viessa who pulled back, smiling at him before giving a light peck on his lips. "So what's for breakfast?" she asked, though the smell of the meals he already prepared was enough to give her an idea, still she thought that it would be polite to ask and start a normal conversation.

But the smirk on Sebastian's face says that he wanted more than just a conversation, and then he leaned down and spoke in a seductive tone, the scent of his fresh breath mingling with the aroma of his cooking. "I'd like to have you," he flirted, making the blonde giggle before her mate kissed her again.

They immediately broke apart at the sound of someone clearing their throat. Both turned to the door to find Lucilla staring at them with an annoyed face, her arms crossed over her chest. Unlike the rest, the brunette was the only one left wearing her boyish pajamas, despite not sleeping last night at all.

Sebastian, who never was much in good terms with the emerald-eyed female, only gave her a tired glare as she made her way to the sink to wash her hands, which seemed to have caught on some dust while running her fingers inside the piano. She left as quickly as she came, but threw an icy stare back at the male before leaving.

Sighing at the interruption, Sebastian turned back to his cooking, flipping the omelet over, before moving over to stir the pot of soup next to the pan. The timer on the oven suddenly rang and the male moved towards it, grabbing the mittens off the counter.

Viessa sat on one of the chairs in the table that centered in the kitchen, watching her mate work. She watched him take the pan of scones from the oven, settling them on the black counter top before sliding back to where the stove stood to stir on the pot and flip the omelets.

She was always impressed by the way he works. His movements were smooth and economical, as fluid as he had been since he was a butler. He knows the room like the back of his hand. The kitchen was Sebastian's refuge in the manor, much like the music room is to Lucilla's, and the study hall to Gabriel's. For Viessa – she looks up as she contemplated about it – her bedroom probably. She's the only demon in the house who laze in her bed, asleep or awake, burying herself in her collection of silk-linen down pillows and velvet sheets. She spends more time in her own bed than anywhere else in the house, she suppose that's her sanctuary. Recently, Sebastian's been joining her in her 'sanctuary', both engaging in pleasant conversations while lying next to each other in her queen-size bed. They speak of mundane things, experiences with old contracts, and sometimes plans for the future, though at the latter, Sebastian tends to minimize their talk about it. He still seemed to feel some uncertainty on the times ahead.

Then again, there's also the balcony. Their new manor had a large balcony over-looking the grand and wide gardens of which she and Sebastian tended to. She loves to lean on the railing, close her eyes and breathe in the fresh air. It was one of the most calming places in the manor, and she'd linger long outside to watch the sky change hues as the day draws to a close.

Then again (again), there's also the library. The Fallen Demoness was an avid reader. She was thrilled that Gabriel had a large library built, as well as filled it up to the brim with a collection of different books from all over the world, in almost all languages, both normal and supernatural. It was by far a bigger collection than the one in the Phantomhive manor of the past, and she had spent countless hours engulfed in the pages of each book. Her presence in the library was such a well known fact that it would be the first thing Sebastian or the others would go to if Viessa were ever to go missing.

But sometimes, she wouldn't be always in her bedroom, or the balcony, or the library. Sometimes she would linger long in the living room, or the drawing room, or the garden. Even the roof top was no exception, since she enjoys hanging by the edge, much to her mate's displeasure.

Now that she thought about it, she didn't have a specific sanctuary in the manor. It's not like it is something required, but still, she feels like she's missing out in something important for herself. Demons are territorial creatures. Upon reaching a certain age, they are granted their seal and rank, and if they make it to a respectable place in the ladder they are even granted a portion of Hell to reign over – a region that 'suites' their personality or insignia. Viessa, during her time as a true demon, had been given full power of the barren lands of Elysium, specifically the Asphodel Fields, a special place due to it being the final border that separates the human realm from the Underworld. That place had long been abandoned, and has long been destroyed by the destructive wrath of two powerful demons, one of which was casually sitting in the living room couch, reading a paperback novel while waiting for breakfast to be served.

Fallen as they may be, the territorial aspect of demons somehow still retains. She could smell her colleagues' markings heavily in their favorite rooms, yet Viessa still has no idea where in this house does she truly belong.

"Viessa?"

The female blinked, breaking away from the daze brought about by her musings. She turned to the source of the voice, finding Sebastian staring at her with an eyebrow slightly raised. He was currently placing the food he cooked on the breakfast table she was leaning on. "Is something in your mind?" He asked as he settled the platter of scones and omelets in the center of the round table.

The amethyst-eyed female blinked some more, before straightening on her seat and giving him a small smile. "Oh, I was just thinking about things." She muttered softly, eyeing the delicacies in front of her.

"What kind of things?" Ask her mate, glancing at her curiously, before turning to the pot of steaming soup. He obtained four bowls and carefully lifted the ladle, pouring the creamy and hot liquid on each.

Viessa shrugged, reaching an ungloved hand for one of the scones, picking the pastry between her thumb and index finger. "Nothing important, really. Just thinking about how the kitchen seems to be your sanctuary." She replies in a slightly bored tone. She flips the still warm triangular bread, checking its angles, impressed at how it looks as perfect as its taste. She bites down on the scone, and she hummed delightfully at the deliciousness.

Sebastian turned to look at her from behind his shoulder after settling the ladle back into the pot. "Sanctuary?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, "What do you mean by that?"

She shrugged once more, swallowing at the same time. She continued to eye the scone in her hand, as if the chip on the triangle made by her teeth was a puzzle worth solving. "You know. A sanctuary." She looked up at him, her expression thoughtful. "A place you seek refuge in. Where you get to enjoy doing the things you like without anyone to bother you. Where you feel…happy and secure…where you belong…it's something like that." Viessa trailed off, leaning her chin on the heel of her hand, elbow propped on the edge of the table. The lack of a territory – or sanctuary – suddenly weighs heavily in her mind.

The russet-eyed fallen demon tilted his head, giving her words some thought. Fortunately for her, Sebastian did not sense the tax in her thoughts. She didn't want him to worry over her for such a small and petty thing.

"You think the kitchen's my…sanctuary?" he finally said after a few seconds of silence, regarding the last word of his question with much scrutiny, as if the word was something foreign.

She turned to him with purple-eyes wide like a doe's as she blinked at him. "Well, isn't it?" she began with a tilt of her head, her curls resting on one shoulder. "You do look like you enjoy being around in this room. You have this content look on your face whenever you cook something. Whenever you're in the kitchen, it's like you don't have a care of what else is going on in the world outside it, and with you being such a fine cook, you practically belong here, don't you agree?" she ended her words with a bite on the scone she held, and she waited for his response with interest as her jaws move while chewing.

Sebastian seemed to regard this matter seriously, as he curled a finger under his chin, contemplating her words deeply. He was still and silent for several seconds, still pondering on what she said, especially now that he was able to feel the vexation in his mate's aura, but before he could voice it, two pairs of footsteps were making their way to the entrance, followed by bickering voices muffled slightly behind the walls.

"Lucilla, please go change into something more casual. You are not sitting in that table in your pajamas."

"Stop ordering me around. I'm off duty. And as if anyone would care if I wear night clothes to breakfast."

Gabriel sighs in exasperation as he walked through the arch entry to the kitchen, waving a hand off at the brunette as he gave in to her stubbornness. He immediately went over to where the round breakfast table was and sat on his usual seat. Lucilla was almost bouncing into the kitchen, her smug face triumphant at being able to beat her superior in an argument (or more like he forfeited), and then sat in her seat next to the maroon-haired male, keeping some distance though.

As soon as the two pass through the door, Viessa immediately straightened and faced her plate on the table, shoving her previous thoughts in the back of her head, though she still feels bothered about the small matter. Sebastian as well went back to his previous duties, and after placing the soup bowls on the table, sat on the last chair in between his mate and his brother.

After that, their casual breakfast began, with Lucilla being the one who talked the most. She was ranting about buying a new violin, annoyed that Sebastian had his "filthy hands" on her instrument.

"Those 'filthy hands' made the food you're shoving into your mouth, idiot." Gabriel defended his younger brother, glaring at her while sipping on his soup. "Show some ounce of appreciation." Lucilla grumbled, Viessa giggled, and Sebastian just smirked at the brunette before nodding in thanks to the older.

The rest of breakfast went on in a more comfortable pace, conversations ranging from world news to updates from down below, but did not last long in the latter, converting the focus of their chats to more laid-back things, even sharing a few chuckles in some humorous topics.

Viessa was suddenly silent for a moment, once again musing the situation before her. Four supposedly powerful demons, eating omelets and scones and drinking tea in a breakfast table, talking non-demonic topics to each other nonchalantly – a strange sight indeed! But it was a change in pace from all the darkness and mystery that compromise their world. Besides, it was rare that the four of them get to share a meal together. A smile graced her lips at the thought. The four of them were a lot closer than she previously thought.

But after breakfast, that moment of closeness drew apart as each of them left their chairs and made their way to their respective territories. Gabriel had excused himself to his study, no doubt reading his worn-out book again or writing in his journal. Lucilla disappeared into the music room, finally testing out the piano she was tuning, and no sooner after that a relaxing piece was being played, the music filling the manor. Sebastian remained in the kitchen to wash the dishes and will probably feed the left-overs to the cats that seem to roam out in the gardens later.

"Would you like some help?" Viessa asked, standing behind Sebastian as he buried the plates and utensils in dishwashing soup. She had her hands clasp behind her back as she waited for a response.

The raven-haired male turned to her to give her an assuring smile. "No, it's all right. I'll handle this." He said sweetly, before turning back to his chore.

Viessa's smile faltered a little, feeling a little left out. The bothersome thoughts once again filled her mind and she inwardly sighs. There's no way he'd let her assist him. The kitchen is his sanctuary. "Oh, very well then." She said softly and then turned, "I'll be…" she hesitates, pondering just where she has to be, "I'll be…somewhere." She mumbled, and then left the kitchen without glancing at her mate.

She wandered the manor a little, glancing at the door of every room in the building. As a demon, it was a bit of a blow to her pride not being able to have a territory, even if it is only limited to a space in their large estate. She lingers in a lot of her favorite places in the house, but she always felt like something was missing, as if she didn't feel whole being there.

Eventually, she found herself in Sebastian's unlocked room, stepping in without consent (Not like he would mind. Besides, she spent several nights creeping into his chambers just to be with him). His room was lit with an eerie but calming bluish hue, mainly due to the light on his undrawn, light blue curtains.

His room remained as she had last seen it: wide, simple and orderly. His bed, slightly smaller than hers, was neatly made, though he probably did not sleep on it last night. It consisted of simple white but expensive linens and two average sized pillows. A nightstand stood on the sides of the bed, each with two slender lamps standing on its surface. There was a desk at one side of the room, with nothing much on its surface except a few, neatly arranged, pens and paper. He has one large wardrobe made of ebony-coloured wood, and a shoe rack by the door to his private bathroom. His room was probably the only place in the manor that wasn't as highly decorated. Even the plain and stoic Gabriel had a more sophisticated bedroom.

The room was very calming to Viessa, especially since Sebastian's scent was all over it, and it even has faint traces of her own pheromones in the air. Still, Viessa didn't feel like she belonged here.

She went to lie on his bed, a bit stiff as she spread out on his sheets. Upon resting her head on his pillow, she look up uninterestedly at the ceiling, then sighs softly as she allowed herself to relax, her body sinking in on his mattress and her hands clasp together on her stomach.

The room was silent, save for the ticking of the clock on the bedside table, reminding her of the many seconds that passed by as she lay completely still on the middle of Sebastian's bed. Viessa didn't like wasting time doing nothing in particular, but for now, she felt like being unproductive. She wants to spend the rest of the morning to think, to meditate - To feel at peace. But as the clock continues to move, the tick-tocking seemed to resound louder and louder, echoing off in the four corners of the room and thrumming almost painfully in her eardrums, throwing off her concentration and destroying any of her chances to reach some sort of clarity.

She furrowed her eyebrows and a scowl formed on her face, and she glared at the ceiling as if was the reason of her discomfort. "This will never do." She said dejectedly, talking to herself. This room, filled with the comforting scent and essence of her mate, did not help relinquish her from the quandary about not having a sort-of safe haven that she had once felt whenever she was a demon in Elysium. She felt like a fish out of water – a creature in the wrong element.

The door suddenly opens, the light from the hall entering the dim room. Viessa immediately blinked, finally tearing her gaze from the blank ceiling to look at the door.

"Love?" Sebastian called out, surprise to find her in his room at this time. Viessa stared back at him, looking a little startled, like a rabbit caught in headlights. He tilted his head as he stepped inside, shutting the door behind him slowly, worrying if making a loud sound would make the pale-blond female run off. He stayed rooted on his spot, red eyes scrutinizing his mate's tense body. "What are you doing here?" he asked softly.

Viessa relaxed a little, her eyes averting from his calculating gaze and back on the ceiling. Sebastian took this as a sign that he could move and trudge towards his bed, slowly sitting on the edge.

After a few moments of silence, Viessa spoke up to answer his earlier question, her voice soft and pensive. "I wanted to meditate."

"In my room?" Sebastian said in an amuse tone, a smile on his face as he quirked an eyebrow. "Is it working?" he added as a tease and then chuckled lightly when Viessa frowned.

"Hardly," she responded in an annoyed tone.

Sebastian chuckled again before kicking off his shoes before lifting his legs, settling himself on his bed with his back leaning on the headboard. He continued to read the expressions on her face. She had a problem. No need to sense it in her aura. He could tell it just by looking at her features.

"Why here then?" he asked as he took a lock of her pale-blond hair that fanned out on his pillow, twirling it on his fingers.

Her eyes soften a bit, but she continued to stare upwards with hands still clasped firmly on her stomach. "I thought I'd be able to do so in here, but I was wrong," she paused, thinking deeply. Then she snapped her attention to Sebastian. "If you were to look for me in the house, where would you start?"

Sebastian blinked at the out-of-the-blue question, but then gave it some thought. He was able to think of an answer quickly. "The library probably."

Viessa twisted her body, lying on her side as she propped herself up slightly with an elbow. "Why?" she asked with a curious gaze.

He shrugged. "You read there a lot."

She frowned. "Yes…well…but you read there a lot as well, and even Gabriel and Lucilla."

"Viessa, it's a library. It's open to all of us."

The frown was still on her face as she slumped slightly. She was brooding silently for a while before looking up at him again. "Where else?"

Sebastian tilted his head, confused.

"I mean, where would you look for me next, if it happens that I'm not in the library?" She clarified, her words rushed, impatient for his answer.

The dark-haired fallen demon raised an eyebrow. He hummed in thought. "I suppose, you'd be in the balcony."

"Again, if I'm not there, where else would you look?"

"The garden,"

"And?"

"The…" he curled a finger under his chin, pondering. "The rooftop maybe."

"And?"

"Your room."

"And?"

"Just where is this conversation heading to?"

"Answer the question, Sebastian."

The male sighs, giving in to her and running through his head again to recall which of the many rooms in the manor Viessa normally lingers, but the lost of interest in whatever game she was playing draw his mind into a blank and he sighs again. "I don't know…the music room perhaps?"

"But that's Lucilla's part of the house!" she suddenly exclaimed, as if Sebastian just said the most absurd thing ever.

Finally connecting the dots, Sebastian whole-heartedly chuckles, his rich laughter echoing in his room. "Is this about this 'sanctuary' thing you spoke of earlier?" he said, leaning down to smirk at her.

Viessa slumped back on his bed, an annoyed look on her face as she once again glared at the ceiling. "You have the kitchen. Gabriel has his study. Lucy has the music room. All of you fit well in those areas, but as big as this manor is, I still don't know which room would put me at ease." She finally blurted it out, unable to hold in her dilemma any longer, "I know it's stupid for me to act like it's a sort of crisis, but I just couldn't help it."

Sebastian rolled his eyes with a smile, amused at her. "It's understandable. We demons are inclined to find suitable territories that could fill our personal and mental needs. It's only natural that you'd want to find a place in this house that would serve as your refuge, or sanctuary, as you so put."

"But I can't find it," she said, her tone having hints of frustration, "I don't feel that feeling of wholeness in any part of the house. I don't feel it the same way I felt when I was in Elysium."

Sebastian tensed slightly at the mentioned of that barren land, but blocked out all the unwanted memories aside in favor of soothing his mate. Slowly he lay down next to her on his side, propping an elbow on his pillow to rest his head on the ball of his hand. He looked at Viessa, who was still staring upwards, looking pensive and slightly embarrassed.

"I didn't think the kitchen is my sanctuary." His words made Viessa turn to face him with a surprise look.

Sebastian shifted a bit, scooting closer to her so he could see the gleam of her purple eyes better. "You mentioned that a sanctuary is a place where you enjoy doing the things you like without being bothered, a place where you are granted security and ease. Yes, I do linger around in the kitchen, but I never did consider it as my refuge. To me, it is just a kitchen – a place to cook food, and I just happen to be one hell of a cook." He smirked his trademark, arrogant smirk, before turning back to seriousness.

Viessa was listening at him attentively, her eyes soft. "But you do consider it as your part of the house? If so, then what difference does it make?"

"Territories and sanctuaries are two different things. Territories can be given as a reward or gift. It can be fought over or handed down after one dies. You can easily discard it, or sell it off, if you no longer want it." He paused, looking down at her with a tender gaze. Viessa still looked troubled, but at least he was able to ease her a little. "A kitchen is a kitchen. I can easily turn away from the the one downstairs in favor of cooking in a different kitchen. It's not a place I feel connected to. I just cook there. That is all."

He tore his eyes away from her as he dropped down to lie on his back, mimicking Viessa's position in the bed: face upwards and hand clasp on the abdomen.

"It takes a great deal of attachment for a place to be called a sanctuary," he continued, his tone soft like a gentle whisper, as if he was sharing to her a beautiful secret, "It's something you would never want to let go, because if you do, you lose yourself."

A wave of comfortable silence was shared between the two, with Viessa brooding on his words deeply. She turned her head to the side where Sebastian lay. "If it's not the kitchen, then which room in this house is?"

He turned to her, his tantalizing ruby-red eyes meeting with curios purple orbs. They remained that way for a while, just basking in each others gaze, before Sebastian smiled. He shifted in his position, once again lying on his side. His arms grab for her waist gently and pulled her towards him. He chuckled at Viessa's reaction, as the sudden embrace startled her, but eventually she relaxed in his touch, her face at the crook of his neck.

"Who said it was a room?" Sebastian whispered and then chuckled, before closing his eyes and burying his nose on her hair, breathing her scent as his hold on her tightened.

Viessa blinked at her words, confused, but when he held her more firmly, she suddenly felt all the tension in her body leave her. She felt contentment much better then what Elysium use to offer her. In his arm, she felt more secure than ever before. With him, she felt happy. She felt whole. She felt like she was home.

She finally understood. She closed her eyes, smiled, and hummed in content, and then slowly, her arms circled around Sebastian, holding him just as tight.

He is her sanctuary, as she is his. They will never, ever, let each other go.

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Viessa could be so naïve at times, and Sebby is pretty much a softy here. The cuteness level in this one-shot is too damn high.

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- SafireLupe, 5-14-2013