The Ring

"Um, a ring?" you held it up, showing it to the crowd before admiring it yourself. "It's very beautiful," you murmured. Without saying a word, Ciel stood up and grabbed your arm, dragging you to the closet. "Hurry up, I don't have time for such nonsense."

"C-ciel…" Lizzie reached out her hand but recoiled, unsure of herself.

Ciel slammed the door shut behind him. For such a large mansion, this closet sure was cramped, with minimal space between the two of you. "I-I'm sorry if I caused any-"

Without a single word his lips were on yours, bruising you. He hadn't dropped his cane, and so it was digging into your back as he held you. You broke away, gasping. "Ciel!"

He gave an irritated sigh. "I hope that was enough to satisfy you." He turned, reaching the door, and became even more irritated when it wouldn't open. He shook the knob to no avail. "What's the meaning of this?"

You could only blink at him. "It's called Seven Minutes in Heaven. They won't open the door until the seven minutes have been completed." You explained. He shot you a look that seemed as though he might spit on you.

"Jeez I'm glad I'm not Elizabeth," you muttered under your breath.

"Any woman would be lucky to be Elizabeth," he declared, defending her honor, "I won't stand you saying otherwise."

You couldn't help it, but the pity that formed in your eyes was undeniable. "That's not what I meant. Do you always kiss her as you stab your cane into her back? That rather hurts."

His blue eye went wide with realization and he seemed taken aback.

You took a step towards him, which really had you almost on top of him since the closet was so small, "But, I guess, if I got to stare into that deep blue all the time, it wouldn't be so bad…" you said, lowering you gaze.

You heard the small clatter as the cane fell to the floor, and only moments after, his left hand was wrapped around your waist, with his right hand on your neck. The grimace never left his face. It frightened you a bit, since he was stronger than he looked. "Like this, then?"

You nodded nervously.

"And then?" He lifted his eyebrow, seemingly impatient, the scowl still apparent on his face.

Your heart was beating fast, other than at the occasional ball or two, you had never been so close to a man before, especially if you were not under the pretense of dancing. "P-proceed as usual."

He cocked his head to the side, smirking, before placing a tender, sweet-tasting kiss on your lips. It was over just as quickly as it had begun, and his hands dropped to his sides. He kneeled down to pick up his cane. "Feel free to indulge in the Phantomhive hospitality, _." He said, just before the door opened with a burst of light.