Disclaimer: Not mine.

Author's Note: Silly, short Mey-Rin x Ciel drabble that I'm posting an hour after the first one because it was irking me that I wrote drabbles (plural) and had only one chapter. Yeah, I'm mildly OCD like that.

Inspired by my own newly-found (platonic) fascination with my chemistry teacher's chest.

Warnings: Silliness? A Victorian era teenager having less-than-chaste thoughts?

Curiosity

Ciel had been feeling the urge to fidget for the past quarter of an hour. Mey-Rin had been dusting his study for the past quarter of an hour. Two unrelated facts, at first glance, but they shared one common link: Lady Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Midford. Lizzie had swung by earlier that day and had been tenacious in her demands that Mey-Rin wear the cute ensemble she had brought for the maid.

An ensemble the maid had forgotten to change out of. An ensemble that made Ciel worry that his cousin might be losing her mind. An ensemble that accentuated certain parts of Mey-Rin's anatomy that Ciel couldn't help but want to touch. Certain round, soft, and very female parts of her anatomy. It was mostly childish curiosity on his part. Mostly.

Ciel didn't know how much longer he could endure, if he could only loosen his collar a little bit, perhaps this uncomfortable heat would go away, if only—no, he was an earl, there were things he simply wouldn't do. But, even he will admit that Mey-Rin could have chosen a better time to try reaching the higher part of the bookshelf, his eyes were once again drawn to the area below Mey-Rin's neck and he was captivated by the rhythmic up and down, up and down, up and down...

Gah! This was becoming true torture for the young earl. He didn't even know how he had ended up standing less than 3 feet away from Mey-Rin who had, at some point, stopped dusting in favor of paying attention to the little boy standing in front of her with the most curious expression painted on his features.

''Yes, young master, is there something—''

Ciel reached upwards, his right hand closed around a soft mound of flesh. His first thought was that it wasn't as soft as it looked, but somehow he couldn't seem to be able to stop squeezing it.

Mey-Rin's cry of distress echoed through the manor walls, the gardens, and the woods. Some say that even Queen Victoria heard a faint sound.