Dear Readers,

This is probably the shortest chapter I've ever written in my entire life ._. I don;t own anything, if I did Sebastian would be naked during the whole series.

-Ramona

Where is my mind?

Grell inhaled her scent deeply, his eyes closing as that smell flooded his senses. Oh lights above, how he could dive into her for all eternity. She smelt of roses and spice, the scent making his mouth water. He was coming undone at the seams.

If Angelina had a problem with Grell sitting on her bed, she surely didn't have a problem now. The crying woman had nearly ripped his dress shirt as she pulled him down with her, ordering him to hold her until she fell asleep.

Grell was more than okay with this.

In fact, he was sure he was in heaven right now-or at least what he imagined heaven to be like. Growing up, he had been taught that heaven was nothing more than a light above them, and that those above were awaiting him when he chose to pass. Grell didn't think much of the heaven reapers looked forward to.

The heaven he was in was a heaven with only he and his Madam.

His beautiful lady was lying against his chest, curled up against the red head.

Holding her closely, the reaper smoothed out her hair as he whispered gentle, soothing words to the tearful woman. He didn't understand what had made her upset, for she still wouldn't tell him. But Grell would do anything to ease his lady's troubles, and if she wanted him to sleep in her bed…well he definitely would not deny her.

Oh what a disgusting pig I am! Having such horrible thoughts while my Angelina is crying! I should be burned at the stake. A lady shouldn't have such thoughts!

He had done an excellent job controlling his primal urges, taking care not to gawk as he dressed the lady in a long, white Egyptian cotton nightgown. It had taken a lot out of him, but he had somehow managed not to pounce on her when she looked up at him with big, childish eyes, asking him to sleep with her. Like the pig he was, when she said sleep, his mind instantly conjured up filthy, obscene images.

I am truly disgusting.

"Grell?" Angelina spoke softly, her voice tired from crying.

"Yes my lady?" He secured his arm around her shoulders, and she nestled into him, a small sigh escaping her. Grell felt his cheeks heat up, but he remained calm.

"I'm," He heard her hesitate for a moment, "I apologize for being so rude to you."

Grell blinked, her words genuinely surprising him. The reaper let out an entertained chuckle, rubbing the soft skin of her arm affectionately as he kissed her hair.

"I never took offense to it my lady," He smiled to himself, finding her entertaining, "I understand that you're tense, and having someone as irritating as I can be tiring at times."

Angelina pulled back to look at him, "No! That's not it," She looked him in the eye, and she began to blush, "What I mean is…" Angelina hurriedly looked down, and Grells ears perked. A knowing grin formed on his lips, and he couldn't help but run a finger on his ladies cheek.

"Why is my lady so flustered?" He asked, watching her closely and observing how her cheeks continued to flush with color. Grells smirk didn't fade, only increased as he noticed the effect he was having on the human woman.

This was his chance. His chance to see if there was any possible way his divine goddess could have any feelings for him. If this living, breathing creature could possibly love a harbinger of death.

"What I mean is, you're not irritating," She continued as she played with his tie, trying to distract herself. Her antics were delightful to the reaper, and he chuckled at her.

"You're evading my question Angelina," His voice was easygoing, just a purr.

Grell looked at her like a predator would its prey, feeling how hard her heart was beating as he gazed upon her. Grell leaned in, whispering in her ear, "Do you fancy me, Madam Red?" Grell let his hand travel from her arm, to in between her shoulder blades, "Because I surely fancy you."

Hearing her gasp, Grell took this as an opportunity to gracefully pull her onto his chest, wrapping his slender arms around her back and looking up at her as he laid back. His hair fanned around him, and he had a soft smile on his lips and he looked at his lady's surprised face with gentle eyes.

Angelina was obviously flustered, for she was looking down at him with wide, crimson eyes, her cheeks a lovely shade of pink and her lips parted, the words just not coming out. Grell knew he had her. If she hadn't wanted him, she would have pulled away, would have yelled at him.

The thought of the beautiful, pristine lady he adored so much having feelings for him made his heart race, made him want to sing or dance. His eyes light up as he watched her, loving how nervous he had made her by hardly doing anything at all.

"My lady, I've seen you flirt with many men," He teased, "And yet you can't answer me?" Grell mocked a pout, "You're hurting my feelings Ann."

Oh, that did it! Her entire face turned red when he called her Ann, and Grell snickered. "Alright, then I'll talk," He said, running his hands through her hair, loving the feel of it between his fingers.

"I love you." The words flew from his lips, and Grell felt his heart clench as he watched the many emotions flow over his loves face.

Angelina stared down at him in disbelief, and to his surprise, she gave a small frown, averting her eyes as she blushed. "Liar."

Grell blinked. "Excuse me?"

Angelina's face became a mixture between embarrassment and anger, and she tried to lift herself up, but Grell held her firmly in place. "J-just, stop toying with me!" She hissed, and Grell couldn't help but stare at her, "I know I'm nothing more than a…than a doll to you!" She pulled back finally, for his grip as loosened when he heard her words.

A doll…?

Grells heart sank as he saw the tears on the brims of her eyes.

A doll? If that what he truly believed, that he thought of her as a toy?

"I k-know that…if I stop killing, if I stop entertaining you," Her voice broke, and she picked up a pillow, hitting him with it, "You'll just leave. Like everyone else. And once again, I'll be all alone. And I…I Don't want you to leave. I w-want you to stay here," His heart clenched once more, her words like a vice, "I know I'm being selfish, I'm acting like a spoiled child. B-but I can't…I don't want you to go. And i-if you say things like that, it's only going to make it harder. Because when you leave…"

The reaper couldn't see her, for the pillow was now shoved in his face. But he was sure she was crying. Her words made him want to cry as well, but Grell controlled himself. He closed his eyes, listening to her voice as it quivered, how she was pouring herself out to him at that moment.

"I know you're j-just telling me that to make the play more interesting, to make it more fun."

Moving the pillow from his face, Grell looked up at her with soft eyes, his smile gone. Angelina straddled his waist, rubbing her eyes as tears fell again. The red haired man made a clicking sound with his tongue, sitting up slowly. His hair fell loosely down his back, and he looked down at her with a kind smile.

"Honestly now, all these tears, wasted on a wretch like me," His voice was barely above a whisper. He bowed his head, bangs falling in his eyes, "My dearest, you are wrong."

Madam Red stilled.

"I don't love you because you're entertaining, well no, wait that's a lie…you are entertaining, but it's not the reason why I love you" The reaper was opening his heart to her, something he had never done with anyone. He was tripping over his words like a boy, feeling nervousness wash over him. Grell kept his heart closed off, even to those he had thought he had really loved. But he was opening it for Angelina. "Angelina I…I have never felt this way about…anyone before." Grell was finding it hard to talk, his words becoming difficult to express.

Looking up at him, Angelina's full attention was on the reaper, and he felt like he was under a spot light. Gulping, he blushed, "I fell head over heals for you the moment I saw you, and I have continued to fall since then. Every day I have watched you," He watched as she blushed, and he himself couldn't stop his cheeks from darkening, "And day after day, my heart continued to beat only for you."

Angelina was stunned into silence, and Grell placed a hand on her cheek.

"I love you so Angelina…My beautiful lady." His voice became soft as he stared into her eyes, not being able to contain his sweet nothings.

Angelina's small hand rose to gently touch his, nuzzling his hand affectionately.

"You do?" She asked, voice soft as she closed her eyes.

The death gods' heart swelled, and he leaned in, kissing wherever his lips could reach. Grell placed soft, loving pecks to her forehead, temple, even her eyelids. "You are more precious to me than anything else," He whispered between kisses, and the reaper could feel Angelina begin to melt in his hands. "I want no one else but you, my sweet, darling Angelina."

Madam Red quivered beneath his lips, tears running down her soft cheeks. In happiness, or sorrow, he couldn't be sure.

Grell kissed at her tears, and then found her lips. Eagerly, he kissed her, feeling as if a damn had been released.

This is like heaven.

Angelina's mouth was as smooth as velvet, and she tasted so sweet to the reaper, it was like eating candy. He cupped her cheeks as he pressed his lips to hers passionately. Angelina was still for a moment, then to his surprise she let out a soft moan.

She was toying with him, she must have known the sound she had made would drive him wild.

The noise went right down his spine, and he groaned into her mouth, not being able to control himself as his lady began to kiss him back. Their passionate kiss quickly turned heated, hungry, and he felt his darling Angelina pull at his hair, tugging him close as she kissed him back.

Boldly, Angelina leaned Grell back so he was laying down once more, his hands moving from the sides of her face to her curvaceous hips as their lips locked together tightly. His lady whimpered as his hands gripped tightly into her flesh, and Grell growled in return, the feel of her beneath his hands driving him wild.

Swiping his tongue across her bottom lip, Grell made his lady gasp, and he used that as an opening to slip his tongue into her mouth. Angelina mewled as his skilled tongue explored her, and Grell felt his member harden, as he tasted her. The reapers fair skin flushed, and he was nothing more than a quivering mess beneath her, grasping at her eagerly.

Effortlessly, he flipped her over, the action instinctual to the reaper. Normally, when he had sex, he was at the receiving end, letting his partner take control of him. But he was in control of his lady.

Their lips never parted, the battle for dominance waging as Grell hovered over her, propping himself up with his elbow and using his free hand to slide down her body. His long, elegant fingers played down her hips, tickling his lady slightly and causing her to squirm against him as those fingers hooked into her dress. The reaper slowly began to pull her dress up, earning another moan from Angelina. Her lips parted from his, gasping for breath as Grell looked down at her with a grin.

"Angelina my flower," He whispered to her, diving down to nip at her ear, licking her neck slowly and making Angelina gasp. Oh, he liked that. Grell licked up to her ear as his fingers danced along the skin of her thigh. "My sweet lady…"

Small hands moved to his shoulders, and instead of pushing him back, she began to tug at his white shirt, gripping his shoulders and whimpering. He chuckled, "I'm hardly doing anything my lady, and you're this excited?" He leaned back, grinning down at her and feeling his member throb almost painfully when he saw the look on her face.

Her lips were parted, and she had begun to pant, her eyes fogged over with lust as her cheeks turned a dark red. Angelina looked up at him, obviously embarrassed and flustered. Grell licked his lips.

"Do you want me, madam?" He asked, voice dripping with lust as he slowly began to move down her body.

"Y-yes…" She licked her red lips, awaiting his neck move and wiggling beneath him.

His lady's eyes became confused as he moved down, and she obviously didn't know what he was doing. Grells eyes were dangerous now as they wandered over her body. He had never felt such a lust before in his entire life, certainty not for other woman.

"I apologize for this my love, but seeing you like this…" His voice trailed off as he ran a long, red nail down the tie to her gown. He slowly began to rip at the garment, "But seeing you in such a state has made me dreadfully impatient."

Tearing through the gown like tissue paper, Madam red was now completely exposed to him, only wearing a thin, red pair of dainty bloomers.

"Grell! This was one of my favorite night gowns!" Madam Red snapped, turning even redder as she went to cover herself.

Grabbing her wrist, he locked eyes with her as he pushed her arms over her head. Angelina instantly became quiet; Grell slowly dragged his tongue around his bottom lip. "I'll buy you a new one," He mumbled, "Now hush and enjoy yourself."

He never knew being commanding could be enjoyable, but Grell found he was extremely aroused now as he looked down at his lady, her breasts bare before him, the smooth skin of her stomach and her slender legs enticing him.

"So lovely," He whispered, slowly letting go of her wrists as he dipped his head down, his devilish tongue dragging over her collarbone, tasting her flesh like she was a fine dessert. Angelina gasped, her hands going to his fine hair, tugging gently, only arousing him more.

"G-Grell…" She mumbled, and he suppressed a moan, loving how Angelina said his name in such a labored, wanton tone. Oh how he wanted to make her scream his name, make her beg.

Trailing his tongue down, he began to kiss at her soft skin, leaning back and admiring her large breasts, cupping them in his large hands and squeezing, eliciting more delectable moans from his Angelina.

Grell never suspected that touching a woman's breasts would have such an effect on him. But oh, how he loved the feel of Madam Red's breasts between his hands. He watched with delight as the light rosy buds perked under his touch, and he looked up at her as he flicked his tongue out across her nipple. Angelina whined, her legs spreading beneath him as she wriggled.

"Grell! Stop your t-teasing…" She looked down at him with wanting, pleading eyes, and Grell enclosed his mouth around her bud in response, sucking eagerly and making Angelina cry out. Her hands fisted in his hair as his mouth cleverly worked, his other hand kneading her opposite breast.

His member was digging into her inner thigh now, and Grell couldn't help the animalistic groan that escaped the back of his throat as he began to slowly grind against her, his sharp teeth lightly nipping at her bud. He felt like a dirty man, nothing like the lady he had prided himself in being. But it just felt so good.

Madam Red's voice grew louder and louder as Grell worked on her, his skilled tongue rolling over her bud, then his mouth sucking hard enough to make her gasp. He pulled his lips back with a pop, blowing on her raw nipple, making it harden once more. He switched over to her other breast, giving it the same treatment, then kneading her other breast. Grell pinched her abused nipple with his fingers as he sucked the one in his mouth. He began to purr like a cat, the sound coming deep from the back of his throat as his eyes closed tightly.

He never imagined it could be like this, especially not with a woman.

"D-dammit Grell…Please," Angelina gasped, her back arching as she shuddered.

His hand snaked down from her breast to her bloomers, and he cupped her heat possessively, making Angelina shudder and cry out once more. She felt so hot beneath his fingers, Grell found that he was somehow getting even more turned on.

Before meeting Angelina, the thought of sleeping with a woman would have made him gag. But there he was, sucking on this human woman's breast and nearly ripping her bloomers to get at the prize beneath. He supposed even though he considered himself a respectable lady, he was no more than a man beneath.

Finally, his mouth moved off her, the skin surrounding the lovely pink bud red and raw, small specks of blood pooling from the places his teeth accidentally brushed against.

"Grell," She panted, "P-please, I need it."

He looked up at her with burning yellow-green eyes as he swiftly moved down her quivering body, tossing her tattered bloomers aside. "Need what?"

Her eyebrows pulled together, "D-don't be cruel Grell-" She nearly screamed as one of his long fingers ran across the slit of the slick juncture between her legs.

Being a novice to this, Grell was going by sheer instinct; touching what he thought would make her feel good. But how he reveled in hearing her scream. He wanted her to beg. He wanted to make her go wild before he ravished her.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that." The reaper teased, kissing along her hip as his fingers experimentally began to rub a nub they had come in contact with.

As soon as he touched it, the red haired woman's body nearly jumped off the bed, making Grells eyes widen. Her mouth fell open as her eyes closed tightly, the hands that were in his hair pulling his locks roughly as she drew her legs up.

Alright, what did I just do?

Grell really had no idea what was going on, and he moved down to look at what he had just touched, his face turning red as he came face to face with…Well, with what was between his madams legs.

Being a grown man, one would think Grell knew what a woman's privates looked like. But, alas, Grell had never seen such a thing in his life.

He had heard it described as a flower by his classmates in grade school, as they drooled over an anatomy book in the boys room they had stolen from a biology classroom. Grell had remembered looking over, asking to see, and one of the boys told him to go away, and that "You probably wouldn't like it."

Oddly enough, he did. True, the sight was a bit jarring for the reaper, but it wasn't unpleasant. He did however feel like a ten year old seeing a pair of breasts for the first time.

Okay, now how does it work?

The thing he had touched was a…Well, a nub of sorts. It was above…what appeared to be a hole of sorts-or was it an entrance? - Which was leaking a sticky, sweet smelling, clear fluid. The inside of her lips were a rather adorable pink, and Grells nose nearly bled as he saw the lovely red shade of the hair surrounding it. His heart began to race with nervousness.

Oh god! What do I do now? Do I keep rubbing this? But what do I do after that? I can't just keep rubbing it! I know there has to be more to it!

He began to panic, he hadn't thought this far ahead.

"Grell?"

The reaper, whose glasses had immensely fogged up, looked up from between his lady's legs. He looked like he was about to have an aneurism, and Angelina blinked down at him. She was still trying to breath normally, and sweat dripped down her cheek.

"Do you…Do you know what you're doing?"

It was like a knife to the reapers heart.

Here he was, his face between the most beautiful woman in the world's legs, and he had no clue what he was doing. Grell felt like he should be wearing a dunce hat while be sitting in the corner of a class room, while grown men laughed and pointed at him for being so naïve.

"W-well I…"

He had failed! He had so miserably failed!

He wanted to fall on a sword! To run away and throw himself off a cliff! The look the woman he loved was giving him! Oh Grell had never felt such embarrassment in all his days.

"Grell..." Angelina sat up, chuckling "It's alright. We can stop if you want. It's getting late anyway, and I have a busy schedule tomorrow."

Oh god! I've blown it!

"But I want to! I just-"

She held up a hand, "Really, it's quite alright."

Oh. My. God.

Gradually, Grell felt his pride diminishing, his ego plunging into oblivion as Angelina smiled down at him, as if to say, "Thanks for nothing."

Angelina looked down at herself, "I suppose I should put something on. I might get sick again…" She said to no one in particular, and then blushed, looking down and seeing he was still between her legs, his expression blank.

Grell was in complete shock, mortified and humiliated. There he was, his face literally between her legs, and he didn't know what to do. He had brought her so close to the edge! Had made her scream his name and beg him to take her. And the stupid fool had frozen up! His erection was still throbbing painfully in his pants, and he was sure his lady was just putting on a kind face. He knew how women could be!

Oh dear lord, she's probably furious with me!

He looked like he was about to cry, and Angelina blinked.

"Grell? Are you oka-"

"No! No I'm not!" He cried out, being insanely over dramatic as he moved back, looking at her with the biggest of eyes, "I'm nothing but…But a school boy!"

For the first time in his entire life, his pride as a man was bruised. No, not bruised. He felt as if it had been sliced in half with a sickle. He had always prided himself on being able to please a man in bed, had even thought of himself as a sexual beast!

If his Lady Angelina had been a man, Grell would have known exactly what to do. He would have done so many incredible things, she would never think of another man again! Never again!

Grell was in perpetual shock, curling up on the bed as Angelina stared down at him. He thought of how Angelina would call up her girlfriends, telling them how he had excited her, and then so horribly stopped, and hadn't known what to do! She probably thought he was terrible in bed now!

Oh the shame!

Angelina got up, shaking her head and going to her bureau as Grell curled up on her bed, shaking. "Honestly Grell, sometimes I don't now why I bother loving an idiot like you." She muttered to herself, slipping on a fresh pair of bloomers.

The red haired reapers ears perked when he heard her words, and he sat up, watching her with a blush as she stood in nothing but an adorable pair of bloomers. His heart swelled, and he sniffled as a tear slid down his cheek.

"You love me even though I'm a pathetic excuse for a man and I'm terrible in bed?" He blubbered to Angelina, who just rolled her eyes and brushed out her hair.

"Miraculously, yes."

He only sobbed harder, "You really think I'm terrible!"

"Just shut up already!" She snapped, her eyebrow twitching as she hissed at him, still just in bloomers. "I'm already getting a migraine! Now you can either stay here and sleep with me for the night, or just go away! I'm exhausted and your prattle is getting on my nerves."

Grell hugged a pillow to himself and continued to pout, "You're so cruel to me! And you claim to love me!"

Angelina tossed the sterling silver hairbrush at the infuriating man, hitting him square in the face. He fell back with a whimper, and she pointed to the door, "Get out Grell! Now!"

He looked back up at her, glasses askew and his nose bleeding. "But my precious flower-"

"Out." Her eyes narrowed coldly.

Grell whimpered as his topless angel grabbed his ear in a tight, motherly grip, pulling him out of her room and slamming the door as he fell into the hall. He sniffed, scratching on the door like a cat, hearing his cruel beauty locking it on the other side.

"Angelina! Please! I'll stay quiet!" He begged, looking absolutely pathetic as he laid his face on the door, whining loudly.

"Goodnight!" She yelled from the other side of the door, her voice muffled.

"Are you angry because I don't know how to have sex, or because I'm annoying?" He asked, pouting up at the door.

It was quiet, and he continued to stare up at the door for fifteen more minutes before he realized she was ignoring him. Oh she was so cruel to him!

But of course, that was one of the reasons why he loved her.

Grell blinked, blushing.

He had done it. He had confessed to his cruel, beautiful woman.

And she...loves me…

Grells smile went from happy to manic in a mere second. He jumped to his feet and span on is heals. "Goodnight my love!" He yelled at her door, jumping high in the air like a child and doing a dance, twirling around the dark halls like a flamboyant, red haired ballerina.

"She loves me, she loves me, and she loves me!" He sang, twirling and basking in the glow of love. He never thought he would ever find love, never in all his days.

Grell also couldn't believe that he had fallen in love with a human. A human woman no less.

"Ah, but love works in mysterious ways!" He giggled to himself like a schoolgirl, going to his room and falling on his bed. He giggled once more, rolling around and looking up at the ceiling.

He saw her face as he stared into oblivion, saw he sprawled out beneath him, heard her gasping for him to continue. God, how he had wanted her. Grell rolled onto his stomach, whimpering into the mattress.

"I am an idiot." He whined.

Rolling back over onto his back, he sat up quickly, a frown on his face. "No! I must be better! Angelina deserves the best!" Grell stood, his eyes bright as he clapped his hands. Going to his vanity, he crossed his legs and looked at his reflection, flicking on a lamp and smiling.

"I'll do research! I'll be come a beast in bed! A true animal that can ravish my fine lady!" He took off his fake eyelashes, then began to brush out his long hair, humming to himself.

Oh, he could see it now! He would woe Angelina, whisk her off her feat! And when he came face to face with her flower again, he would conquer it! She was indeed a prize worth winning, and Grell would go through any means necessary to have her.

Even if it meant cutting off all his hair, and never wearing make up again. Grell Sutcliff would do it.

Staring at his reflection, he sighed to himself, leaning forward and placing his chin in his hand as he looked into his mirror.

"Where is my mind?" The reaper asked, his grin still in place.

So...yeah.