The Glove

It was the last item to be put in and so it was right on top of all the others. You reached out, Sebastian's glove in your hand and your cheeks turned a light pink. Oh, of course. Could you have been more obvious about it? Maybe you should have reached deeper into the hat…

Sebastian smiled politely, standing up and holding the closet door open. "After you, Miss."

Your cheeks burned even though he hadn't said anything at all. The door closed behind him, robbing the small space of nearly all light.

"I-It's a weird sort of game, isn't it?" you said nervously, unsure if anything would end up happening. Probably not. He was a proper butler. Your heart sank as you realized he probably wouldn't do it out of fear of damaging his master's reputation.

"Indeed." He said curtly.

You shifted uncomfortably. This was going to be the most awkward seven minutes ever.

"Excuse me, Miss, if I may?" his breath was right on your lips, and even through the dark you could see the outline of his eyes through his long bangs. When had he gotten so close to you? You felt his gloved hand under your chin, his fingertips delicately shifting your chin upwards, and before you had the chance to realize what was happening, he softly brushed his lips against yours.

You gasped against his mouth. A low chuckle rumbled through his throat.

"That is quite amusing."

Your cheeks burned. Was he making fun of you? It wasn't your fault he had kissed you so suddenly. You hadn't been expecting it…

"May I, once more?"

Your eyes widened but once again he didn't give you a chance to reply, sealing your pink lips with his own. His tongue emerged, pushing his way past your lips and into your mouth. You whimpered in reply, nearly fainting from how wonderful it felt to be under his touch. He nibbled playfully on your bottom lip, and, mustering up the courage, you nibbled him back.

Soon you found yourself wrapping your arms around his neck as his own circled your torso, pulling you up to him. His steamy kiss continued, and you felt yourself melting, until he bit down sharply on your bottom lip, the pain shooting up into your head, and you realized you were bleeding. You yelped, pulling away from him.

"Sebasti—"

You were cut off by what you saw. Or, what you thought you saw. It couldn't have actually happened. Eyes didn't suddenly flash red the way his just had.

"Oh my…" he said it in a daze, running his fingers over his lips.

His eyes narrowed, locking on yours. "Miss, if I may—"

The door opened, and angry Grell insisting Sebastian get out this very second. Sebastian nodded, complying ever so gracefully, and you awkwardly stumbled out after him.

"Perhaps another taste, sometime soon." He breathed huskily into your ear, just before you sat down. Your cheeks went red, your eyes trying to stay fixed on the floor as you wondered just how soon soon would be.