Sebastian stood by himself next to the dining table. Katie had refused to come down from her room, still raged by agony and sorrow. Ciel seemed unaffected by her lacking presence. Sebastian would vaguely feel it but chose to ignore it. He had grown oddly attached to his little 'wife' ever since their wedding and disliked it.
"How long do you expect Katie to stay locked up in her room?" Ciel asked, finishing a bite of his dinner.
Sebastian blinked at the casual question.
"Her behavior seems to be unpredictable," he reported. "But from what I have observed she could be in there for at least a week."
Ciel pushed his plate away from him and folded his hands on the table.
"Is there something wrong, my lord?" the butler probed.
The young earl glanced at Sebastian.
"I keep remembering when Lord Williams offered to raise Katie's child in her stead," he said slowly.
"Do you think he was implying something, young master?" Sebastian asked.
Ciel's eye narrowed.
"We may need to keep an eye on Lord Williams again," he continued on.
He stood up from his seat.
"I can manage myself tonight," he announced. "You may go comfort your wife."
Sebastian watched his lord walk away as he cleaned up the dishes. It was obvious from the very beginning that Lord Williams was not just merely suggesting that Katie give him her first born son; he was demanding it. Of course Katie had picked up on the demand immediately as Sebastian had but she had expected her lord to support in her defiance. The shock of being left on her own sent her into despair and thus she locked herself into her quarters.
The butler washed the dishes quickly and finished his nightly duties. He hesitated to go to Ciel's room but he was allowed permission to attend to Katie. The demon stood outside his wife's door, hand glued to the handle, waiting for any sound to reach his fine-tuned ear. He heard nothing be soft breathing. He turned the knob and entered into the dark room.
It looked like a storm had blown through the area. Papers flooded the floor with bits of glass and cloth. The curtains had been drawn shut and the candles had been thrown repeatedly at the wall so that wax stuck to it. Shredded pillows had released their feathers and covered every inch of the small room. Katie's fury and despair finally had caused her to go on a rampage but she must have known that if she had taken it out else where she would lose her place in the mansion. The only place that remained untouched by her rage was her desk, where she was passed out.
Sebastian approached the sleeping maiden, avoiding the mess around him. She wore a light cream colored night gown that appeared to be slim fitting for her medium frame. The hem of the gown barely reached below her knee. It made her look elegant and young. He gently brushed a lock of hair away from her face. Her eyes were puffy from crying so much and her lips were cracked from lack of moisture. The butler spotted a pen in her hand and a paper under her arms. He carefully pulled it free and read the inscription. The words were familiar to him. No doubt a song or poem that she knew; probably learned from someone she loved dearly. She was most likely trying to calm herself down.
"What am I going to do with you, my dear?" he teased.
He quickly began to clean the destroyed room. After a few minutes, Sebastian examined his work. Everything was put in its proper place and the bedroom seemed to be newly refurbished. Satisfied with his work, the butler moved over to his sleeping wife.
Sebastian carefully position Katie into his arms, doing his best not to wake her. She twitched and her eyes opened wearily but closed again, too exhausted to respond. Sebastian made it to the door before she mumbled something. She said it again after he had exited the room.
"What are you doing?" she asked; her words finally clear.
Sebastian was sure it was demand but she hadn't put enough effort into it.
"Your quarters were severely damaged," he said gently. "You are being relocated to a safer environment."
"Being anywhere with you is unsafe," she grumbled.
Sebastian strategically opened the door to his room and carried his sleepy wife inside, closing the door behind him. He gently placed her on his bed and sat on the edge. Instead of going back to sleep, Katie sat up slowly. Sebastian pushed her back down with a firm hand on her shoulder.
"Go back to sleep," he said softly.
Katie sat up again.
"It's too late," she groaned. "You already woke me up."
Sebastian stood up from his seat and started to unbutton his jacket.
"It can't be help," he sighed.
He could feel Katie's steady eyes on his back.
"What do you think you are doing?" she hissed.
Sebastian smirked and turned around, his shirt already half way off his muscular body.
"Well, you are already for bed so I figured I should prepare myself as well," he replied, gesturing to her skimpy night gown.
Katie folded her arms over her chest, her eyes burning with embarrassment. Sebastian smiled and turned back around, continuing to undress.
He purposefully slid his shirt of, taking as much time as he could to show off his flawless skin to the woman sitting on his bed. After slipping out of his shoes and socks, not really wanting to take off his pants just yet, Sebastian noticed a creak from his bed. Katie had shifted so that she was lying down on her belly away from her husband and sighed. The demon looked over his shoulder at her. She looked bored and uninterested. Sebastian crawled onto the bed, making his way towards his unsuspecting prey. By the time Katie had turned over, the butler had already straddled her, pinning her underneath his half-naked body.
"Not pleased with me, my dear," he purred.
Katie put her hands on his bare chest and attempted to push him back.
"Not in the mood, darling," she replied bluntly.
Sebastian smirked and lowers himself down, gently kissing her lips. Too tired to care, she let him caress her with his lips. He kissed the nape of her neck and she jumped.
"That's enough," she snapped.
Ignoring her words, Sebastian intertwined his fingers with hers and proceeded to kiss down to her collar bone. Katie sat up immediately, eyes narrowed. Sebastian refused to move. He simply wrapped his arms around her and kissed her soundly.
"I can't resist, sweetheart," he mumbled against her lips.
Katie shoved him back suddenly.
"I said enough," she growled.
She turned around, facing away from her husband, exposing her back to him. Her night gown revealed some of her pale skin. Sebastian smirked and gently slid his fingers over Katie's arms, making her shiver. His lips trailed over the back of her neck. He could feel her muscles tense under his touch.
"You're so irresistible," he sighed against her skin.
"Stop it," she hissed.
Sebastian slid his hands over her bare arms lightly, sending another wave of shivers.
"Relax," he whispered against her skin. "You have been stressed out lately. If you hold it in anymore then you will fall into despair."
Katie took in a deep breath.
"You don't know the half of it," she muttered.
Sebastian was surprised by the sadness in her voice. He let his eyes run over her body. She had a fairly strong body with a medium sized stature but Sebastian couldn't even imagine the physical or the mental abuse she had to deal with every day when she lived in the Williams' mansion. He actually found that he admired her determination and her will to overcome whatever her father threw at her. A hint of worry flashed through him and Sebastian wondered if Katie had broken down mentally.
His arms constricted around her body.
"You're still worried about what your father said earlier?" he asked gently.
Katie shoved him away with a shoulder and collapsed onto the bed.
"You're awfully talkative tonight," she grumbled, snuggling under the covers.
Sebastian edged closer to her.
"Avoiding the subject now, sweetheart?" he said quietly, lying down next to her.
"Stop it," she hissed.
"Why don't you want to talk about it?" he pressed on.
"Enough!" she shouted, sitting straight up, eyes full of tears.
Sebastian felt slightly guilty as she wiped away the tears that were spilling down her face. She gave a ragged sigh but her blue eyes stayed dark and hardened.
"I don't even want to think about it," she snapped. "I don't want to have him take everything away from me! Why should I give in to his demands and give him my first born?! He doesn't even know if I can bear a child!"
Sebastian paused before advancing. He remembered that Katie had lost her mother when she was five. He reviewed a file he had found detailing her family. Marian Williamson had a very weak body and nearly died after having her first born child. After losing her baby to pneumonia, Marian refused to give birth to anymore children until coaxed into it by her husband seventeen years ago. Marian was successful in delivering a healthy girl but the energy it took to give birth never returned to her. Five years later, she died, leaving Katie in her father's hands. Katie could've easily inherited her mother's fear of bearing children.
"Katherine," the demon butler sighed, gently caressing her face with his bare hand. "Don't cry, my love."
The crushed girl held onto Sebastian's hand, searching for some form of comfort. Sebastian sat up and drew closer to his distraught wife.
"There is no need to be fearful," he whispered, wiping away a stray tear that was rolling down her cheek. "Just let me take care of it."
Sebastian pressed his lips against Katie's gently. She instantly melted into him, her hands loosing on his hand. His hands slowly slid down her neck, pulling her closer to him. As if he had hit a trigger, Katie's hand slowly slid up his chest, resting at his jaw line. Sebastian smiled and toyed with the sleeve of her nightgown. He pulled away from Katie, touching his forehead to hers.
"May I continue," he asked, sliding her sleeve off her shoulder. "Sweetheart?"
Katie leaned towards the butler, forcing him to topple onto the bed. Her lips found his and she kissed him roughly. Sebastian felt a jolt of adrenaline shoot throughout his body. As it sparked his instinct to 'dig in', Katie backed off. Her eyes were softer than before but they were still firm.
"You need to learn when to stop acting," she said.
Sebastian blinked, unable to process what she was saying as well as what she was possibly thinking. Katie climbed off her husband and let her body fall onto the bed. Her brown hair surrounded her head, preventing from Sebastian to see her face, which was facing away from him.
Complete rejection.
Sebastian chuckled and covered her with a blanket. He climbed out of bed, finished undressing and prepared for an unruly night. As he crawled under the blanket, he enveloped Katie in his arms, holding her warm body against his. He pulled her hair away from her face and kissed her neck, shoulder and cheek.
"I wasn't acting, my dear," he whispered into her ear. "I was merely trying to make you stop acting yourself."