AHH! Okay, bit of an Author's Note at the end explaining everything. But I really hope you enjoy this chapter! It's been sitting in my 'Incomplete' folder for ages!
Stupidly Perfect and Perfectly Stupid
After a particularly tiring day, all Ciel wants to do is curl up and go to bed. And lately, Sebastian's been making that difficult.
Ciel's stupid butler had recently decided to climb into bed with him every night. Now, if it was just that, then it'd be fine but that's not all he does… No! It's not like they had sex or anything! I mean, okay, they had, but that wasn't what Ciel was trying to say! Silly perverted fangirls…
It was Sebastian's stupid looks. His stupid hair and stupid eyes and stupid body. And especially his stupid, stupid lips! They were all so perfect and every night, Ciel couldn't help but… well, touch them. In a totally innocent and non-seductive way!
Ciel was completely smitten with Sebastian. But his stupidly perfect looks had enraptured him.
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"Good-night, my Ciel."
"'Night, Sebastian."
With that part of their little ritual finished, Sebastian wrapped his arms around his little master's waist and pulled them together. Ciel allowed himself to be drawn to Sebastian and buried his face in his chest. He had long since stopped denying himself the pleasure in doing this.
Just as the young earl was about to fall asleep, he felt Sebastian kissing the top of his head, curling his fingers under his chin and pulling his face up. Ciel complied, raising his face to allow their lips to meet quickly. He kept his eyes closed because he knew Sebastian hated it. And Sebastian always retaliated by kissing his eyelids open.
So Ciel submitted, letting his bi-colored eyes open to meet cherry-red ones. Only then, with this one last image in his mind, did Sebastian settle himself down to try to get to sleep. But it was already too late for Ciel.
The young boy simply traced his butler's features with his eyes before that became just not enough. He raised his hand up in between their faces and petted that raven-black hair he loved so much. His fingers trailed down the side of his demon's cheek, down to his jawbone and his chin. Ciel traced those soft lips gently, planting the occasional fluttering kiss on them when he so felt the urge to do so. As they were so often curled into a smirk during the day; it was nice to see a genuine smile upon his perfect lips. Ciel's hands fluttered down Sebastian's cheek, danced down his neck and over his collarbone, tickling the hard muscles in the demon's thinly-clothed chest. Ciel's palm stopped and hovered above the left side of Sebastian's chest. He drew back slightly before regained confidence and pressing his hand against his butler's shirt, feeling his heart beat rhythmically underneath the surface.
Ciel unbuttoned the top three or four buttons on Sebastian's nightshirt, causing the latter to shiver slightly under his feather light, though it was almost unnoticeable. The young earl, not even anywhere near thinking about possible embarrassing consequences of his actions, pressed his cheek to his butler's chest, right over his heart.
You'd think listening to one's heartbeat would lull another to sleep, but the thing Ciel chose to focus his mind on after mere minutes of this was the breaths they were taking. He listened as they fell into sync, though he tried his best not to allow them to, but he only lasted a minute or so before he gave up and took a breath when his butler released one of his own.
The young earl only allowed this to go on for another minute filled with silence and peace before it began to irritate him and he'd pull himself up towards Sebastian's face and kiss him softly, trying to put as much love into the action as possible, because never in a million years would he voice his true thoughts out loud when he was still fully conscious of his actions. Far too embarrassing for him.
Though Sebastian tried to disconnect his lips from his master's, so the younger could get some sleep (and he knew better than anyone about Ciel's short temper when he was tired), but when Ciel pulled away from him and pouted, sticking his bottom lip out slightly, he couldn't resist pulling him back and kissing his gently, careful not to get too carried away.
When the demon finally pulled his butler attitude back to him, he closed his mouth and refused any more kisses. Ciel compensated by burying his head underneath the crook of his love's neck, where he could fall asleep, comfortable and warm. He nuzzled into the other's chest and finally allowed his eyes to droop, and before long, they'd blink shut, but not before he, in his moment of being barely conscious, murmured, "Love you, Sebastian." And, of course, receiving the expected, wanted and desired response of, "I love you too, my precious little kitten."
Xoxo
"Young Master, you've slept in enough this morning, it is time to wake up and face the day. I've prepared breakfast and-"
"I'm tired, Sebastian! You know I didn't get to sleep until late last night! Well, early this morning, which makes it that much worse! Go bother someone else for a change, will you?"
"I am your butler, and no one else's, and as such, it is much job to-"
"Shut up, I can't sleep with your obnoxious voice! …Hey, give me my blanket back!"
"My lord, I insist that you-"
"And I insist that you leave this very second!"
"But if you-"
"Sebastian! I order you to get out of my bedroom now!"
"…Of course, young master."
"…"
"…"
"Sebastian! Bring my blanket back now!"
Xoxo
*sigh* Okay. So… here's my apology: I'm so sorry I stopped writing for a while. I'll try to get back on track. And here's my explanation for any who care:
My parents aren't fond of my writing, and they never have been. That isn't to say they don't support it, as they say they do, but I don't feel supported. I was told by my step-dad that he'd prefer if I wrote about something else. That hurt more than it should have, and I cried too hard and too often over it. I felt just awful. But I kept writing, because I always had someone to talk to.
I can talk to any one of my friends, I'm sure, but only one of them knows exactly what to say at exactly the right times. I was really happy, because something important had happened for me, but no one, not even her, honestly seemed happy for me. I began thinking that I couldn't be happy. I already felt as if I couldn't be sad, and I slowly stopped talking to certain people about certain things. I kept things between me and my stories. But I never uploaded certain stories, as I was afraid someone would find out that I cried most every day. So I stopped uploading as quickly, but I was always, always writing.
Writing isn't a science, you can't get it perfect, no matter who you are. You'll always have mistakes, or people who dislike your work; and that can't be helped. But I was told multiple times by multiple different people that I can't make mistakes. Allow me to quote some people "You need to stop making so many mistakes." " Focus, you need to do better." "These are stupid mistakes; you have to stop making them." I became so self-conscious about my writing, and sometimes even ashamed of it. That's when I decided I never wanted to create anything so riddled with mistakes.
Then I slapped myself. I told myself I was being stupid, that I would never get better at something if I didn't practice.
Then I met Not-Tyler. (Long story behind that nickname) I can talk to him at any time, and he says what I would make Sebastian say in a fanfiction. Like, seriously.
I still haven't gotten over my parents. But I need to write. Like… need to. XP It's an addiction, if you will.
I don't have much else I need to say. I'm an idiot sometimes. I screw up. BUT I'M BACK! I HAVE A BUNCH OF STUFF I WANT TO WRITE AND UPLOAD; WHO'S EXCITED?!