Just a few Ciel/Lizzy drabbles. I think there's one Lizzy/Sebastian but it's still mainly Lizzy/Ciel. Anyway, enjoy.
Comfort - When her mom dies, he doesn't say a word. No it's okay, no are you okay, and definitely no I'm sorry. He says nothing, all the while breathing steadily next to her - and she says nothing, all the while trying not to cry. But the weight of his arm over her shoulders is enough to keep the panic away.
Soft - For someone so cold and distant, everything about him is soft; his hair, his skin, his lips. She remembers the first time she touched his back - marveling at the feel of his skin stretched tight over muscles, and seething in jealousy that it was so perfect. It wasn't a hard decision to dig her nails in and rake them down his back the first time he touched her intimately.
Sex - Angry, sad, frustrated. Full of hate, full of love, full of want, full of need. Biting, snarling, wrestling. Glaring, scowling, fucking. But good. Always, always good.
Quiet - Her gentle breathing in the night keeps him sane. He doesn't want to care about her, and most of the time he pretends not to. But having someone next to him - having her next to him - makes everything about the dead of night okay. Even when she's not awake, the inky color of her eyelashes against her smooth cheeks is enough to make him breathe steadily, the soft in-and-out as she dreams next to him is enough to relax him for sleep, and the velvety feel of her body burrowing against his is enough make him want to keep her around.
Sarcasm - The only time they don't use it is when they fight. Because then they mean every word they say.
Defeat - She doesn't like being right about him, and she hates that everyone else is right, too. She'd always known he wasn't any good for her, but now it's right in front of her. He can't be changed. He's a liar and a cheater and a piece of shit. She deserves better. But she wants him.
Fire - His touch is like flames licking at her skin. Tendrils flicking their way up her bare back, stinging her ribs, and blazing into every inch of skin he can get his hands on. It burns and aches and it leaves her breathless - it makes her crazy … and she loves every second of it.
Ice - Her hands are always cold. Cold and frozen and he has to smack them away when she tries to snuggle closer in her sleep. But when his temper reaches boiling point, when his blood is burning with the idea of vengeance and murder, her freezing hand slipping beneath his shirt and onto his lower back spreads cool calm through him, relaxing him enough to get his head straight. He'll never tell a soul that she has that effect on him, and he'll never tell a soul that all it takes is the feel of her cool skin on his own heated skin to soothe him. He'll especially never tell a soul that he thinks he might like it.
Hollow - He's gone again and she's nothing without him. Her mom's gone, her dad's staring at her with dead eyes, and she just feels empty. As mean and cruel and uncaring as he is, he fills her and she needs him.
Pretty - Her eyes are pretty, but nothing else. He doesn't think pretty is a strong enough word for the rest of her; luscious, beautiful, drop-dead fucking gorgeous. Those lips, those curves, and those legs all need a word stronger than pretty. But those eyes? They're real and they're honest and they're so damn pretty that he has to scowl at them for fear of getting lost in them.
Snow - It was a stupid question, but one she had to ask. She's just surprised he was honest with her. Feeling sick to her stomach, she watches his footprints appear in the snow as he walks away from her.
Ugly - He's been in so many fights he's lost count. Fights with his enemies, fights with his friends, fights with strangers in the street. His injuries have included black eyes, split lips, cracked ribs, bruised knuckles, a knife to the side, a shot in the leg and who the fuck knows what else. He's got a strong stomach; the blood, bruises, and breaks have never been a problem before. But when he sees the bruising around her eye, the way she's trying to hide it from him, he really thinks he might throw up. She's still beautiful, but he's never seen something so ugly in his life.
Beginning - She's only met him once, but in that hour and thirty-two minutes, he caught her staring at him fourteen times, made her heart skip seven beats, and smirked at her three times. But it was as soon as he sat down that she knew she wanted him. It wasn't his looks, it wasn't his charming attitude, and it wasn't the way his gaze automatically went to her breasts. It was the smirk that followed. The smirk that made her feel like the only girl in the Dingo. The smirk that she desperately wanted to kiss away.
Fool – It's been a year since he left with that damn butler again and she frowns, glaring up at him with arms crossed as he walks through the door as casually as he did when he left. It's like nothing's happened. He waltzes in an out of her life like it's his favorite pastime. Well, he's a fool if he thinks she'll put up with it any longer. If he thinks she just wait here like the good little wife that he wants. But then he smiles, and his arms pull her into a searing kiss and she melts just like he knows she will. Elizabeth thinks that maybe she's the fool instead.
Naked - When he does it, she feels good and wanted and beautiful. But when Sebastian stares unabashedly at her as she climbs out of his bed, she just feels naked.
God - He's never been a believer, but when her hand, warmed by his own skin, pushes his hair away from his face, he thinks it might be possible.
Young - When they fight, brutal words are hurled at each other. When they make up, his touch is so desperate he thinks it might hurt her. When things are decent, her feelings are so deep she can hardly breathe. They're both too young for it all.
Hold - Her mom's dead. Lying next to her in his bed, he presses a kiss against her smooth shoulder and goes to turn away. She hasn't slept in days, he knows that and he knows she needs to. But she grabs his hand, keeping his arm tight around her waist and asks him, tells him, begs him to please, oh please don't let go.
Rain – 'God is in the rain' – her mother used to tell her. But standing there she only see's Ciel. His hair plastered to his face and he looks miserable and she thinks – if god is in the rain, then why does he look so sad? – But as she approaches and he turns to her, blood smearing down his temple from the cut above his eye, and the seal glows in the dark. And she remembers that he doesn't belong to god anymore. But then, he's never belonged to anyone.
Melody - Sometimes he's the perfect boyfriend. Sometimes he'll leave his work to be with her; sometimes he'll focus all his attention on her even when his butler is around to hassle him about it; and sometimes, when she's really lucky, he'll dance with her. He'll hold her close, hot hands seeping through the fabric of her dress, slowly swaying them to the music that only they can hear. He's often whispering all kinds of sordid words in her ear, but sometimes … sometimes they just dance.
Smile - Sometimes he smirks even when he sleeps. It's kind of creepy, but then, so is watching him sleep. He smirks when he sleeps, when he's pissed off, and when he's happy. He never smiles, but when he gives her that smirk, it's not so bad. No one else gets that smirk, and it's like his very own smile reserved entirely for her.
Quirks - This he knows: she hums when she dances, sews, or bathes; she always eats the strawberries off the cake first before she eats the actual cake; she hates lemon in her tea; she only wears scent on her wrists and at the corners of her jaw; she tugs at the curl that falls over her right shoulder when she's nervous; she rarely gets nervous; she's right-handed but can still use her left hand; she hates it when she cries in front of him; she gets a sleepy look in her eyes when she thinks about her mom; she thinks he doesn't know anything about her.
Lies - No one gave her that black eye. She wasn't out with anyone else while he was away. She's no more afraid of being alone now than she was then. Nothing happened those months he went missing. He doesn't need her. He can get along just fine without her. They know the truth, and they want to hate each other for pretending it's nothing.
Attention - She plays it sweet - a hand on his arm, a small smile to relax him, eyelashes batting like no one's business. Poor boy doesn't know what's hit him, but she's more than pleased with his reaction, and when he blushes at the way she runs her hand down his arm, she knows she'll have no problem getting what she wants.
Ache - He sees her as soon as she rounds the corner; soft curls bouncing around her shoulders, pretty eyes sparkling more than he should realize, and wearing a white dress that's far too innocent considering all the things he's done to her. He smirks, knowing she'll forgive him within hours and that they'll be wrestling for control in his bed by the end of the night. But then there's some guy he's never seen before wrapping an arm around her waist, and her smile is far too real for his liking. He wonders if it's all a show for him, but then her gaze slides across the road, landing on him, and her eyes go wide with surprise. There's an unfamiliar ache in his chest that he has to ignore.
Walking - Watching him storm down the street, she wondered why she ever thought this would be a good idea. Her date sure is nice, and she could maybe really like him one day, but without even thinking about it, her feet move and she's leaving her date on the side of the road, going after him as he heads down the street. She quickens her pace, wiping sweaty palms on her dress, and calling out his name. She wants to sob in relief when he stops and turns; a knowing smirk on his lips and an angry glare in his eyes. Instead, she kisses him.
Temptation – He's damned. He knows it. She knows it. He won't pull her into this life. She's too precious for that. He won't let her love a dead man. But at her hand slides up his leg and her lips brush the edge of his ear he feels the foundation of his resolve begin to crack.
Tears - He doesn't know what to do the first time he sees her cry. Through broken sobs she tells how sorry she is and he wants to be angry at her for being such a brat and breaking his ring in the first place. But then she looks up at him with those big green eyes and something tugs at his chest. Relaxing his face, he pulls his sleeves over his thumbs and dries her cheeks.
Name - Everyone knows him. Dog of the queen. His name is ugly and to be feared and reviled by all. His name is mentioned in the streets and the stories flow. But standing in that church as he slips his blue ring over her finger, she smiles up at him, her eyes prickling with tears. He thinks his name is beautiful coupled with hers.
Sun - Her eyes are closed, arms resting behind her head, and a soft humming noise coming from her mouth. As they lie on a blanket near the stables, he slowly - so slowly he hopes she won't notice - unbuttons her blouse. A small smile spreads over her lips and he knows she knows. Smirking, he opens the lapels and slips his hand beneath one, finding her skin surprisingly warm. Usually it's his own body heat that warms her, but as he presses a kiss between her ribs, he's sure he can smell the sun on her skin.
Victory - He sure is giving her an interesting look. If she didn't know any better, she would say it was confusion; instead it's frustration and annoyance and probably a bit of anger. Of course, the frustration and annoyance and anger is caused by the confusion he refuses to let show. Raising an eyebrow, she waits patiently. Finally he scowls and tells her he shouldn't have screwed around, that he won't do it again, that he wants her. She doesn't know if she believes more than the last one, and she knows he just saying it to get her into bed, but she smiles at her success anyway.
Question – Does he love her? He knows he does but he wishes he could answer her with more than a tight-lipped frown.
Innocence - She's never done this before. He thought she was just a tease who was leading him on, but he can see she's anxious. She wants him, but she's so fucking nervous it's almost enough to make him nervous. Instead, he runs a hot hand down her side and does his best to kiss her fear away.
Kiss – Their first kiss isn't sweet and caring and romantic sap that she reads about in those novels of hers. Their fighting, arguing about something pointless and he feels something broiling inside him because recently she's begun to look so good and he can't get her out of his head. She's always there. Her smile. Her voice. Taunting him, teasing him, screaming at him. In anger she pushes him and he catches her hands against his chest. Her face is flushed and her hair is a mess but she's never been more beautiful. She opens her mouth to scream at him again and impulsively he kisses her if only to make her shut up.
Love - She really wishes she didn't. He sometimes thinks he might.
Forgotten - He's not used to the looks she sometimes gives him. The way she's happy to simply hold his hand, sit in silence, be in his presence. It doesn't happen often, but sometimes the way she touches him makes him edgy; it's too soft, too pleasant, too nice. Usually he scowls, tells her to stop it. But sometimes he lets it happen because it's a nice reminder.
Ring - He isn't serious when he asks if she wants to make it official. He's just being sarcastic and trying to get her into even more of a frenzy - there's something strangely sexy about her when she's pissed off - and partly trying to end this stupid fight. He hasn't fooled around with anyone but her, and even that hasn't gotten past second base yet. So he asks if she wants to make things official, and of course she smirks and says yes, yes she damn well does. Fucking sneaky bitch. He's sure this was her plan all along, but he can work with that. Glaring, he yanks his ring off his finger, grabs her hand, and shoves it on the first finger available. Still smirking, she blows him a kiss and leaves.
Breathe - She's shivering, hands shaking, head pounding. The paper has to be wrong, but even as she thinks it, she knows it's not true. He's dead, and she has to remind herself to continue breathing.