Ciel Phantomhive was the Queen's guard dog. Though he was only thirteen, he was a force to be reckoned with, especially when accompanied by his Black Butler. Naturally, the job required they often go and do investigations, and the house couldn't be left unattended to. If Sebastian was one hell of a butler, then Astrid was one hell of a maid.

When Sebastian was away, she took over his duties, and made sure the manor was in pristine condition for when her master would return home. It wasn't always easy, especially with Mey-Rin, Baldroy, and Finnian. But she kept them under control, and upheld the Phantomhive reputation.

While she had no formal education, she was literate and arguably well read, so when Sebastian was busy and her young master was bored, he would often request her to read to him. She did so happily, for despite being fairly young, she saw the Earl as a son, and loved him as such. Finnian and Mey-Rin would joke that she was the mother of the house and Sebastian the father.

Astrid looked up to Sebastian, as he was one of the finest butlers she had ever come across. When she had first started working there, she would admit she had a small crush on the butler, but it had long since faded, the servants of the household becoming like her family.

That Sunday morning she woke up to the sound of rain. She freshened up her face and got dressed, doing her hair in a neat braid like always. Her brown hair was rather long, cascading down to her waist, so she had to braid it in order to keep it tidy. As a Phantomhive maid, it was important for her to maintain appearance and decorum.

It was still early morning, and even if it hadn't been raining, the sun would still not be up. She smiled as she made her way down the mazes of halls, into the kitchen to begin preparing breakfast for Ciel. Sebastian was already setting a teapot on the stove, heating up water for tea.

"Honestly, sometimes I wonder if you even sleep." She said, pulling out ingredients for an omelet.

He smiled at her in reply. "Good morning, Astrid. Sleep well?"

"Yes, thank you." She said.

They worked side by side in silence, as usual, since that was how they could get the most done most efficiently.

Lightning flashed across the sky, and because Astrid was right by the window, she jumped as the thunder crashed down hard.

"It's a good thing you and the Earl don't have to leave the house today. I'd be uncomfortable knowing you two were out in such severe weather."

"You care deeply for our Earl, Astrid."

She smiled at him, plating the omelet. "As do you, Sebastian."

He checked his pocket watch and sighed. "The thunder no doubt woke him. Is his breakfast finished?"

She nodded, handing him the tray. "Do wish him a good morning."

Sebastian nodded, "Yes, Miss." He said, leaving the kitchen.

She stayed, making breakfast for herself and the other servants. The trio entered just as she finished her meal.

"Eat up, everyone." Astrid said, "We have a big day today."

"She always says that, yes." Mey-Rin yawned, stretching her arms out.

"Thank you for the food." Finny said.

"Honestly, I can cook every once in a while." Baldroy insisted.

Astrid smiled. "That's quite alright Baldroy. It's no trouble for me."

She reminded them of their chores for the day and made her way out of the room to start on her own.

As young as she was it was a surprise to anyone how she was the head maid for the Phantomhive Estate. But she had been born and raised in the service business. Her family had worked for the Turner family for a few generations. She grew up with their eldest son, Isaac, and it was through him that she learned how to read.

Naturally, she would have stayed with the family, but when she and Isaac turned eighteen, it was revealed that he would be engaged to the daughter of a very wealthy businessman from the south of France. Isaac refused, claiming his love for Astrid. They planned to elope, but were caught, and Astrid was banished from the house, forbidden to step foot on Turner property again.

Shortly after, her mother died of shock and sadness, and Astrid was left to her own defenses. Isaac sent her what little money he could, but after his marriage, all communication was severed. If not for Sebastian, she would have been left on the streets.

No one would hire her, because the women of the households were wary of a maid who had caused scandal. When Sebastian approached her, she couldn't understand why he didn't seem to care.

"You are good at what you do. That is all that matters. Our manor is in need of a maid, and we would be honored for you to join the Phantomhives."

She knew the name well. They were among the most elite in London. Working for the Phantomhives would give her the chance to fix her reputation.

That was a long time ago. But it was a critical turning point in her life. Being the head maid of Phantomhive Manor at the age of twenty-two spoke volumes, regaining her the respect she once had. In that sense, she had a certain soft spot in her heart for Sebastian, as he had saved her from destitution and worse.

These days, though, her thoughts were less on Sebastian and more on a recent acquaintance; Adrian. She couldn't help but re-imagine the events that had played out a few nights prior. Deep down she couldn't help but wonder if she was impure. She wasn't very good at resisting temptation, and it felt like she was constantly caving into it. If what she did got out, she'd lose her job. By engaging with Adrian she had not only put her own reputation at risk, but the reputation of the Phantomhive name.

And yet, she didn't feel the slightest bit of remorse. Given the chance she'd do it again and again. Anything to see those emerald eyes…

She tried to shake the thoughts from her head and focus on her work. But it was difficult. Adrian had said something about how she was off limits. Had Sebastian truly spoken to him? Sebastian was an intelligent man, he no doubt knew of her past. The introduction of Adrian presented a problem.

But she was a maid, not a slave. She was free to marry. To be courted. Properly of course. And they hadn't exactly gone about it properly, but…

She was summoned into the library to read to the young Earl. They had gotten about halfway through the book when Sebastian came in with an announcement.

"We will have a guest for dinner tonight."

Ciel glanced up at him, resting his chin on his knuckles.

"Who?"

"Undertaker."

"In this weather?" Astrid asked.

"He's so strange," Ciel sighed, "Very well. Make the necessary arrangements, Sebastian."

"Shall I go too, my lord?" Astrid asked.

"No. The book was just getting good."

"Very well."

"My lord if I may," Sebastian said, making his way to him, "Could this have to do with the Norton investigation?"

"I don't know. But in any case we'll find out tonight. See to it that dinner is ready for his arrival."

Astrid didn't know much about the conversations Sebastian and Ciel exchanged, but she was smart enough to keep out of them. It was dangerous work, and to get tied up in it would only complicate matters.

She continued reading to her Young Master, the rain like soft background music outside. The hours passed and yet the rain did not stop. She finished up just as Sebastian entered the library once again.

"Astrid, if I may have a word?"

"Of course," she nodded, closing the book and getting up.

"Young Master, you should head upstairs. I will help you change for dinner shortly."

Ciel gave an irritated sigh, "I tell you what to do, Sebastian. Not the other way around." But he got up anyway.

Once the Earl had left, Sebastian turned to Astrid.

"Because he is quite a peculiar guest, I will tend to the Undertaker this evening. Therefore you will wait on our Young Master."

"M-me? But you've always done so. It's quite clear he prefers you-"

He smiled at her. "It will be fine."

She cleared her throat. "Yes, Sebastian."

It wasn't long before the elegant doorbell chimed through the manor, announcing the arrival of the bizarre guest.

Adrian arrived in his usual attire, the only exception was that he was absolutely dripping wet.

"Raining cats and dogs out there." He sang, in that high pitched tone, "God must be weeping." Astrid noticed Sebastian cringing at his words, but she didn't think much of it. His voice probably just annoyed him.

What surprised her was the fact that Adrian hadn't bothered to dress up at all. She thought that since he'd have an audience with an Earl he'd at least attempt to dress with the formality a dinner like this required.

Nonetheless, her heart skipped a beat when she saw him.

"Ahh, Astrid. How are you, dearie?"

"Very well sir, thank you." She said, bowing her head, "Welcome to Phantomhive Manor."

Ciel appeared at the top of the stairs. "Undertaker. It has been a while." He said, making his way down.

"Ah, young Earl Phantomhive. Looking spectacular as ever heehee. You have quite an estate."

"Thank you. Please, enjoy the Phantomhive hospitality."

"I'll take every advantage of it." He grinned.

"Master, dinner is ready." Sebastian announced.

Ciel nodded. "Come," he spoke to Undertaker, "We will discuss your business over our meal. I imagine it must be urgent, for you to come in such weather."

Astrid tended to Master Ciel, as she had been instructed to do, and it gave her the opportunity to watch Adrian in a new environment. Watching him in a formal setting was interesting, to say the least. After his failure to arrive in the proper clothing, she was a bit worried about how dinner would fare out. But she was pleasantly surprised. He knew how to properly hold a fork and which utensils to use. His table manners were exceptional; suitable for one dining with an Earl. She was rather impressed with him. He still spoke with that same voice, and those bizarre riddles. It seemed to irk Master Ciel, but not enough for him to raise his voice about it.

They retired to the study, and set up a game of chess. Astrid watched as they played and discussed business matters. The name Norton popped up a few more times, but Astrid didn't think much of it. It was not her place.

"Check mate."

The room fell silent. Astrid stood in awe. It was not often she saw her master lose in chess. Even Sebastian couldn't pull out victories against him.

"Always protect your Queen." Adrian advised.

Ciel looked from the board to Undertaker and smirked. "Indeed."

Finny burst into the room, panting. Sebastian glared at him; it reflected poorly on the Phantomhive name when servants did not act with decorum.

"The main road," he panted, "it's all flooded. Nothing can get in or out."

Ciel looked at Undertaker. "It would appear as though you'll have to stay the night. I'll have Sebastian prepare a room for you."

"Such a generous Earl." Undertaker said, thanking him.

Astrid dealt with the cleanup that night, as Sebastian was busy tending to Adrian's room. She made her regular rounds about the manor, when she found Mey-Rin on the ground, surrounded by towels.

"Mey-Rin what are you doing?"

The poor thing was such a complete mess all the time. Astrid bent over to help pick her up.

"Sebastian told me to bring towels to our guest, yes he did. But there are so many and I reached for the top but I fell, yes."

Astrid shook her head and adjusted Mey-Rin's glasses for her.

"I'll take care of it. You go help the Baldroy, I hear he's trying to set the kitchen on fire again."

With a salute and a 'yes mam' she was gone.

Astrid picked up the scattered towels and folded them up neatly, putting them back on the shelf. She reached for the ones at the top, as those were the softer ones, and began making her way down the hall. For a moment, she stopped. She wondered if she should be the one to bring Adrian his towels. She shook the thought from her mind. Surely he wouldn't do anything improper. He was, she believed, and he had proved tonight to be, a gentleman.

She knocked on his door but there was no answer. So she pushed it open and found the room to be empty. She looked around. It looked essentially untouched. Perhaps he hadn't settled in quite yet. That was when she noticed the light from the bathroom. She knocked at the door.

"I have your towels for you sir." She said.

"Bring them in, dearie, bring them in."

She opened the door without thinking, assuming he wouldn't let her in without him being decent.

When she stepped inside, Adrian was stepping out of the tub, dripping water, stark naked.

"S-sir!" she squealed, tossing him the towel and turning her head.

If Ciel or Sebastian walked in, she'd no doubt lose her job.

Undertaker chuckled. "Relax, dearie. It's nothing you haven't seen before." He wrapped the towel around his waist before making his way to her. He caressed her cheek and left his nails under her chin, so that she was forced to look at him. "How has my little bird been?"

This was bad. The image of him stepping out of the tub was now permanently engraved into her mind. And now he was touching her face, just inches away. The longing between her legs had started. She wasn't sure how long she'd be able to hold out.

"I-I need to get going."

"So soon? But you just got here."

"Adrian, please, we're in my master's house-"

He grinned wickedly. "Doesn't that excite you?"

She shook her head, removing his hand from her face. "I need to go." She insisted.

"Ah," he giggled, "I know what's wrong. You're afraid, aren't you?"

Her face must have given her away, because he chuckled again. "Surely it can't be Ciel you're afraid of? No, I know who it is. Sebastian isn't it? A devil, that one is heehee a devil. Now now dearie, he can't hurt you while I'm here."

She looked at him, trying to even her breathing. "I would hate to disappoint him is all."

Adrain shook his head and traced the curve of her face with his long nail.

"Enough of all that. Come my darling, I've been dying to hear you laugh again. I came all the way through the rain for it."

She backed away hesitantly, and unknowingly, into the door, hitting her head gently against the thick wood.

"Did you bring me a joke?" she said nervously.

He laughed. "No, not quite that, dearest. There's a much more effective way if I recall correctly."

Her heart was pounding in her ears. She knew exactly what he meant. Her breathing hitched. She couldn't. Not in her master's house. And Adrian was still so terribly naked. She felt her cheeks burn. The longing that was throbbing through her wanted her to stay, but she would have to fight it. She knew better than this.

She grabbed the handle, making her escape.

"I'm sorry, truly, but I have to go."

Adrian pulled her into him and kissed her roughly on the lips. "I'll hear your laugh again, dearie. You can be sure of that." He taunted.

Astrid exhaled loudly when she got back out in the hall. She had escaped not a moment too soon. She wanted so desperately to stay in his arms, but it was simply too much of a risk. She had lost everything once before because of her capriciousness, she most definitely wouldn't do it a second time.

She was grateful to her Young Master and to Sebastian. To get…involved with Adrian at a time like this would be considered disrespectful at best.

After her duties to the manor were completed, she retired to her room, getting ready for bed. She unbraided her hair, letting the now-curly locks fall along her back in long strands. She slipped out of her uniform and into her nightgown. What a long day it had been. She hadn't done much at all, and yet she felt exhausted. She sat on her bed, adjusting the pillows, when the door creaked open.

She turned to see who it was, expecting Sebastian, and gasped when she saw the tall, grey-haired figure in the doorframe.

"You can't be in here! This is my bedroom!"

Adrian chuckled, running a hand through his hair, revealing his face. "That's exactly why I should be in here, love."

She clenched her teeth.

"I must admit, I wasn't counting on finding you. I was merely doing some exploring about the manor."

"Well, please leave. It's not right for a guest of the Earl to be down in the servant's quarters."

"Just because I wasn't planning on running into you, doesn't mean I didn't want to see you, hehe. I still have your laughs to collect."

She stayed silent, clutching the edge of her bed, exhaling angrily. Or rather, with frustration. She was being torn between expectations and temptations.

Adrian made his way over to her, sitting down on the bed and pressing his lips against her neck. She flinched.

"Say, puppy, didn't you want to explore too?"

She bit her lip, her mouth going dry. Still, she said nothing.

He chuckled against her skin. "How about I teach you something new?"

She turned to look at him, her features scrunched.

"Are you mental? They'll hear us."

Adrian grinned, kissing her cheek. "The walls of this house are thick. We should be fine."

"Adrian-"

"Let go of your thoughts." He told her.

He had said the same thing the last time. And it had been enough to convince her then.

He pulled her up against his chest, his arm wrapped possessively around her waist. "Allow me to make you laugh." He breathed into her ear. She shivered.

She was weak. She knew that. But she couldn't help it. Not when Adrian was involved.

"T-teach me." She said.

He gave her another wicked grin.

"Heehee. We're going to have fun dearie."

"B-but Adrian we have to be quiet. If Ciel-"

He kissed her, cutting her off, and she was lost. He cupped her cheeks lovingly, drawing his tongue out to trace his lips.

"Heehee, so soft."

"Adrian," she breathed, her eyes still closed.

He trailed kisses down her neck. "Miss me, dearie?"

"Mmm…" She was getting dizzy. The room suddenly felt so small. She pulled away, looking at him. She cocked her head to the side, brushing the hair out of his eyes, and really looked at him. He smiled at her. She could feel herself melting.

"Why do you dress like this?" she asked.

"It suits me." He replied easily. "But," he said, standing, "I can take them off, if they bother you." He smirked.

She blushed deeply, unable to look at him. "You have a knack for that," she said.

"For what, dearie?"

"Making me nervous."

He giggled, undoing the buttons on his robe. It fell easily, and it wasn't long before he was standing in front of her naked, again.

She held her breath, staring at his impressive figure. Finally she looked back up at his eyes. "So, what are you going to teach me?"

He held his hand out to her, and she took it, standing up off the bed. She began to hesitantly undo the strings of her nightgown, but he stopped her. He brought her into another searing kiss, her hands still in his.

He guided her hand over to his chest, so that she could feel the steady beating of his heart. He smiled at her. "Do you like that feeling love?"

She nodded, going on her tippy toes to give him a quick kiss.

He smiled, then brought her hand over to his lips, kissing it tenderly. He flipped it so that her palm was facing him, and he licked the length of her hand. It caused strange jitters to dance through her.

"What are-"

He licked it again, and then brought her hand down, so that she would wrap around his dick.

She inhaled sharply.

"Up and down, love. It's easy." He said, his hand still on hers, and he kissed her cheek.

She nodded, repeating the motions, and squeezing lightly when she moved up. Adrian groaned at her touch. After a few strokes, she noticed a clear liquid secreting from the tip. With her thumb she rubbed his head in circular motions, careful to not apply too much pressure. With the fluid dripping, her hand was now sticky, spreading it about his base and length.

Adrian kept his hands around her neck, kissing her sweetly as she pumped him. She smiled into his lips. "Are you enjoying yourself?" she asked.

"More than you know, dearie. More than you know." He groaned, bucking his hips into her hand, matching her motions.

He pressed his lips against hers harshly again, biting down and sucking on her bottom lip, eliciting a moan out of her.

"Heehee. Your moans are delicious, love."

She moaned in reply. He grabbed her wrist, stopping her motions.

"Ready for the next part?" his voice was husky but his mouth had broken into a wide grin.

She nodded, excited and nervous all at the same time.

He licked her lips before speaking, "Get on your knees."

She did as she was told.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair. "Ever had a lollipop dearie?"

She bit her lip, looking at the ground. "Yes."

He lifted her head up so that his length was right in front of her.

With a deep breath she moved closer, sticking out her tongue and licking his length. Adrian visibly shivered. Something snapped in her. Last time, she had been the vulnerable one; shivering under his every touch. But here, with her tongue, could she have an advantage over him?

She licked him again, but when she got to the head, she took it into her mouth, running her tongue over the slit.

"Mrph." His grip on her hair tightened. It frightened her, but aroused her at the same time, so she kept going.

She circled his head again with her tongue, and suckled softly.

"Fuck," he breathed, pushing her head down, forcing her to take him.

He was hot and hard in her mouth, but for some reason it was one of the most arousing things she had ever been exposed to, and she sucked as he brought her head back up. He pushed her back down and she began to get the idea, bobbing her head up and down, sucking and making zig-zag shapes with her tongue as she went back up. Occasionally she'd take extra care to suck on his head, which had him melting into her.

His hold of her hair was getting tighter and tighter, and while it hurt slightly, it was a delicious sort of pain, because she knew he was enjoying herself.

Suddenly he pushed her head down hard, and she hadn't been expecting it, so she gagged. Adrian was a bit too big for her to fit fully in her mouth.

"Fuck!" He thrusted harshly into her mouth, making her gag each time.

"Delicious!" he squealed, "Delicious sounds!"

He was pulsing inside her, she could feel it, and with a few more jerky thrusts he released in her, the hot liquid filling the insides of her mouth.

She stood frozen, unsure of what to do.

He pulled out, dragging some of the sticky liquid out with him. The rest was trickling down her throat, and she swallowed to push it down. She wiped her mouth with the back of her palm, and let her hand rest around her neck.

Adrian linked his hands under her arms and picked her up easily. She wrapped her legs around his torso.

"Was that too much, love?"

She shook her head, smiling. "I liked it."

He kissed her and giggled. "That's what I like to hear, dearie."

She didn't realize how wet she was until he rubbed up against her. She flinched, throwing her head back slightly. He took the opportunity to suck on her neck. She murmured in his arms.

"Adrian!" she gasped, "You can't leave marks-"

He chuckled into her chest. "I'll be careful."

He walked over to the bed, letting her fall onto it and hovering over her. He ran a hand through his hair so that he could look at her properly.

"Take this off, love. I want to feel your burning skin."

He had a way of melting her with his words.

She stripped down, and he watched, a smile growing on his face. She blushed crimson red.

She took a deep breath, looking up at him, "Adrian-"

Yet again he stopped her, his mouth possessively over hers, and before long he had her pinned to the bed.

He trailed kisses down her neck over to her breasts, and he suckled her nipple, making her back arch into him.

"Oh…" she clenched the sheets, dripping with want.

He continued suckling her breast, squeezing the other with his hand. She whimpered, her lower half throbbing for attention.

Adrian made his way back up to her face and kissed her passionately. His eyes were visible to her, and she could feel herself falling again.

"Heehee, ready love?"

She bit her lip and nodded, "Yes. Please."

He rubbed against her teasingly, and she groaned, her back arching again.

Without warning he thrust into her, and she moaned loudly. It was a delicious feeling, and as he pumped into her she bucked her hips to match his rhythm, allowing him to go deeper and deeper.

Adrian smirked, "Enjoying yourself, love?"

"Yes," she moaned desperately, out of breath. "Yes, yes yes…"

She tightened around him, her walls squeezing around his cock.

"Fuck," he breathed, pumping into her.

With trembling hands she clung to his shoulders. "Ad-d-drian…please…..I….I-"

He gave her deep and unapologetic thrusts. She trembled beneath him, unable to hold back her moans. He bit her neck and she squealed, stretching out her legs so that he could thrust harder and faster into her.

She let out a strangled moan as her walls squeezed spasmodically, trying to milk him dry. Her thighs tensed and her breathing was short and rapid pants. After a few more thrusts Adrian tumbled in after her, spilling his seed into her convulsing pussy. He collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily.

She giggled, releasing her grip on the sheets and bringing a hand over to cover her face.

Adrian kissed her cheek tenderly, smiling. "Ah, my utopia."

She turned to look at him, biting her bottom lip and still giggling.

"All this to hear me laugh?"

He pecked her lips. "Anything." He pressed his forehead to hers. "You're my treasure."

She took deep breaths, her chest rising and falling steadily as she stared into his emerald eyes. "I'll laugh for you Adrian. Any time you want."

He giggled, "Is that so, dearie?"

She nodded. "A Phantomhive maid who can't do that much, isn't worth her salt."

He rolled off of her, so that they lay side by side.

"You're keen on that demon aren't you?"

"Why do you keep referring to him as such?"

"Sebastian?"

She nodded.

"Do you not think it suits him?"

She thought a bit. "He came to me when I needed him most. I suppose he's more of a guardian angel. But since you don't like him, I suppose it makes sense you call him that."

Adrian cackled. "A guardian angel. How amusing. You are always making me laugh, dearest."

"What happened between you two?"

"I'm indifferent to his kind. But you, love. Are you partial towards him?"

She smiled. "I'm partial towards you."

He smiled back, but sighed. "Enough of the butler then. You'll find out in due time dearie."

She giggled. "What's that supposed to mean?"

He wagged his finger at her, his voice high and taunting, "You'll see."

A/N: Finally was able to update this! Would love to know what you all think of this second chapter. Once again I do plan on continuing it, but I have other stories that are a priority and school and blah blah all that annoying stuff. Thank you for reading! Don't forget to comment ^^