Sebastian sighed and opened his eyes. He blinked and looked at the warm lit room. Sitting up he grabbed his watch and clicked it open.
"Oh no," he breathed and in a flash he was dressed and down the stairs, in the kitchen, turning on the water for the kettle and pinched the bridge of his nose. How did he even let himself get so far off schedule? Of course, his perfect memory came up and replayed the previous late night's episode. He sighed again; the line he had kept himself so far away from was erased, smashed, dismissed completely as he had dined on Mey-Rin's sweetness and giving her the pleasure of screaming into her pillow as he smiled and drew it out as long as he could. Her lips still sizzled on his. Her taste still lingered in his mouth.
"Mister Sebastian!"
He turned and looked at Mey-Rin, back in her smartly pressed uniform and her glasses on her nose. He smiled a bit at the surprise in her voice. "Mey-Rin," he smoothly greeted her like he had every morning since bringing her to the manor.
She stood in the doorway and he wondered why she stared at him from behind the milky glass; she could shove them into her perfectly groomed hair, nestle them in her cap. He bit his lip; Sebastian wanted to see her brown eyes drill into his red ones like they had before the flame had died and they did not bother to stop to re-light it until both were finished.
"I didn't hear you come down," she said at last, moving toward him. He watched as she lead with her hands, smiling as she felt the table that now separated them. "I didn't hear you…" she paused and leaned a bit forward, "leave last night."
His cheeks colored and he leaned a bit towards her. "You had fallen asleep and I did not wish to disturb you. You seemed rather, well, content."
Her cheeks flared up into a deep red. "Thank you."
The whistling of the tea kettle broke into their moment and Sebastian turned and placed a cup before her and placed a few leaves in the strainer and poured the boiling water over them. When he was done filling the cup, he pushed it towards her.
"It was my pleasure," he replied finally as her fingers curled around the delicate china. Her hands were steady as they took the cup off the saucer and blew on the hot liquid. Sebastian held his breath, again, as she sipped a bit of the liquid.
"Perfection," she breathed.
"What kind of butler would I be if I could not do things perfectly?"
She took off her glasses as she replaced the cup and pegged him with a desire-filled look. "I wish to repay the favor." He started and glanced behind her, making her raise an eyebrow. "Not here," she said almost in a laugh and voice that betrayed her words. Sebastian licked his lips; how utterly scandalous she was being.
"I… I am not sure that is necessary," he finally replied.
She pulled back, almost like he had physically struck her. "Oh," she simply said and replaced her glasses and turned and left him to stand with a boiling kettle, one slightly fresh cup of tea, and a soon to be grumpy young master if he did not turn and shake off the wounded look in her eyes as Mey-Rin walked out of the kitchen.
"I don't mean to pry, Mister Sebastian, but what did you do to Mey-Rin?" Baldroy asked as he casually strolled into the kitchen. He saw the cup of tea and picked it up, swirled it a bit and tipped it back all at once.
"You have your work, so do that and mind your business," Sebastian snapped, suddenly not feeling any friendly feelings toward any of the staff.
He was a fool! A utter fool to have said and done anything about his private struggle. He was a fool to take advantage of Mey-Rin's obvious attraction to him and her desires she expressed last night with her forwardness after she had closed the door, not kicking him out as she should have, if she was anything less than … could he really put the emotionally laden word on her to describe the feelings? Was Mey-Rin in love with him? He balanced the silver tray of tea, cakes, and the seeping tea. His mind tried to erase the lingering word; he did not love, he enjoyed. He highly enjoyed last night. He had let himself cross the line. And as he walked into the young masters bedroom, seeing him already sitting up, waiting for him, Sebastian turned to quickly scold himself. You desired her body and soul and gave her a taste of what you wish to give her, stop trying to justify and dismiss. Let yourself be happy. He poured the tea flawlessly even as his mind, and his body did not feel flawless.
He would have to find Mey-Rin and grovel. He would not merely ask for forgiveness, he would beg. A demon begging! He selected a shirt and pants for his master and let him change before buttoning the shirt. If he was lucky Mey-Rin would forgive him. If he wasn't, he would spend many nights in the memory of his one night with her.
"Sebastian! The shoes are too tight. Honestly, focus," Ciel scolded him. Sebastian looked up and nodded.
"Yes, my lord, I am sorry."
"Just don't loose focus. I think I have meetings all day?"
Sebastian shifted his mind, and rattled off the meetings the young master would be indeed having all day. Several for his family business, Phantom Toys, and others as friendly inquires into the everyday happenings of the young Earl. Each, Sebastian knew from experience, would make his young master demand him at various times. If he wished to mend with the maid, he would have to work fast.
He started by greeting the manager of the Phantom Toy company and his team of designers, each carrying a few boxes, filled with concepts and projections for his young master to approve. Settling them all with tea and sweets, Sebastian moved effortlessly out of the study and through the halls to the second floor, where he heard Mey-Rin crying softly as she did her chores. It was Wednesday, so she was shoveling the young masters' fireplace.
He did not knock and was soon silently kneeling beside the red-headed maid, as she shoveled the dust of the used logs into a dust pan. He placed his hand over hers as she finished dumping the contents, making her gasp and look at him.
"I spoke too sharply and too quickly, my dear," he started. "I took more pleasure in last night then I should have allowed myself, and I am not sure how I should proceed. I am the head butler, and you are the maid; it was inappropriate for me to be in your room last night."
"I asked you to stay," she stated matter-of-factly. She took off her glasses and sighed in relief and shoved them into her hair, her brown eyes now free for him to read. "It was I who was also inappropriate. But," she continued, rocking on her heels to sit a bit straighter, "I will not apologize for asking."
His fingers brushed the black streak that was on her chin, smudged with tears and a small glean of sweat. He pulled her closer and laid a kiss on her lips. He felt surprised in his own behavior, and then the giving in; kissing in daylight - in their masters room! Mey-Rin pushed forward and soon they were balancing on their knees, their hands on each others body, hers on his shoulder and forearm, holding her up, his on her waist to keep him from tipping further and placing her on the floor.
"I want you," he breathed. Mey-Rin's eyes widened a bit and he worried he had crossed the line again. Was there a line anymore?
She placed a finger on his lips and reached around and undid her apron, pulling it over her head. She stood up and looked down at him, now towering over him as he was still on his knees. He shifted and stared at her breasts. A growl escaped her throat and she lifted his head and leaned down to kiss him.
"I want you too," she confessed. "Last night… was that a dream?"
"I still taste your juices," he hissed, taking another kiss from her. The blush in her face was now of remembering the pleasure, not of embarrassing shame of having the pleasure.
"Please, let me draw out your dreams."
"Ah my sweet, I am afraid most of them will be torturing me because you would not be willing to fulfill them."
Her eyes flared again, passion igniting her curiosity and Sebastian stood up, taking off his coat and laying it on the very chair his master had sat while he tied his shoes. She did not say anything and began to unbutton his shirt. He gazed down as she undid them and exposed his equally hard body to her eyes for the first time. He shuttered as her feathery light, breathy kisses filled his being.
"Mey-Rin," he breathed - begged and prayed.
She placed her hands on his pants and undid them as well. He swelled in anticipation of what he knew she was about to do.
Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips. His breath hitched.
She sank to her knees and gave him the same look through her eyelashes as she did the day before - was it only yesterday he had sank to his knees and tried to harden his resolve not to touch the very woman who was before him, ready to touch his cock with her lips?
He hissed as he felt her hands wrap around his length and kiss his head. Her lips slid over him and he was pulled deeper and deeper into her, and he into himself, into the anchor he held as a corporal body. He shuttered as her touch started to make that security lift, and he shifted a bit as he came deep into the woman he would not be able to deny he supremely enjoyed every aspect of her being - her body and soul.
He bucked hard into her mouth and lost his form completely, feeling her drinking him all in as he revealed his form to the only other person in the manor who knew he was far from human.
"Mey-Rin!"
