Their wasn't a dry eye in the small church as Sebastian and Mey-Rin tied their lives together on the human plane. The couple recited their vows - better or for worse, sickness and in health, till death due them part - with the secret gleam in their eyes that as soon as she was pregnant, none of that would ever apply to them and they would be both healthy, strong, and forever.
Finnian had to be pried off Mey-Rin and then Sebastian as he sobbed his happy tears. Sebastian smiled at the teenager, not much older than the young master, who was standing beside a weeping Elizabeth, clinging to his arm. The two met each others eyes and Ciel smiled, a real, true smile, to which Sebastian nodded his head. His young master had already promised his eternal soul to the demon, and would be beside him as well, like a son. Now, Sebastian mused, as he felt Mey-Rin wrap her arms around him, he would have a family - son and wife. And my own child, he prayed.
The carriage ride back to the manor was full of happy voices and happy chatting as the staff of five, the young master, and his fiancee, crammed into the carriage meant for four people. Mey-Rin had scooted to sit on Sebastian's lap and leaned into him as he held her firmly. The earthly bond was paper, was for the government of the moment, and they still eagerly waited to be bonded in the flames of hell, eternally. He knew his beloved was frustrated again as they had prepared for the wedding, making love at different times of the day, in case that made a difference. He had soothed her worries when he had noted that even he would not know if she was pregnant until her next monthly did not come.
"You smell everything else," she had said, replacing her bodice after they had made yearningly slow love in the cottage two days before their wedding. They had asked the young master if they could live outside the manor, and he had quickly granted the pair permission, eying Sebastian as he added, "Not everyone needs to know you are already together."
"I have a keen sense of smell, yes, but human bodies are still a mask of mystery at times."
And she had fallen silent, not asking again, but had leaned in and kissed him as he ran them back to the manor.
But now, cramped and riding a different kind of high, the pair gazed into each others eyes, not minding that Elizabeth kept cooing and small sighs as she turned toward her own future husband. Finnian was babbling to Baldroy who kept his face straight on the road in front of them. Sebastian sensed that the mood would quickly turn if he did not detach from his bride and reluctantly let his eyes wonder from her brown ones to the cooks cold blue ones. So he has not really gotten over it, Sebastian sighed as he met the steady gaze. He would not breech the mood and address the issue - not now, not here - but he would. And by the way Baldroy pulled his eyes away, he would have to approach with extreme caution.
"My love?" Mey-Rin said under her breath so the others would not hear. "Is everything alright?"
He slid his eyes towards her and gave a smile, kissing her cheek. "It will be," he whispered back.
She nodded and placed her head on his shoulder, watching the trees and the open gate of the Phantomhive manor slip by them. She turned and watched as the manor came into view and Sebastian smiled as her eyes watered a bit. They would be spending their first night as a couple in the cottage he had built next to the one he had made as his escape and cat sanctuary, connecting the two to provide room for their family he knew was coming. Mey-Rin had not seen the new addition he had worked the few spare moments he had the past week. He understood the tears; their lives had been at the manor for a lot longer than they had imagined.
Baldroy hopped out and he offered his hand to Mey-Rin, waiting as she gathered her layered dress and stepped carefully down. "I'll catch you if you slip," he said, casting an eye down to make sure her foot was on the step before he looked at Sebastian.
Sebastian did not say a word.
"Bard, you are sweet," Mey-Rin said, placing both feet on the ground and trying to release her hand from his. "Please," she whispered, tugging. "Bard."
He let her go and marched into the manor, past Tanaka, who had arrived back from a voyage to Japan which had lasted six months, only the day before. Ciel stepped out next, offering his assistance to Elizabeth who would be staying at the manor for a few days as her parents and brother went north to tend to the hunting lodge that they would stay in during the upcoming winter. Next, Finnian and Sebastian stepped down. The four looked at each other and Elizabeth flung herself at May-Rin again.
"You look so beautiful and so happy. You are so lucky to have Mister Sebastian as your husband! He is so handsome too!" She looked over at Ciel and blushed. "But you my Ciel, you are the most handsome."
"Thanks," he muttered as he was squeezed by his betrothed. "Elizabeth, I need to breathe."
She stepped back and blushed again. "Sorry."
"My lord, is there anything else I need to put into place before I leave for my honeymoon?"
Ciel looked at him and Sebastian sighed again. Dear me, has anyone moved past their emotions? Is this how we are to live? Watching people pine for those who are unattainable? He glanced at his bride and back at his young master.
"No, Sebastian. I can manage, for a little while, without you."
The demon smiled and bowed his head, placing his hand over his chest. "Very good, my lord. I bid you a good afternoon; we must be off."
Sebastian wrapped his arm around his bride and walked toward the end of the manor, a good walk away, before grabbing her, lifting her in his arms, and planting a kiss on her lips. "My wife, Mrs. Michaelis."
"Mmm, my husband, Mr. Michaelis."
"I have a surprise for you."
"I do like your surprises."
"Good, because I will have a lot of time to try to do so."
"You are creative, I'm sure you will be able to keep me guessing."
"I want that dress off you."
"Oh dear, you are not starting off well. I am not surprised by that at all," Mey-Rin giggled, caressing his cheek. "Nor are you surprised that I want that suit off as well."
"No, I am not," he said, walking slowly toward the long hedge that separated the manicured lawn from the perfectly planted trees, and the secret path to the cottage on the back part of the property. "Surprise - that's not my surprise."
She grabbed his face and pulled it down to hers, kissing him gently. "Get me to our home. I want to make love to you."
He sped up to a run and was soon rounding the corner through the woods to show her his newly improved living quarters. Her squeal of joy and gasp of wonder warmed him and he placed her on the path that lead to the porch surrounding the home.
"My darling," he said, letting her take a few steps. "Welcome home," he breathed, kissing her bare shoulder and gliding his lips over her neck. "Shall we go inside?"
She shuttered delicately and leaned into him. His arms wrapped around her, settling on her stomach, which could be occupied. "Please," she whispered, her need dripping into her voice.
He once more swung her effortlessly into his arms and crossed the threshold of their home, indulging in some of the human customs of newly wed couples. But as he walked up the winding stairs to the second story and walked to their large bedroom in the original cottage, he smirked. They were anything but newly weds. They were anything but traditional. He had melted into her room, driven by his emotions to slate his desires she had aroused from deep down inside he was never sure where they came from, and had taken her sex into his mouth, ready to be satisfied and be done with the human. But she had a way of getting him back into her presence, demanding he not leave her alone, answer her emotions with his, and ended up taking her body the same week. And for the past nine months he had driven his cock into her willing body, four of those actively trying to get her pregnant.
"My sweet Mey-Rin," he whispered, lighting all the lamps and candles in the room with a flick of his wrist. "We have eight months before our year is up and we explore other options, so please, my lover, be patient. I told you it could take longer because our bodies were not meant to be compatible easily. But," he stroked her hair and kissed her lightly, pushing her into the mattress with his body, "it can - and will - happen."
"I'm sorry all I seem to talk about is getting pregnant," she said suddenly rolling away under him and clenched her stomach. "I just want you so badly to be happy."
He grabbed her right shoulder and pushed her back to face him. "My dear, you made me happy when you asked me to stay in your room that first night. And when you boldly took my cock the next day. And willingly asked me to make love to you in the hall and submitted to my lessons." He sat up and looked down at his still clothed bride. "My emotions were turned on because of you. I had mindlessly soaked up humanity, but not indulged beyond satisfying my own pleasures. You demanded I also answer my needs, beyond the demonic, purely sexual ones. You demanded I open up and talk. You held me captive by laying on me and staring into my eyes as we discussed how we felt. For the first time I felt - feel - raw and emotional. My sweet assassin, you made me do that. You made me love a human more than I could ever dream I could even love."
She cut him off with a deep kiss and reached up and undid his shirt. "Make love to your wife," she said, huskily.
"Yes, my lady," he responded, his eyes flashing. And in a single flick of his wrist, he plunged he and his lover back into the darkness that had began their journey.
He smiled and slid his fingers deeper into her folds. Drawing out the wetness and flicked his tongue back over her sex.
"OH GODS!"
"Scream my name," he said, losing himself as he plunged in and began the process of drawing out the first of many honeymoon blissful orgasms.
"SE…SE… SEBASTIAN!"
