The next two monthlies were met with disappointment, but Sebastian was able to have his lover in his arms, sharing the moment together. Two more months and it would be time for them to decide - go to Hell and have Mey-Rin ripped open, or continue trying to convert her with his seed. The winter cold swept into Phantomhive manor early and the lovers found their heated sex was even more amazing as they slowly burned the snow around them. Sebastian had reminded her of how much she loved when he had turned the room into a snow storm when they were secretly seeing each other, no thoughts of a future beyond the satisfying needs of the other.

Mey-Rin held on to his shoulders and bounced on his cock. His hands were on her hips. He grunted a bit and let his seed flow into her once more fertile womb. They had consulted books and ancient scrolls that documented demon and human relations, trying the Karma Sutra and even herbs. They had settled into the long and loving sessions that Sebastian lavished on her body and Mey-Rin's cries of ecstasy convinced him they were at least slating their sexual needs, even if they weren't getting pregnant.

"Sebastian," she moaned.

He held her naked body to his and finished feeding her body his seed, and letting her ride the high of the on and off, three hour sex marathon they had. Their young master had let them go early because of the very snow storm they were making love in. They had sped to their home, and Sebastian had quickly sped to devest his lover of all her clothes and take her quick and deep against the outside walls of their two story home, ready and willing to take the child, and any children they managed to make thereafter, into it's walls and cherish the family the lovers wanted to make. Slowly he took her off his cock, feeling the cold and walked them into their home, now filled with about a dozen tiny curled up cats, scattered around the home, and clustered around the fireplace and the oven.

Mey-Rin stilled and turned toward Sebastian. "What are we doing for Christmas?"

"I was going to dress up and then let you undress me," he said hotly, kissing her naked shoulder.

"No, I mean, for the young master. This is his last birthday as a single… teenager. In three months he and Lady Elizabeth will be married."

He sighed and stood behind her, his hands on her waist and hips. He knew his master was becoming worried. He wanted answers, peace from his past, a real future with his wife, and as he had said only once, in a whisper, he wanted to be happy like Mey-Rin and he was. He wanted to have a family that would be able to use all the things he had built up as he investigated, he wanted to pass the position of the Queen's Watchdog on to his child, like his father had done, before the young boy was even ready. Ciel wanted to live and live life with the pain gone. Sebastian sighed, none of it would be easy, and as he slipped his arms around his own happiness, his own reason to be eternal, he had assured his young master that it was worth it.

"I had thought to take him to special place before now. To," he paused and sighed. His lover knew more than anyone not under a demon contract. "To see where his soul will be consumed one day."

"How awful," she said, turning. "That's not a gift at all. Not one to give before you are about to be married and live a human life, at least."

Sebastian at least looked like he agreed.

"I haven't thought of anything beyond that."

"Perhaps we should get some plans," she said, kissing him slowly. "We have so much to thank him for. He deserves to have a great Christmas."

Sebastian took her in his arms and walked them to their bedroom, reluctant to have to find some clothes. Mey-Rin would never be able to become pregnant if he let her die due to hypothermia. They dressed and discussed their day, the normal coming and goings of of the manor. They kissed and lightly touched, nothing much more than just the grounding of each other, as they moved around their own house, doing some chores they had neglected.

"Perhaps a gift of a cruise?" Mey-Rin finally suggested as they cleaned up after dinner. Only she ate, but Sebastian still cleaned the dishes and made sure the meals were beautifully crafted.

"Over Christmas?"

"Something different. Without us."

Sebastian turned as he replaced the cup in the shelf above. "Without us?" he bit his lip. "I don't know about that. The very least I go with him."

"My dear, if you went, how much of a vacation away would it be?"

"But anything can happen."

"He will be a married man soon. I think he and Lady Elizabeth would appreciate a little alone time." She smiled and slid into him, her fingers tracing his hard chest through the shirt. "I know I do."

"So we send the young master on a cruise - alone - and in turn we get more alone time?"

She shrugged. "And Bard and Finny as well. Oh! Speaking of, Bard may have a new love interest!"

"Oh good, about time," he grumbled as he dried the dish she handed. "I was thinking I would have to take him back to the range and show him how well I execute."

"Sebastian," she scolded and then smiled. "You are so adorable when you are jealous."

"So who is Baldroy sweet on?"

"You remember the shepherd who came by a few weeks ago, asking the young master for access to a larger parcel of land in the spring? He has a daughter. Unmarried," she added.

"Ah, good, he is learning."

She swatted him and he slid his arms around her and twirled her around the kitchen. "She is a widow, has a child. Bard is taking them over the weekend to London to see a play."

"Perhaps I should give him a culture lesson."

"No, my dear, I am the only one who gets extra lessons," she said, looking up at him from under her eyelashes.

He felt his cock harden and licked his lips. "Yes, mistress."

They shared the bed as every night, passionately and with the air thick of each of their needs being satisfied. Sebastian bend her over the bed and finished once more deep into her body, as the moon dipped lower. He didn't need sleep but his human lover did, and he healed her of their excessive bruises, and curled her up into his body, protectively, possessively letting her fall fast asleep, his hand over the stomach, still, as was every night for the past two months.

Hey my lovely people! Thanks for the reviews, and the views! I know the tone of this one is a bit more intense in the feels at times, dealing with some hard-hitting issues of wanting a baby so badly... It was a difficult thread to pick up, but I think there needs to be more talk about such issues... even if it is in the non-RL... we all deal with disappointment and I think that was what Sebastian and Mey-Rin were really trying to tell me while I was writing this... Anyhow... A silver lining is that we get some smutty moments! Til next chap!