Disclaimer: Wait, there's a disclaimer? Oh yeah I don't own Kuroshitsuji, that disclaimer. Lol

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I can't help but jump in anticipation as I stand beside our apartment door, waiting for Sebastian. I see he's making no effort in changing his walking pace. I would just walk in and wait for him inside, but he's the only one that has the key to this apartment. And he knows I'm always eager to get this thing started. And what's worse, whenever I complain to him about being too slow, he apologizes and blames it on eating too much during dinner.

What a load of crap.

"Took you long enough." I snap as he places the key into the door knob.

"I'm sorry; I must have eaten too much tonight." I sigh, rolling my eyes as he opens the door and enters. I follow him into our apartment, taking off my shoes before sinking into our black coach in our living room. I watch Sebastian as he takes our duffle bags and places them inside our room. "Ready?" he asks while leaning against the door. I nod, rising to my feet. "Whose fantasy should we do?" he asks when I reach him.

Let me say this right now, we do not take turns. We don't do my fantasy one week, and Sebastian's the next. That would get rather dull, rather quick. Instead, we play a game to determine which fantasy we do. And we have a lot of games to choose from. Like, 'Whoever can get the other to blush first wins!' but the odds aren't exactly in my favor when we do that. The only thing that will get that man to blush is if I wear cat ears or anything cat related.

Damn that man and his cat fetishes.

"I know." I head towards the kitchen, open the freezer door, and retrieve a piece of ice. I see Sebastian's eyes light up as I return to him with an ice cube in hand.

This game is one of my personal favorites, as well as Sebastian's. The game is called, "Iceberg to River", and the rules for this are simple. The person who retrieves the ice is the one who places the cube in their mouth first. They keep the cube in their mouth until the designated time, which is determined by the person who retrieves the ice, is up. Then they pass it, mouth to mouth, to the next person, and they keep it in their mouth until the time is up. The goal of this game is to melt the ice as much as you can in the time period. Until there's nothing but water in your mouth, if there's no ice of any size, you win. And if the ice melts inside your mouth when time runs out, you still pass it to your opponent and you lose. I know the rules may seem unfair and complicated, but I created this game and I get a better chance of winning at this than trying to make that man blush.

"How long?" he asks me as we walk into our room and sit down on our bed.

"Five seconds." I say, the ice is starting to melt. "And Go!" I plop the ice cube into my mouth. I shudder at the cold sensation. But I swish it in my mouth as fast as I could, despite the fact I'm starting to get a migraine.

"That's longer than five seconds." he scolds, his lips open and centimeters from mine. I roll my eyes for the second time that night, leaning forward and pass the ice cube into his mouth; little droplets of water get placed on the side of his lips. He closes his mouth, and I can hear the water and ice swishing inside his cavern.

"You're counting a lot faster than a second truly is." I say, opening my mouth wider so it can be placed inside over and over again until the ice melts and one of us is claimed the winner.

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Things are really starting to heat up. The ice is nearly melted when Sebastian passes it into my mouth. I don't do anything, I remain perfectly still until the time is up and it's transported into his mouth. With a smug on his face, he swallows the water. Saying, "I win." triumphantly and a smirk forming onto his lips, "There was nothing but water, and saliva, left."

"You could have swallowed it." I say to him.

"I highly doubt that happened." he replies. I pout , I won't see Sebastian in an officer uniform tonight.

"Hey," he says with comfort in his tone, "Don't pout like that. It will make your master very upset."

"Master?" my voice is filled with confusion.

What's going on here? What's this man up to?

"That's right." he purrs while cupping my chin with his hand. "That is my fantasy for this evening. Me as a perverted master, and you as my servant."

Sebastian has selected many different fantasies during our relationship. He once made us dress up as pirates, and he pillaged my body in search for my 'hidden treasure'. Another time we acted like newlyweds, and this was our honeymoon night. He wore a simple black tux, while I was slipped into a long white dress. I didn't mind. I looked pretty damn hot in that dress.

But my favorite, my absolute favorite, was when he started fantasizing about fucking me in his office at work. When we finished our game, Sebastian told me he's always wanted to see how I'd react to being bent over is work desk and fucked mercilessly. I remember just the very thought before we left sent shudders down my back. And when we arrived to the studio, everyone had left. So we entered the studio, and headed into his office. I had my clothes off, and bare chest pressed against his desk immediately. That was a blissful night.

I nod, my eyes flicking in anticipation, adrenaline rushing into my veins. He smirks at me as he rises to his feet, and makes his way to his bag. But he doesn't stop when he grabs it, instead he continued to walk and he exited the room with his bag. Abandoning me at such an early state in our game.

Sebastian alone has done a lot of weird things in the past, but this one, by far, is one of the most bizarre acts I've ever seen him do. This beats the time when he made me dress up as a cat. And I don't mean naked body, cat ears, and cat tail. I'm talking about a complete cat suit. Head, body, everything, all one big, black furred suit. ~ Lucky for me the costume zipper started at the tail and ran up the front. He made me strip of all my clothes, made me get inside that suit, and unzipped it until my backside, and only my backside, was uncovered. It was so hot! Sweat pouring down my body, my breathing getting ragged and tangled with his. And just so you know, I'm not talking about the sex. I'm talking about being in the fucking suit during sex! Worst part of it was, I had to act like a cat the entire time! Which meant I could only purr and meow during this. And he got pissed off at me because I moaned a few times, instead of purring or meowing. I'd like to see him try to only purr and meow when there's a giant cock ramming inside him and slamming against his prostate!

But now my eyes widen, my jaw falls open slightly, my head shaking, listening to the sounds of items moving into somewhere franticly. My guess is Sebastian's putting kitchen items into his bag, but more importantly...I'm wondering...why is he doing it? I don't wait too long before the bedroom door opens again, and Sebastian enters with a smug expression on his face.

"Here, put this on." he says while placing a uniform onto the bed. I rise to my feet and turn so I can get a better look at what I have to get into.

It's-it's a maid's outfit! Short and black, covered with laces, black knee-high stockings. A pair of cat ears? Well, this is Sebastian after all. But what I don't get is why do I have to look like a maid when I'm supposed to act like a servant? Why couldn't I be his butler? If this were my fantasy, Sebastian would be my butler, but he'd be serving me in close to nothing. As I begin to strip off my clothing, I detect breathing getting softer. I look over my shoulders, Sebastian is staring at me, he's barely breathing, and his eyes are glowing full of lust in anticipation. I turn around so I can continue changing. Slipping into my dress casually before facing Sebastian. He signals me to come sit beside him on our bed. And that's when he says, "Action."

And this is when I say, this story has gone from OOC to really OOC. But the best is soon to come, I promise! So please, continue reading my story. Also, review! I absolutely love hearing everyone's opinion.