Ciel growled in frustration. She found this 'menstruation' thing to be very inconvenient. For one thing, she was more sullen and proud than usual, irrationally so. For another thing her lower abdomen hurt like bloody hell, and quite literally at that. It distracted her from the work she was trying to accomplish.
She had Mei Rin follow her around right next to Sebastian when they weren't busy. Naturally, the maid flushed at the idea of being so close to Sebastian, but attempted with the best of her ability to focus on serving the young mistress.
Mei Rin didn't quite understand why Ciel insisted on being referred to as a male all the time. Sure, she understood that it kept up the Phantomhive's reputation, but she thought that it wasn't good for her not to like dresses at all and to prefer boyish activities such as fencing and hunting, and even dancing the male's part of all the dances rather than the female's. She knew that her mistress could seduce a grown man: she was just that attractive, but she was self-concious when it came to the girly side of herself. That was probably why, Mei Rin concluded, that she chooses to ignore the excruciating pain that came with menstruation. She can't accept the fact that she's really a girl, so she turns her back on it.
Mei Rin sighed and looked with concern at the squirming figure. The maid had padded her mistress' undergarments, explaining that the blood would seep through. Ciel had been thoughrouly horrified and disgusted at this turn of events. She complained that the padding felt weird and implied questions she was too embarrassed to ask directly. One of them was if she had to go through this for the rest of her life, or was it a one time thing.
"Oh, no. This is usually monthly, unless, like in rare cases, you're an irregular, yes."
More groaning. She then mentioned that it was unhygenic to keep something like that for the whole day.
"No, Young Mis- I mean Master. We will change it at least twice a day."
Ciel's eye twitched in annoyance.
"This is such a pain in the ass. What do you do to make the pain go away? I can't focus on work!"
"Well, usually, I wrap a hot towel around my abdomen, and the pain lessens a bit, but I really think that you should rest -" Mei Rin had started to say, before realizing that the young girl was not listening and had already ordered Sebastian to go heat a towel. She sighed quietly and adjusted her glasses. She didn't think that the Young Mistress would listen.
Later that day, Ciel had settled into a more comfortable pace of work. The pain didn't hurt as much, she thought to herself, while her eye skimmed her report to the Queen twice. She decided that it was fine then grabbed an envelope and proceeded to carefully place it inside then seal it. She tossed it on the top of her 'Done' pile and sighed in relief when she realized that she was finally done for the day.
She slumped in her seat. She was pretty tired, and Sebastian had yet to call her to dinner, so she figured it wouldn't hurt if she slept for a while...
The red eyed demon knocked on his master's study and frowned when no one answered right away. Excusing himself, he pushed the door open to find the young girl leaning on one arm, fast asleep.
"Really, at least call me if you felt like sleeping," he told the dozing form quietly. He swiftly picked her up and carried her to her bed where he gently laid her down. Almost affectionately, he smoothened her bangs and tucked a curl of her short black locks behind her ear. Ciel almost smiled in her sleep, then turned and muttered something inaudible.
Sebastian smiled that inhumanely calm yet cold smile of his before blowing out the candles.
Ciel felt rested. More rested than she ever had in a while. Instead of dreaming of fire, she dreamt of cool water, and had even felt like she had been floating. It was a peaceful dream, given the painful, not to mention uncomfortable, feelings she had to go through for the past few days.
She sleepily opened her eyes and realized that it was still dark. Rubbing her eyes, she yawned and glanced at the clock, noting that there was at least two hours before Sebastian usually woke her up. She shifted, and realized that she was in her nightclothes. Wide awake now, she sat up with a start, wondering when she had been given a bath and changed.
I'm pretty sure I fell asleep in the study... Fully clothed and without having eaten dinner yet... And yet, I'm in bed, and not even a tad hungry. What happened?
"Sebas-tian," she croaked out weakly. Her butler immediately knocked softly on the door and pushed it open.
"What is it that troubles you so early in the morning, My Lord?" Sebastian bowed, stressing the 'early' part.
Ignoring the fact that she was up at an unholy hour, Ciel sat up properly and gestured for a glass of water.
"Certainly, My Lord." As quick a heartbeatn Sebastian disappeared and reappeared with a glass of cool water and handed it over to the parched girl. Ciel accepted it and almost sighed with relief at the refreshing liquid trickling down her throat. She drained the glass quickly.
Sebastian noticed it all. That smooth, slender throat, with the small bump rising and falling. Her nightclothes had slipped down a bit, revealing her collarbone and tempting Sebastian very, very much. He tried hard not to stare, but his eyes seemed to have a mind of its own. She looked delicious now, especially in the vulnerable state she was in. He especially loved that time when she practically stepped on his face, accusing him of nearly gobbling her up.
"...Sebastian! Listen to me when I speak!" Ciel looked down at her kneeling butler. She didn't miss that gaze of lust and restrained temptation. Admittedly, it made her a tad uncomfortable, but she knew from experience not to show it.
Smiling smugly at him at having caught himred-handed, she continued. "Were you thinking of eating me again, Sebastian? Know your place, you filthy demon."
Yes. Exactly like these moments. But you make it almost too tempting for me to bear, Ciel Phantomhive.
A seemingly innocent smile, like that of a child with his hand in a cookie jar, saying that he hadn't seen a cookie the entire day. Faux.
"Of course, not, My Lord."
I feel a bit proud of myself because this is over a thousand words; the longest I've ever written. But I'm also a bit depressed because I still have no idea where this is going. But I like writing Ciel (although I'm not sure if I completely captured the personality). Please review! All writers appreciate feedback.
-sentimentalbecausewhynot