Holly

His lips were so soft as the moved against hers, practically stealing away her breath. Fire ignited deep within her, and for a split second, something primal ignited with it.

I want him.

The voice rang loudly in her thoughts, shaking her to the core as butterflies and liquid fire rushed through her veins. She reached out, pulling him closer to her by tangling her fingers in his thick, luscious hair.

She felt his arms wrap around her waist, lifting her up and out of the tub, pressing his body against hers. Holly ran her hands over his shoulders, feeling the muscles flex beneath the fabric of his shirt. That primal voice in her head took over at that second.

She snarled softly against his lips, making him pull back in surprised.

She gazed at him with heady eyes, his glowing pink ones reflecting her emotion back. A wicked smile grew on those lips of his and he pulled her close, turning and walking into her bedchamber.

As he walked, she began unbuttoning his vest and shirt, ready to rip them off. Her hands slipped beneath the fabric, exploring the cool flesh beneath. His muscles rippled when she touched him, a shiver running through his body.

"Sebastian…" His name escaped her lips in a soft plea for pleasure.

Sebastian

That's what pushed him over the edge.

He laid her down on the bed, legs dangling off the edge. He got down on his knees, hoisting her legs over his shoulders. He could practically smell her lust from her.

Very gently, he pressed kisses along her inner thigh, occasionally nipping lightly.

"Sebastian?" her voice spoke softly, uncertainly. Her legs tensed up slightly and he could tell that she was nervous. With a wicked smile, he leaned over, his lips gently brushing across hers. "Trust me, my flower." He whispered softly, voice smooth.

She hesitated, and then nodded.

He smiled widely, and then slid back down between her legs. He kissed his way to her core, light brown curls covering the delicate area. Slowly, he ran his fingertips across her entrance, smiling at the wetness and her as she inhaled sharply.

Ever so softly, he gently parted her swollen folds, the tip of his tongue darting out to lick away the glistening liquid that he found there. Occasionally, he would nip at her clitoris, enticing decadent moans from the lovely lips of hers.

After a bit of teasing, he slipped one long finger inside her, smiling wickedly as she moaned loudly, no doubt sensitive, and her inner muscles tightened around his finger. Without warning, he curled his finger into a claw, pressing against her g spot, the slipped another finger inside her.

Slowly at first, he could tell she was a virgin by her reactions; he began to pleasure her with his fingers, occasionally slipping down to lick away any delectable fluids.

Holly

Oh god… This feels so good!

Her inner voice was singing with pleasure but all these new sensations were driving her mad.

"Se—Sebastian… "She moaned softly, hands curling, nails digging into the bed sheets beneath her.

He glanced up, licking his lips, and then smiled evilly at her. "Yes, my lovely?"

She suddenly had an overwhelming sense of déjà vu. Her dream came flooding back to her. He had spoken the same thing to her in her dream the night earlier. Suddenly, she sat up, causing Sebastian to step back in surprise.

"I—I can't do this…"

Sebastian frowned. "My lady?"

She shook her head. "No, I can't do this…"

Ciel

Ciel sighed in frustration. Why did Sebastian have to be so goddamn difficult? He didn't have to break William's glasses just because it annoyed him and then storm out to make sure his new mistress was alright.

Rolling his eyes, he went over to his desk, sitting down. With a 'huff' he pinched the bridge of his nose.

The Marquis of Marseilles didn't have a soul when he died.

It didn't make any sense to Ciel. The only way that the Marquis couldn't have had a soul was if he was a demon. And he wasn't! He had been wholly and completely human when Ciel had greeted him the previous morning.

Unless the soul was stolen before the reapers were able to get to the body and that was a near impossible in itself.

With another sigh, Ciel stood. He would go talk Lady Holly about this.

He crossed the office, opening the door and closing it behind him with a soft click, the automatically locks kicking in. He walked casually down the corridor, even though he felt anything but casual.

It was then that his demon ears caught the sound of pleasure.

Frozen in place, he listened closer.

It was very obvious that it was Lady Holly moaning. He quietly walked toward her door, pressing his ear against it.

The blood in his veins turned to ice when he heard the conversation occurring.

Holly

"I just can't Sebastian," her voice was sad and tired, pulling away from Sebastian to tuck her knees against her chest. Her gaze was locked on the end of the bed, refusing to meet Sebastian's pleading eyes.

"My lady, what's wrong? Did I do something that not pleased you?"

She laughed harshly. "No. That was amazing. But I'm just not ready Sebastian…"

He stood and bowed, once again formal despite having his shirt undone and the remnants of a hard on still visible. "Would you like to finish your bath?"

She nodded. "But I can do it myself…"

Sebastian's eyes flashed with pain but he bowed low. "Of course, my lady."

In a flash, he redressed. Once again the formal, perfect butler.

"I bid leave."

Those words seemed to have such finality that Holly had to look away so Sebastian didn't see the hot tears burning in her eyes.

Author's Note: Read and Review everyone! Thanks to those who followed me even though I didn't update at all during the summer! Much love! 3