Scarlet Sins
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Their bodies were tangled together when the glowing rays of the afternoon sun peeked into Madame Red's bedroom. Fingers laced, blankets draped around their waists and legs, the heavy scent of perfume and sex hung in the air.
Grell opened his eyes slowly, the intense transition from night to day a little to quick for him. Still a shinigami, he brought the blankets up to keep his beloved Lady warm. There was a brief minute where he wished the body he just made love with and drew the blanket to keep over was the demon butler he longed loved since before he could remember. However, he dismissed the thought reluctantly. He loved Madame Red, Angelina. He fell in love with a woman. Who would have thunk it!
However, there was this thought that haunted his mind, even to this moment:
'Sebastian...we could have made beautiful babies, passionate love every night, gentle warmth in each other's arms, soft kisses, an unprecedented romance. But...you....you...'
His thoughts were suddenly cut off when he noticed his Lady stir. Her eyes fluttered open, like Sleeping Beauty awakening after a long and peaceful slumber, looking up at her Prince Charming. She smiled.
"Good morning, Angelina!" Grell squealed, casting his voice an octave higher. His voice usually sounded like this when he got exceedingly excited, usually when Sebastian caught his eye which resulted in Grell launching himself to him for a hug or kiss.
A smile was his reward. "Grell, must you be so...energetic this early in my awakening?" Madame Red asked with a silent yawn that followed shyly after. Grell's smile faded a little, but he hid it with a nuzzle to her neck.
"I apologize, but you make me feel like my heart could leap out of my chest and sing a song!" he half lied to her. "You, Angelina." Another nuzzle. He was always a cuddle-bug in the morning. Madame Red, stretching like a most elegant feline, wrapped herself in the white sheet that cradled her body last night as she was getting ravished. Goosebumps birthed up and down her arms. It was a cool morning, but sunny nonetheless.
"Grell..." she blushed, reluctantly. "Make us some breakfast. I shall take my leave to a bath."
"Grell blinked, then smiled. "Yes, My Lady." He, too, wrapped himself in a sheet, groping around for his clothes dispersed all over the floor. Madame Red quickly left the room while he was distracted, hurrying down the elongated hallway, past various paintings and creating a gust in her dash that left the curtains dancing in midair-the white sheet appearing as a ghost twirling behind her, or a bride's veil catching up to her as she dashed away with her husband into the sunset. Upon reaching the bathroom, she slammed the door, leaning against it, locking it as if for protection. Her face was flushed bright red, a perfect shade for her. Her heart was racing, a delicate difference from last night. 'Oh my...Grell, what is this feeling? Last night was just a release of loneliness...nothing special, nothing planned. Then why...can I not control this sudden urge to touch you?'
The transition frommadness into gingerly determinism is quite distinct, especially for Grell Sutcliff. His transformation from a Death God to a human took a smooth turn this time, out of fear he would be late preparing breakfast. He struggled with his clothes, allowing small, squeaks escape from his quivering lips. 'We...made love. M-Madame and I...o-oh gosh!' Grell was used to romantic and erotic escapades with his mistress on almost a nightly basis, but last night, for him, was...special. His butler's uniform was well put together, giving him a boost of confidence that he could very well make a breakfast fir to serve Queen Victoria.
The passing hours resulted in the two not talking much, just lost in their own thoughts. Grell burned the breakfast. Madame Red ate it anyway, as an appreciation from the Lady of the Household to her servant. The silence was heavy, like a hanging guillotine waiting to fall and behead one of them. Just the clicking of china and the clanking of silverware spoke between them. Grell's hand were shaking the whole meal, creating the perfect excuse as to why he continuously spilled milk while pouring it, dropped trays while carrying them, and burnt or melted practically all of the food he prepared. The blushing facade never faltered from his face, and shy glances were enough to signal to Madame Red that her butler was experiencing the side-affects of a "morning-after sex" syndrome. Madame smiled to herself. She thought Grell could be so cute sometimes.
'Sebastian...you did not want...you chose...' As Grell poured the tea, his mind was elsewhere, somewhere far, far away.
"Grell? The tea?" Madame Red insisted, which snapped Grell out of his lost thoughts.
"O-Oh, yes...c-coming, Madame!"
"Are you alright?" she asked, a rawness in her voice, a need going unfulfilled.
"Do beg my pardon, ma'am," Grell whimpered sadly. "I-I am not myself at the moment."
She blinked, titling her head back. Her eyes narrowed, as if she was studying a great painting. "How so?" With her ears open, she listened for the words she knew Grell would say.
He swallowed. Hard. "W-Well, I keep thinking of..." 'What would happen if Sebastian wanted me to love him...and me being loved in return?' "I keep thinking of you, Madame, and how happy you made me last night." His blush grew like a blooming rose bud, which in turn made Madame Red follow suite.
"Me?" She seemed surprised, taken aback almost. "You are too kind, Grell," she smiled softly. 'I did not expect that out of him, not at all.'
The tea they shared was not sweet, nor was it satisfying. The deceiving tension poisoned the tea, the elixir called twisted romance.
They needed each other to love, to survive.
Scarlet sins, loving something that will never be theirs.
TBC...
((Author's Note: Hey, everyone! Sorry this chapter is so short. I am trying to work out the plot more, but college has been keeping me exceedingly busy. Thank-you all for your comments, favorites, and support! I will keep working on this story :) Cheers!))