So Aservis Roturier had asked for some interesting pairings... so I had to include one of them here. It's not Mey-Rin x Sebastian, rather Sebastian and a lesser character... Nina Hopkins. Shall we see how that one bakes up? *sips tea* And of course, if you, dear reader, would like a dessert or meal combo, please, let me know. Even the best cooks need to branch out from time to time.

Rum Cake

Sebastian shook his head as he was once more raked over by Nina Hopkins, the London taylor even Ciel Phantomhive, Earl and head of the Phantomhive Manor, agreed was rather unreasonable at times. He looked over the petite woman and took in how she was jabbing her finger into his chest, as if she was meaning to poke a hole in his suit. He looked down with distain now coming to settle over his face. He would have brushed her finger off, but his master needed to be measured for the Queen's ceremony. The woman was rather working on his nerves.

"Amateur! You claim you have taste and refinement! Ah! Not so much when I am the expert! You back off, Mr. Hardhead! I am the creator here! Absurd coloring such as gold and creame and then blue! Purple and whites with dots! HA!"

He looked from her finger to her brown eyes, alive with more emotion he cared to decode. "I wish to then take Mey-Rin with me. I do not think it is proper to have her in the presence of the master as he is trying on a new outfit."

"Oh … you think I will take her?"

Sebastian didn't miss the double meaning and cooly looked her up and down. "No, I am afraid she will take you down." He made sure there was no sexual meaning in the words. He looked past Mey-Rin and saw she was sheepishly walking towards him. "Do you wish to stay?" he asked her.

She looked up at him and turned to Nina. She shook her head and moved past him. Sebastian took in Nina once more.

"If you hurt my master…."

"Oh you think I would do anything to such a fine specimen?"

He met Ciel's gaze over Nina's shortness and matched the frown he saw. "Only because my master requests it, I will leave," he growled as he looked back at Nina. "I shall be outside the door."

"I wouldn't think you were going anywhere else," she said. She turned and threw over her shoulder, "all good dogs wait for their masters."

Ciel stiffened and jerked his head towards the door, drilling into Sebastian's quickly raged filled eyes. Sebastian nodded stiffly, acknowledging the silent order and stalked out the door. He rounded the corner and found Mey-Rin, her glasses in her hair, leaning against the brick building. The day was warm but she wore a light sweater nonetheless over her usual uniform.

"She knows how to get under your skin," she commented. "Bard and Finny went to the market. Figured the Master and Ms. Hopkins would be a while." She pushed off the wall and closed the gap between them. "Maybe we could talk?"

"About?"

Her face fell and she turned slightly. "About last month. It was…." She stilled and looked up at him and then away. "Never mind." She sighed and reached for her glasses.

His hand wrapped around her delicate wrist as he had done several times over the last month, some in very sexual ways, some in simply making her still. Now it was a bit of both. He looked at Mey-Rin as she turned her brown eyes up at him. "I am sorry I haven't been able to sample much sweets over the past few weeks."

She looked back, looked at where his gloved fingers curled around her flesh. She sighed and slowly looked up at him. "I have missed you."

"I wish to hold you like we did the last time," he said, pulling her slightly closer. "I enjoyed our mornings feed, and that quick nip we got in the pantry. My lips were on fire for hours after that."

She smiled and turned back to him, craning her neck. "Mister Sebastian?"

He blinked and a slight smiled tugged at his lips. "Yes, Mey-Rin?"

"Did I scare you?"

"Scare me? What ever do you mean?" He lifted his other hand and brushed it across her cheek, smiling wider as her eyes fluttered and she leaned into it. "You could never scare me. Rather I am the one who should be worried about being scary."

"Nonsense," she muttered. "I was merely wondering if I was rather forward, rather presuming too much when I asked -"

"For me to make love to you?" he finished. Her eyes were shining, a bit of tears hinting at the edges, as she nodded. "No my Sponge Cake. Like I said, I want a third time in your arms. Kissing your lips, your breasts, taking my fill of creame. Feeding you mine. And then," he paused and leaned nearer to her face, "we will make a delicious sweet neither of us could imagine, I am sure."

Mey-Rin glanced around quickly and then drew his face down to hers and kissed him. "You speak as if you are not sure how we would make this fine new dessert." She pulled back further and looked him up and down. "You certainly can't be serving Eclairs like yours and not know how to make other things with that creame."

He chuckled. "No, I am experienced in dessert making. And I am rather glad to find such a bold dessert taster and maker as well."

She kissed him again and pulled back as they heard the front door bell jingle. "Find me soon?"

"Of course."

"Oh good, you two haven't ventured far," Ciel's voice came as he rounded the corner and found them standing a foot apart. "That woman needs you, Sebastian."

Sebastian glanced at Mey-Rin and saw her blush and turn. They knew that she was not woman who their master was referring too, but it fit as well. Sebastian pulled Mey-Rin's sweater a bit more onto her shoulder and licked his lips as her blush deepened. She was so bold a moment before, in her room, in his room, in their private moments, but now, a meek Maid. He smiled and turned to their master.

"What is it she requires?"

"She didn't say. Just said she needed you. She said she needed a few minutes to ready herself, but" Ciel looked at him and shrugged his shoulders. "Be quick about it. I am tired."

"Yes, my Lord."

And he walked back into the taylor shop and was hit by the overwhelming smell of perfumed scents and fabric dyes. He glanced around. "Ms. Hopkins?"

He didn't hear anything but a small noise from the back. He took a step forward and a new smell washed over him. He smirked. Did the taylor really need him? She seemed to be doing fine. He straightened and let his nature take over. He walked straight past the small changing partition and the table where the fabric and drawings for the new clothes she was going to make for his Master, sat. He glanced at one and smirked; he would never see Ciel wearing the high slitted pants with bows on the side, closing the openings that went clear to his hips. He glanced back at the back room, the noise a bit clearer. She was making the Earl a tasty meal for some predator. He took a stride and stopped. He was very much a predator, and the smells of the shop were changing subtly and he smirked. He undid his coat and laid it on the table and rolled up his sleeves, pinning them so they would not move.

He pulled the curtain back quietly and took in the back of Nina Hopkins, the arrogant, boy- and woman-loving taylor who readily ignored him in favor for brushing into Mey-Rin's figure, or letting her fingers linger a bit too long on Ciel's cheeks. He stepped behind her and watched as she hunched over and let out a moan.

"Perhaps you need something more… solid," he said, now standing behind her. His hands steadied her as she jerked up, her head snapping to the right and bumped back into him. Her hands flew up and her skirt sank back down, and there was still the unmistakable smell of sex in the air.

"My word!" she gasped. She tried to turn but she was held fast to the spot by Sebastian's firm grip. "I didn't expect you to actually come in and talk to me." Her eyes flashed suddenly, "I told him I needed a moment! How dare he send you in now! I needed... well... a few more moments. Alone."

He smirked and met her glance. "I can see that."

"Let me go!"

"No."

She twisted and looked at him. "You are not to be back here, and must wait outside. I demand-"

"You demand release. You need release after your torturous brushes against something you can never have."

She pushed her delicate frames up higher on her nose and closed her mouth into a hard line. "You know nothing of anything. You prance around with the Earl because he is the Earl and makes you look important!"

His right hand shot from her hip to her chin and roughly pushed her to tilt her head back higher. "You are the one that knows nothing. The Earl could find another taylor to patron, but for some god-forbiden reason, he chose you. And keeps choosing you. You should be thankful for the Earl's presence. And that I keep allowing that," he added as he leaned closer to you. "Now, about that nasty lust you were working out."

"I don't need you." Nina turned and found it hard to maneuver anywhere. She was against the table, Sebastian at her back, his left hand clinging to her hip and his right hand now drifting to her breasts. "Leave me to my own pleasures!"

"No."

She stilled.

His hand slipped into the crevice between her legs, her short skirt barely hiding her pant-clad legs. "So unbecoming of a woman of your stature to be taking things into your own… hands."

"Bastard."

"Bitch."

She pushed back and whirled around, her left hand striking his face. He was stunned and raised his hand in shock, feeling the warmth from the blow, the slight broken blood vessels under his skin coloring his cheek. "You arrogant asshole!"

"As you have mentioned before." He looked over her and slowly smiled. "And yet you make no more moves to leave me. You want something I am willing to give?"

Her breathing stilled. She shook her head and he watched as her eyes widened and then her face flushed. "Leave me," she said in a quieter voice.

"Ms. Hopkins, I could not leave without at least offering some of my special talents. You tell me I have no taste and lack refinement, however, I think I can give you something that could satisfy even your harshest critic of me."

She looked at him and a delicately curved eyebrow went up. He smirked. She placed her hands on the table and leaned back, distancing them a bit. He shuffled forward and laid his hands on hers. "I have high standards."

"As do I."

"I don't take… men."

"No, I never thought you did. But, I can assure you," he added as he flicked a button off her bodice, "you will not look at me as an amateur when I am done."

She looked down at the opening top. Her eyes went back to his and her mouth turned hard again. She stopped his hand from moving and narrowed her eyes at him. "Fuck, I need rum."

He smiled and flicked another button off and nodded. "I could use some cool refreshment as well."

She pushed him a bit with her body, her shoulder hitting his arm, a dangerous gleaming in her eyes, and he backed off a step, watching as she undid the rest of her bodice, freeing her top, and revealing a simple, lacy camisole. She walked to the cabinet and opened it. She untucked the camisole as she took out the rum bottle and turned around and eyed him. "You seem pretty sure you can prove me wrong. I hate men who are arrogant."

"Yet you still like dressing and working for the Earl."

She smiled and drank another sip. "His body is perfection. You? You may have been sculpted by the Hand of God himself but that attitude! As if you know everything! Ha!"

"I can assure you, I was not sculpted by Him, but I do know more then you think I do. Such as a way to make you welcome me into your body."

She scoffed but walked slowly back towards him, her hips swinging and the bottle sloshing a bit. She eyed him and shook her head as if she was feeling pity for him. "A man. A simple, dull, man."

"Not simple, and certainly not dull," Sebastian said as he guided her back to stand before him, closing her off once more. "And I will tell you I will never do this again. Even if you beg." He leaned down and kissed her lips, wiping off the traces amounts of rum that clung to her lips with his tongue in quick, darting movements. "And you will beg. You will beg for your rum to flow and me to churn out your cake."

"I don't think I will ever beg for rum cake," Nina said, placing the bottle down with slight force. "But, because you are so hardheaded, why not try?"

He smiled wider. "My delight."

He did not touch her top again, but instead reached under her shirt and undid her pants, He pulled them back and she merely stood still, hands gripping the table and her legs apart. He smiled as he knelt; she was turned on by whatever this was to her. To him it was a lesson. A punishment. A reminder. Never, ever, underestimate him. He looked at her exposed sex and licked his lips. He wasn't shy and dove in, licking her from bottom to top, pausing before he got to her sensitive parts. She smelled and tasted different, and he felt his mind go back to when he was with Mey-Rin. He closed his eyes and licked this body, simply to do so, and thought about how he would do the same to his beloved Maid, so eager, so ready, so willing.

"Oh!"

Sebastian felt the flooding of Nina's juices and he smiled as he lapped and sucked faster, pulling her juices out faster as well. He pulled back and licked his lips. "A nice start."

"A start?" Nina looked down at him with shock in her eyes. "No. That was enough. Go."

"No. I am not done. You will remember never to question my knowledge on things again. And I have to prove I can make your body open wide and take me. All of me even." He stood and unzipped his pants, pushing down his undergarments as he pushed the black fabric down his legs. He took in how Nina was squeezing the table and then looked from his cock, ready and firm, to his face.

"You can measure fabric with that."

"Yes, you can. A quarter of a yard at a time." Her mouth went open slightly and he grabbed her head and yanked it back. "Oh, a mouth and throat to gauge…. Perhaps if there is time," he muttered and let his other hand slide back between her legs.

"Miste… Mis… oh…" Nina's head went back and she gasped for breath as he pulled another orgasm from her. She sat up and looked at him in the eye. "Are you fucking me or toying with me? Because only an asshole who knows nothing, will talk and not do anything."

"Sit on the table. This is your reminder I do not toy when it comes to someone questioning my intelligence and then is found moaning over my charges."

She sat on the table and opened her legs, her eyes now bright with desire. "Fuck me."

"I don't really do well with commands," he growled, his cock slipping up and down her sex. "I rather just show you what I can do." And he sank his cock into her, holding her head back as he leaned over and sucked on her neck, biting and licking it as his hips ruthlessly moved, sending her into orgasm after orgasm. He closed his eyes and pulled her body, now limp from convolutions, to his chest. "Oh you wish to have a woman in your folds, but feel the power of a man. A man who is better than your lovers. A man who can make you do anything if he desired to."

"Oh…oh…. Please… again!"

"There… I told you, you would be begging."

"You are still an arrogant ass."

"No," he corrected as he slammed into her twice more. "I know how to fuck you to bliss, and make you undress for my pleasures. I know that because I just did."

And he let his release flood her as she came once more, hard, and passing out. "Nina Hopkins… you will not be touching Mey-Rin or Ciel Phantomhive anymore. Your only desire will be to touch me, and I will not let you."

He slipped out and laid her on the table, their juices flowing on the fabric laid out. He smirked. He took a swig from the rum bottle and kissed her shining sex after he licked his lips. "Ah, rum cake. I don't think I will ever have one again. Not really my taste, actually, but even so, thank you for that lovely treat." He dressed and was halfway across her shop when she stirred. "I'll see myself out," he called and walked bristly to the awaiting carriage, glancing at his Maid and Master as they looked out the window.

"What did she want?"

"Proof that I wasn't lying about how much I knew, my lord," he said swiftly and climbed into the top box and steered the horses to the market Bard and Finny were shopping at.