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I must not gloat, but I can't help the smug smirk that comes across my face when I see a perturbed Bard with his arms crossed. From the looks Sebastian and I are getting, I can only assume that they are aware of our 'fun', which means that Bard saw as well. And he must be jealous of me. He can see that I have a hold on Sebastian. I hope he is scared.

Though I don't gloat verbally, I make sure that Bard's eyes take in the view of my hand in Sebastian's. I put emphasis on how Sebastian leads me away from them, and how it is him pulling on me and not the other way around. I want everyone to notice that Sebastian wants me with him.

I must have blacked out for a second because next thing I know, my feet are lifted up from the ground. I am suspended in air until I feel my butt land. I take in my surroundings. It seems Sebastian had lifted me up onto the counter, and he is currently rummaging his freezer for something. He returns to me with a bag of frozen peas.

"Since when did you get so strong? You can lift me like I weigh nothing," I comment as he tilts my head up to place the bag onto my face.

He chuckles. "You do weigh nothing! I'm surprised you don't blow away in the wind," he jokes. I blush a little.

"It must those wet clothes that are weighing you down, Ciel. Maybe the two of you should go get change before you catch a cold," Claire says as she enters the kitchen. I nod at her suggestion. I turn back to Sebastian to see if he would move, so I could get down, but he doesn't. In fact, I think he has completely ignored his mother's advice as he stays perfectly still in front of me. Like his body, his stare is just as unwavering.

"Hey, stop it, Sebastian," I whine to him. He blinks and gives me an adorable confused look.

"Stop what?" He asks. I don't respond because from the corner of my eye, I see Serena taking pictures of Sebastian and me, which is not good because he is currently in between my legs, and he is too close to my face. These pictures will turn out perverted.

"Serena! You better delete those!" I scream at her. She smiles and waves her phone in the air.

"Not. On. Your. Life!" She emphasizes her point by taking more pictures. "I'm posting these online. Let's find out how the media will react to such a cute moment between the hottest couple in New York!"

I try to go after her, but again, Sebastian doesn't budge from his spot, making me unable to jump down from the counter. "Claire, will you please control her?" She shakes her head and laughs as she exits. Annoyed, I push Sebastian's hand away from my face. "Aren't you going to do something about her?"

Sebastian's POV

"About who?" I inquire. He glares at me, which causes me to sigh. Of course, I am not fully informed of what just happened, but I did spot my baby sister with her phone. I can only guess that is what has Ciel upset. "It's just a photo."

"Yeah. But she is going to upload them," he explains as he frowns.

"So? Are you ashamed to be seen with me?" I question hesitantly.

"NO!" He replies in a rush. "I just…want things like that to remain private. You know, just between the two of us." My heart melts from his words until it starts beating faster when he leans in and embraces me. Then he squeezes his legs around me, and I am reminded of the heat from earlier. He is making me hot again.

"Are you trying to make some private moments right now?" He looks up. His cheeks are dusted with pink. He juts his lower lip out and shakes his head no. "Well…" I start as I push back his hair. "I am." And I try to kiss him, but he evades me.

"Let's go change first before you try anything. I'm wet."

I couldn't stop the next thing that comes out of my mouth. "I make you wet, huh? Good to know."

Like I expected, he glares at me, and he shoves me away. He jumps down and stomps off to the stairs. I follow him while laughing. I will never get tired of teasing him. Not when he gives me such precious and cute reactions.

Ciel's POV

Some things never change. I'm still in love with him, and he still loves to get me angry. Stupid man. Stupid man that I love.

I don't pause for Sebastian to catch up. I just storm off to his room. Once I open his door, I start stripping from my soaked clothes. There are mirrors everywhere, so I can see how my revealed skin is affecting him as each article of cloth is tossed away. My jacket is the first to go, and it causes him to pause in his doorway. The loss of my shirt has his eyes enlarging. I stretch a little, playing it off like I am trying to warm up my body rather than what I am actually trying to do, which is to provoke him…or arouse him.

Next, I tug at my belt until it hits the floor, and then I drop my pants. His response? It happens so fast that I don't see it. I don't quite catch his movements, but honestly, why do I have to see when I can feel? Because I would rather feel his arms wrapping around my mid-section, his hips pressing against my backside, and his lips skimming up my neck than anything else.

Sebastian's POV

We haven't even had a first date, and yet…I am having trouble keeping my hands off of him. As he bares his muscular and perfect body to me, I am encased in lust. It manipulates me, and it draws me to him. I attach to him like a magnet, and maybe it is because we are opposites that I am able to stick to him and makes him unable to repel me. Whatever forces are in work, I take advantage of them.

As my lips worship his neck, I hug him closer to me. I try to keep an eye open and on a mirror in case Ciel tries to say something to me, but, at the moment, his mouth is a portal for, what I can only presume, moans.

I detach from him as I spot his growing excitement in his briefs. He turns around, and his teal eyes shimmer with arousal, causing me to vigorously kiss him. In an instant, his hands are on me, and his frantic behavior makes me think he is telling me to stop, but I am wrong. He is prying off my clothes.

He manages to get my upper body unclothed, but he struggles with the lower half. I am quick to assist him, and once we are both left in our underwear, I walk him backwards to my bed. He falls onto it, and he brings me with him, leaving me flushed against him.

I break our intense kiss, and I stare at him. To think I could be this close to him. I can't believe that I am touching him. In fact, I voice my disbelief without thought. "Is this real?"

He reaches up and cups my cheek. It is his left hand, and I can feel his ring on my face. And for some reason, that is all the validation I need to convince me this is reality. He is caressing me with his most important treasure. That has to mean something. It just has to.