This chapter is rated R

Ciel stood at the top of the stairs in his home and looked down into the atrium. Cecilia was on her hands and knees with a large drawing before her made in chalk. It was difficult to see in some areas, but essentially it was a large circle surrounded by symbols from a language long forgotten and inside was the same language, lining the edge of the circle. The circle was divided into sections, each holding its own unique sigil. She had been at it for hours.

He watched as Sebastian entered from another door and approached her. He walked and stopped next to her with a polite smile.

"I have the items you have requested." He announced and set down the box he was carrying. Out of it he pulled a bottle of wine, several odd herbs form the kitchen, and a dozen candles. She thanked him and he gathered the box and set it on a nearby table. Sebastian looked up and met his master's gaze. Sebastian had a calm smile on his face, as though this was something that would happen every day. Ciel watched with curiosity. He had enough sense to stay out of her way, but something told him to watch.

Cecilia dropped the chalk next to her and wiped her hands on her skirt and lifted her book. She flung her hand and the candles flew around the circle, landing upright and evenly spaced out.

"Please turn out the lights." She asked Sebastian. Moments later, the only light they had came from the moonlight falling through the window. Once the lights were out, she began walking around the circle, chanting quietly. As she passed each candle, they lit. It didn't take her long to walk all the way around, and when she had, she set the book inside it and grabbed the items Sebastian had grabbed for her before stepping inside. There she whispered over the bottle before adding in the herbs. She covered the opening and shook the bottle, mixing the herbs and wine. Then she walked around the circle again, muttering and pouring the wine. Sebastian's eyebrow ticked at this, not wanting to have to clean wine stains from the floor. When she finished the circle, she drank what was left. She stood there for a moment, swaying on her feet.

Is she drunk? Ciel wondered. The empty bottle slipped from her hand and shattered at her feet. She staggered and stood in the middle of the circle.

"The dead of houndsville, I call to you." She called, her voice booming through the atrium. "To the men of houndsville, I call to you. To the women of houndsville, I call to you. To the children of houndsville, I call to you." She took in a deep breath, and commanded. "To the dead of Houndsville, I call to you!" Her voice shook the room and a gust of wind burst through the windows and the door, slamming them open. The wind rushed around the room violently before disappearing again. Seven candles remained lit and above them were the faint images of men, women, and children, mauled or famished. "Were you killed by the demon hound?" She asked them. They did not respond. "Were you killed?" She asked. She got no answer. "Tell me your story." They were silent for a few moments before their mouths opened, emitting an eerie chant that chilled Cecilia to the bone.

"The white dog is a good dog, and good dog, good." They chanted. "The black dog is a bad dog, a bad dog, bad."

"Who did this to you?" She asked them, swaying a little on her feet. She needed to hurry, she was running out of strength. They only chanted at her again. It was clear she was not going to get anything more from them. "Very well. I thank you for-" She was cut off. The flames turned blue and grew to an alarming size. In the fire was an image of a giant beast. It roared and the room shook before the candles extinguished themselves in a huff of wind that whipped around the room before rushing out of the room, pulling the doors and windows closed once more. The three were left in darkness.

"Sebastian, the lights." Ciel instructed. Immediately, Sebastian restored light to the room and they found Cecilia had collapsed in the middle of her circle. The candles had been strewn about the room and the wine had mixed with the chalk writings on the floor, smudging it. Ciel began descending the stairs as Sebastian toed the line of the circle, seeing if it was safe to enter. "Is she alright?" Ciel asked as Sebastian neared her after learning the circle was no longer active. Sebastian put a gentle hand on her face and she winced but remained asleep.

"I believe she is just fatigued." He explained as he gently lifted her. He turned to face Ciel. "Shall I put her in one of the guest rooms for now?" Ciel nodded.

"Yes, put her in the larger one." He ordered. "Seeing as she has no where else to stay, I plan on her visit being somewhat longterm." Sebastian nodded with a smile.

"I shall tend to our guest and then assist you for bed." He explained. "Then I shall return and clean this mess."

"See that you do."

Cecilia pulled the covers over her head, wishing for more sleep. While the bed was comfortable, it had an unfamiliar smell and nightmares had plagued her. Most of it was of her running from a giant white dog while in a foggy moor. Cecilia buried her head in the pillow and inhaled. The spell had taken quite a lot out of her. There was so much she needed to do. She needed to restock on her herbs and ingredients. She needed to find a place to live, she needed to find a new job. She needed to clean up her spell from last night. She needed to go her Mr. Freeman's funeral. She needed new clothes. She couldn't just keep wearing the clothes of Ciel's mother.

Cecilia sighed and sat up. A warm orange glow cast long shadows in her room and she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. She looked at the clock and saw it was early evening. The spell really must have taken more energy out of her than she expected.

She slid out of bed and sat at the vanity. She saw there a small envelope waiting for her, stamped with Ciel's crest. She opened it and pulled out the letter.

Ms. Cecilia LeChance,

I would like to thank you for your assistance in this matter. I have order Sebastian to place you in our largest guest room. You will find your belongings there as well as new clothes that have been purchased for you.

Seeing as you have no home any longer, I hope you will find yourself welcome here. I assume your stay will be long term and I look forward to speaking with you in regards to your future employment at the Phantomhive manor. For now, I suggest your rest. I have taken Sebastian and the others to Houndsville with me. We will return in a few days.

Regards,

Ciel Phantomhive

Cecilia read it over at least three times. She was startled by his kindness, but chalked it up to him trying to butter her up to the idea of working there. Employment at the Phantomhive Manor. Was that something she really wanted?

She dressed herself in a grey skirt and white blouse with a black ribbon tied around her collar. She piled her hair in a bun on the top of her head. She looked down at the letter again before folding it and putting it in her pocket.

Cecilia walked through the manor, ambling down the halls, taking in the pictures and portraits. The sun continued to set. All the staff were gone, yet in every hall, in every room, she felt as though someone was looming over her, watching her, waiting to strike. She tried to shake it off and made her way to the kitchen. Surely they wouldn't mind if she ate something.

Cecilia was putting together something small, something more like an afternoon tea, when she heard whispering. Her head snapped in the direction of it and the whispering stopped. She grabbed her tea and her small snack and left the kitchen. She found herself in the library and set the items down on a table. She pulled out a small book and sat. She sipped her tea and read her book. All was well until the whispering started again. She looked up and around, there was no one. She went back to reading. The whispering came back and this time it was louder.

"Hello?" She called. The whispering quieted but did not completely disappear. She set down her book and ran through the aisles of bookshelves. "I can hear you whispering. Come out." She called. She was met with silence. She stood in the library in the evening light and the whispering started once more. She grit her teeth and grabbed her things and left.

Next she tried a sitting room. The silence lasted only moments. The whispering grew louder each time. She was reclining on a couch and had not even had a sip of her tea when the whispering began. This time she could hear words.

Unlcean, cursed, wretched, pain, him, they, monster, help, Ciel

Cecilia stood and left the room, leaving ther things, not bothering grabbing them. She went back to her room, followed by whispers. She grabbed her coat. As she walked through the manor, the voices grew louder and grew closer. Now it felt as though several things were looming over her, closing in. Cecilia ran. She ran through the halls and down the steps and out the front door where she slammed the door shut. At the slam of the door, the whispering stopped.

Cecilia stood infront of the manor, panting. She hated haunted homes. She didn't mind ghosts, it was when the energy of the home took on a life of its own that unnerved her. In most cases, homes that have been violated in the most profane ways are the ones who are warped into such entities. Cecilia walked down the path leading off the property. It was a quiet evening and the sun was starting to dip beneath the horizon.

She was out of manor, but now what? Where would she sleep? Where would she eat? Who did she know in town? Her home had burned down and Ciel was out of town. Cecilia grit her teeth at her last option.

Undertaker opened his door and to his surprise, Cecilia stood on his doorstep with a mildly perturbed expression. She wore a dark jacket over her grey skirt and white blouse. She wore no makeup and her hair was simply done. But the setting sun illuminated her face, giving her a slight glow. He stared at her for a moment before grinning.

"Well, hello dearie." He greeted. "And to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I am in need of a place to stay while Earl Phantomhive is out of town." She explained to him, remaining brief.

"A necromancer afraid of ghosts?" He giggled and Cecilia scowled at him. "Very well, however I am afraid I do not have much to offer in regards to a meal. But I have an idea." He slipped back inside the house and Cecilia crossed her arms, not in the mood for his games. Before she could call out to him, he slipped out of the shop with another coat on and his odd hat. He slipped an arm under hers, linking them together, and started off down the street, practically dragging her with him.

Undertaker was not walking fast, so it was easy for Cecilia to keep up with him. She let him guide her down the street.

"Where are we going?" She asked him. He patted her hand.

"Why ruin the surprise, my dear?" He asked her. Cecilia let him lead her. They walked together down the streets as the last rays of sun illuminated the sky. She looked at the sunset, taking in the colors. They walked in a comfortable silence. Cecilia glanced up to the man escorting her through the city. He had a small smile on his face and his eyes were still hidden by his hair. She looked away from him before she started blushing. He was not nearly as unpleasant when he was silent.

Cecilia was surprised to find herself sitting across from the Undertaker in a small restaurant. She watched as the waiter poured them a glass of wine Undertaker had ordered and looked at him. She had protested at first, not having any money yet, and he assured her she could pay him in more significant ways than money. This had earned him a slap until he explained he sought laughter. This caused some embarrassment from Cecilia as well as odd looks from people passing by.

Undertaker sat with his relaxed smile. They sat at the table, quiet and staring at each other. What did he want? Why was he being so generous? He was an odd man, so strange, but somehow familiar.

"Would you care for something to eat?" He asked her, gesturing to the menus before them, "or do you have your sights set on someone else?" He teased her quietly. Cecilia blushed and lifted the menu, effectively hiding her face. To her further embarrassment, she could hear him quietly chuckling. To her relief he let her be until the waiter came by. She gave the man her order and her menu, leaving herself vulnerable to the Undertaker's stares and teasing. She sipped her wine.

"So, you mentioned the young earl was out on business?" Undertaker asked. "You'll return to him, won't you?"

"Yes." She answered and took another sip.

"Why?"

"He has offered employment." She told him. "Depending on the position, I may consider staying."

"How interesting." He giggled, "I do hope you become a maid. I will have to visit more often." Cecilia scowled at him. "What brought you to the city, Cecilia?" He asked her, and at the sound of her name, a chill ran down her spine. She took another sip of wine.

"I wanted a change of scenery." She told him. He chuckled at her brevity and took a few sips of his own wine, savoring the rich taste. "What about you, what made you become an undertaker?" She asked.

"I wanted a change of scenery." He giggled at her and she smirked a bit before taking another sip of her wine. Before long, their dinner was served. They ate and drank together, holding a pleasant conversation. He would still flirt and she would blush. But overall his company was pleasant. Cecilia preferred his company to that of the whispers any day. Dinner was delicious and once their plates were cleared, Undertaker ordered desert for the both of them. Cecilia had no objection to this, trusting his choices in food. They spoke for a small while longer as Cecilia finished her fourth and final glass of wine. She was feeling full and flushed. She felt as though her entire body was blushing. It was the wine, she knew, but it didn't lessen the feeling. Undertaker paid and the two left.

He escorted Cecilia down the street, keeping her steady with their linked arms. The cool night air felt wonderful on her flushed face. She tightened her grip on Undertaker's arm as the world spun and she leaned into him. He paused for a minute and glanced down at her. Cecilia felt him chuckle and they continued walking. Before she could stop herself, Cecilia blurted out a question.

"Have you ever been in love?" She asked him. He paused, startled by the sudden question. He chuckled once more.

"What prompted this?" He asked her, mildly amused. She simply waved a hand and they continued walking. They walked in silence for a few blocks before he answered. "Yes, a long time ago."

"Hmm that's sweet." She slurred as he guided her and kept her steady. "I was in love once. It was terrible." The undertaker chuckled at this. "I loved him and he was taken away. I was taken away. It was confusing." They walked a little more before Undertaker broke the silence this time.

"Do you still miss him?" He asked gently. Cecilia nodded and hummed.

"He was an incredible dancer." She admitted. "I've been to several countries and have yet to find anyone who I enjoy dancing with as much." Undertaker smirked and stepped in front her, wrapping an arm around her waist and taking one of her hands in his. He pulled her fully against him and began spinning her, dancing with her in the street. Cecilia erupted in giggles as they twirled and danced in the street. She stumbled over her feet and he caught her, keeping her upright. To her surprise, they were already back at his shop. She continued to giggle while he smiled down at her. Once she had controlled her giggles a bit, she looked up at him and her face felt even more flushed than before.

Cecilia closed her eyes and leaned in. Undertaker leaned in to meet her lips. They were centimeters from each other when something flashed through her mind.

Cecilia!

"I'm sorry." She whispered against his lips and pulled away. She couldn't bring herself to look at him. The least she should be able to do is give another man a kiss. "I'm sorry. You're just not him." She told him and covered her face with her hand. Undertaker stood there for a brief moment before taking her hand away from her face and holding it in his. He put a finger under her chin and made her face him. He had a small smile and placed a kiss on her forehead.

"I think it's time for you to retire for the night." He told her with a giggle and scraped her nose gently with a long black fingernail. "Someone seems to have had too much to drink." He teased. Cecilia lightly swatted him away, giggling a bit at his actions, relief flooding her. He seemed to understand. With a hand on the small of her back, he guided her inside, turning on the lights. He took her coat and hung it up. "I assume you remember where the room is?" He asked her. She nodded.

"Yes, thank you." She paused on the steps and looked at the man with long silver hair. She hesitated on the steps for a few seconds longer and opened her mouth to speak. Unfortunately, the phone rang, silencing her and startling them both. The undertaker answered it and she went up the steps. She opened the door to the guest room and stepped in. She leaned against the door after she closed it and scolded herself. What was she thinking! She couldn't kiss him. Did she eve like him? He was handsome but obnoxious at times. But he is handsome and gentle at times. And as much as she hated to admit, he made her laugh.

But Adrian. How did she feel for that man? So much had happened between them and she couldn't tell if it was love or hate she felt anymore. All she knew was it hurt.

A soft knock on the door startled her and she stepped back and opened it. Undertaker stepped in with a small smile and turned on a light on a nearby table.

"I received a phone call from Scotland yard." He told her quietly. "It seems as though I'll have a few guests tonight. Terrible carriage accident. If you should need anything, I'll be just down stairs." Cecilia nodded and stared at him. They stood there for a bit, neither saying a word until Cecilia turned from him and began undoing her shirt.

"I am going to take a bath." She announced as she let her shirt and skirt fall to the floor, leaving her in her underclothes and corset. She let down her hair and moved it over her shoulder. Cecilia looked over her shoulder at the Undertaker. "Could you unlace me?" She asked. With a smile he stepped forward and pulled at the string, slowly undoing the corset and letting it fall away. Her breath hitched when she felt his hands rest lightly on her hips and pull her back into his chest. She sighed at the feeling of his nails on her throat as one hand went to her neck and the other ventured lower. His lips grazed the skin on the back of her neck, making her shiver. He began to pay with her, going in circles, ellicting soft moans from Cecilia. He nibbled her ear as he continued to touch her and she leaned against him, leaning into him, panting, her heart racing faster and faster.

"Cum for me, Cecilia." He whispered in her ear, and she did. With a cry she came and he worked her though it. Her hands reached behind her, grabbing onto him to steady herself as her legs shook. He held her for a moment, smirking down at the panting woman in his arms. "Good girl." He whispered to her as he held her.

"Undertaker?" someone called out from downstairs. He slowly released her and she stepped away.

"That would be my appointment." He giggled. "I hope they didn't hear you." He teased. "Now, I trust you can take your bath on your own this time. But should you need anymore assistance," he eyed her up and down, "feel free to call for me." Cecilia blushed and looked away from him. Undertaker made his leave and Cecilia stood in her room alone. She moved to the bathroom and drew a bath for herself. She stripped from the rest of her clothes and dropped herself into the hot water. She felt her muscles relax and her head swam. She throbbed and ached for more but settled for a warm bath. No, she would not bother him any more tonight. She sat in the tub until it the water cooled.

Cecilia still felt flushed but sat in the water, hoping it would cool her skin. Her mind was miles away. She knew the risk of casting a spell that strong. She was unprepared and she knew it, but after what happened with Jack the Ripper, she wanted to help the little earl. But communing with the dead took preparation. She was drained of energy before she cast the spell. Afterwards, she was so depleted, Cecilia wasn't sure she would be able to protect herself from anything that would come her way. It's probably why she heard so many voices at the manor. Though a part of her was curious to learn more of the Phantomhive history, if a demon was involved it wouldn't be good.

She dried off and wrapped herself in a warm towel and left the bathroom. She was startled to find the clothes she had left on the floor had been moved to the chair and laid out neatly and a nightgown rested on her bed. She hadn't even thought of that yet. Discarding the towel, she stepped into the nightgown and buttoned it up before turning off the light and slipping under the thick blanket. She was drowsy and the smell of the soap and the blankets lulled her to sleep. Something about the smell of the sheets itched at her memories but she was too groggy to think on it. Cecilia fell asleep quickly and slipped into nothing but nightmares.

Cecilia knelt before a lake and in the water she saw her love. He wasn't moving and was paler than the moon. She reached for the water, wanting to pull him out and save him but before she could break the surface, hands lashed out from the darkness and grabbed her. She screamed and fought at them.

"Adrian!" She screamed for him and struggled to get back to the water. Eventually, she broke free and she scrambled for the water, falling into it. Once the bubbles cleared, she realized he was farther away than he seemed. Deep in the dark lake, he rested. Cecilia began to swim to him when once more the hands grabbed at her, pulling her up to the surface. "No!" She gagged on the water, "Adrian, no!" She screamed as she was pulled out of the lake. People were dragging her and someone grabbed her hair. Her dress was ripped and rope burned her skin. She was dragged into the center of the village. Sobs racked her body as she was lifted onto the pyre and tied to the stake. She sobbed as she saw them near her with the torch. "please, don't! I didn't do it! Don't! No!" She cried out. She could feel the flames eating away at her flesh and all she could do was scream.

"Cecilia!" a distorted voice called and she looked around desperately, blinded by her tears and the pain. "Cecilia!" they called again, this time clearer. She felt shaking and her head felt fuzzy. "Cecilia, wake up." The man's voice called to her firmly. "Wake up now, dearie. That's it." She blinked open her eyes and she struggled to catch her breath. Cecilia panted as she looked around. She was in the Undertaker's guest room still. Then she looked at him. Undertaker hovered above her with a soft smile. Most of his hair was pulled back but his bangs still covered his eyes. He wore his black pants and his white shirt. He had removed all of his other layers and rolled up his sleeves. He was working. "That was some nightmare." He cooed gently and began to remove her hands from him. Cecilia realized one hand gripped his sleeve while the other held a fistful of his shirt.

"I'm sorry." She whispered, her voice hoarse. To her embarrassment, teas were falling down her cheeks and blurring her vision. "I'm sorry." His hand rested on her face.

"Don't apologize, dearie." He cooed. "I'm happy to help you!" he teased and began to pull away. Cecilia was gripped by sudden loneliness and the suffocating darkness that surrounded her. Her hands latched onto him once more, keeping him in place. He smirked.

"Don't go." She whispered, a quiet plea into the dark. "Stay with me." Cecilia whispered. His hands found hers once more and gently took them, pinning them above her head. He kissed her gently. Cecilia closed her eyes and kissed him back. She wanted him, she was tired of feeling so alone. She felt his tongue on her lip and she opened up for him. His tongue explored her mouth, leaving her breathless. He pulled away only to lay gentle kisses on her jaw, trailing down to her neck. "Please, don't leave me." She begged with a breathy voice.

Undertaker slowly climbed on top of her, placing one knee between her legs. During her fit, the covers had been thrown off of the bed and what hadn't been kicked off, the Undertaker moved out of the way. He let his fingers trail down her arms and torso. She could feel the fingernails through her nightdress. She arched her body against him, creating friction. Undertaker smirked against her skin, grabbed her hips firmly and ground her on his leg.

Her skirt had ridden up and he slipped his hands underneath, pulling it up to her stomach to expose her lower half. Undertaker bit gently into her skin before pulling away. Cecilia was looking away from him. Her eyes were closed and her face was flushed, making her tears more noticeable. Her lips were parted slightly and she was panting. He briefly used his thumb to wipe away some of the tears as he smirked.

Cecilia's eyes snapped open and she gasped, startled at feeling his tongue on her clit. She grabbed at the sheets, something to hold on to, as his tongue swirled and flicked over it. Teasing, toying, he sucked on it as he continued to flick his tongue, making her whimper. He could hear her moaning and panting, so he sucked a little harder and she arched into his face, grinding against his tongue. He wrapped his arms under her thighs and his nails dug into the tender flesh, ensuring she couldn't wriggle away from his administrations. He pressed harder with his tongue and Cecilia couldn't hold back. Her hand grabbed a fistful of his hair, pressing him further into her as she rode out her orgasm on his face. He dug his nails into her flesh, drawing blood as she cried out.

"Adrian!" Cecilia cried loudly, startling Undertaker for just a moment. After she had come down from her high, Cecilia let go of his hair and tried to pull away. "I'm sorry." She whispered but he just buried his face deeper, making her shake and arch against him. Her clit was swollen and sensitive now, and it didn't take much to send her over the edge again. And again, and again, until he was satisfied. He had noticed she had been quieter, and her moans and cries were muffled. When he sat up, he saw her, a sweating, panting, shaking mess, but she had her hand over her mouth. He pulled her hand away and leaned over her, pinning her arm to the bed. He laced their fingers together and he kissed Cecilia.

She could taste her on his lips as he kissed her deeply. After a few moments, he pulled away, but only a few centimeters. When he spoke, she could almost feel his lips moving as he formed the words.

"Don't quiet yourself." He told her deeply. "Call me any name. I can be anyone you want." He leaned back to undo his pants. He only moved them down and didn't bother removing them fully. Cecilia could see him erect and hard. Once more he hovered over her and pressed himself against her. He began to rub his cock against her swollen clit, coating himself in her juices. He only paused briefly to look down at her with a wicked smile. "I do love seeing you panting."

Cecilia arched her back and her breath left her as Undertaker slid into her fully, sharply. He grinned down at her and gave her a minute to adjust to his intrusion. She was panting loudly and was beginning to shake again. He slid himself almost completely out of her, moving so slow it made her gasp. She tried to move against him, to bring him back inside of her, but his hands grabbed her hips. He chuckled at Cecilia. "Eager, aren't we?" He asked before slamming back into her. She arched again and her hands grabbed at his arms to steady herself as he slid out and slammed into her again.

"Adrian!" She cried out and he pulled out to slam into her again, this time not bothering to wait. She cried out. Undertaker began to pull out but slammed into her quicker this time. He began to pick up his pace until he was practically drilling her. Cecilia had wrapped her legs around him and her arms looped around his neck and she cradled his head as he buried it into her neck. She could feel his hot breath as he panted against her skin. She arched into him, taking him as deep as she could. Her hands pulled at his hair as she came on his cock, gasping loudly. He bit into her skin at the base of her neck and continued to pound her, making her orgasm again and again until the orgasms just blended into each other. "Adrian." She moaned into his ear. Her mind had gone numb with the pleasure but when he did one final thrust deep into her, she gasped and clenched her legs tighter around him, pulling him in deeper as he came inside of her. She could feel the pulsing, throbbing cock inside of her and she could feel his cum starting to leak out of her. She could think. All she could do was pant and grind into him.

Undertaker was startled by her movements. She clenched around his sensitive cock backing him lose his breath momementarily. When he got it back he chuckled and let himself throb inside of her, making her buck again, desperate for more. He chuckled as he leaned back and began thrusting again. Cecilia arched beautifully and he could see her chest pressed against the fabric of her nightgown.

In a once second, Cecilia was going blind from the pleasure of him thrusting into her in this new angle, and in the next, he pulled out completely, and Cecilia whined at the sudden lack of pleasure. She gasped when he flipped her over and brought her hips up. This time he slid in slowly, making her take all of him. He started slow before once again pumping into her. Cecilia's mind had gone numb. He was hitting her sweet spot over and over again and it took all of her strength not to drool into the sheets. All she could do was moan quietly as he fucked her from behind until he managed to cum inside her for the second time.

When he finished, he left his cock inside her for a few seconds while he caught his breath. He used one hand to briefly run it through his hair, pulling his bangs back as he smirked down at the shaking, whimpering woman underneath of him. He smirked as he let his hair fall back into place. He leaned over her and kissed the back of her neck.

"Are you alright, dearie?" he asked her. She hummed quietly. He kissed her neck again and moved her hair over to one side, kissing her cheek. Her eyes were closed and she sighed at the affection. He straightened up and slowly pulled out of her, making her moan again. Cecilia let her hips fall to the side and she curled into herself. She heard Undertaker move to the bathroom, no doubt to clean up.

When he was finished, she was surprised to feel him slide into the bed next to her, wrapping his arms around her curled body. One hand lazily played with her hair.

"Sleep now, dearie." He whispered to her before kissing the back of her head. Cradled in the stranger's warmth, and thoroughly exhausted, Cecilia quickly fell asleep, and this time she was too tired for nightmares.

Hope yall enjoyed this smutty little chapter.