Sebastian knew he had been different since Amelia Amulet Hinamori came to the Phantomhive Mansion. He was a lot more impulsive, and if he was honest with himself, he found ot exhilarating.

It had been ages since he met a female that intrigued him. She was sweet and likeable, yet she changed when she had her servant duties to focus on. She was a no-nonsense and efficient character, handling her responsibilities with charm and elegance.

However, Sebastian was immensely pleased to see what she was like under a man's mercy. She wasn't wholly docile, yet the fiery look in her eye made him want her to submit even more. The mewling and moans from her mouth as he played with her were like an aphrodisiac to him. It took much willpower not to take her for himself, but he knew it would be easy to force his way. Yet he wanted that minx to accept him, to want him, and to beg for his expertise.

Sebastian licked his lips and opened the door to Amy's room. Startled, the pinkette turned around and dropped the letter she was holding. The butler was too quick. He snatched the letter before it fell to the floor. Amy tried to grab it, but Sebastian was a giant compared to her. He scanned over the contents before finally giving it to her outstretched hand.

"Well, it seems your visage has plagued Lord Edward for a while now, hence why he has not visited you at the mansion. So he finally bowed out, did he?"

"He's just being a gentleman and giving me my space! Unlike some people!"

Sebastian scoffed, "A true man would go after what he wants. He exited this race for your affections because you had already rejected a courtship with him once, and his trying again with you would have been especially humiliating if you had chosen somebody else. I must admit Master Cheslock would not be an easy rival either."

Amy glared at him, "I don't like Cheslock in that way!"

"But you imagined his artist hands touching you and his pierced tongue between your legs, did you not?"

Amy slapped his chest in protest, "Did not!"

Sebastian chuckled; her expression was adorable, "Your poker face is just awful."

The pinkette gritted her teeth and tore up Edward's letter, imagining it was Sebastian. The manservant just smirked at how angry she was. She tried to kick him out of her room, but Sebastian had expertly outmanoeuvred her and locked her door, leaving them alone.

"Damn it, Sebastian!"

"I want your blood right now. I am not going to fuck you until you consent to it, but I sure as hell going to enjoy everything else your body can offer."

"I am not a plaything!"

"Playthings don't enjoy the pleasure I have been showering you with every time you've been in my embrace, mind you."

Amy groaned at his answer until she heard an odd sound coming from the direction of her window. She turned and saw what she thought was a fist knocking against her window. She cautiously came forward, and her eyes widened, seeing Cheslock sitting in a tree close to her window. He was wearing his uniform as usual but with no blazer or tie. The older teenager had undid the top two buttons of his shirt, exposing his Adam's apple. Amy gulped, seeing his rugged smirk. Cheslock was enjoying her awed expression, but then his face soured when he saw Sebastian, who came up to see what was happening.

Sebastian smiled politely, greeted Cheslock, and gently warned him to be careful when climbing trees. Amy rolled her eyes until she felt Sebastian's gloved hand in her hair; she turned and saw his 'butler face'. He cautioned her not to partake in any unsavoury business with guests. Before Amy could retort, Sebastian leaned forward and pecked her cheek before bidding both Amy and Cheslock adieu. The pinkette turned and saw a vexed expression on Cheslock's face, but it relaxed somewhat when he noticed Amy looking at him. "Shall we take this into the tree or your room?"

Amy blushed and pouted at him. "You remember Sebastian saying I shouldn't engage in unsavoury acts with guests? Doesn't allowing you into my bedroom count?"

"What is so unsavoury about an attraction between a man and a maiden?"

Amy sighs, "When said maiden is a housemaid, the man in question is a young lord."

Cheslock rolls his eyes and carefully manoeuvres his body into her room, but as she watches, Amy becomes worried for him. Unable to help herself, Amy holds out her hands to hold his to steady him as he climbs inside. Once in, Cheslock closes the window behind him and smirks at the fact that she is still holding his left hand. The young man interlaces his fingers with her and looks up to see her face.

The pinkette notices this and shyly tucks her bangs behind her ears. "Let's go downstairs and have some tea in the garden like usual."

Cheslock shakes his head and stands, towering effortlessly over her. "I want to hear your answer. Have you thought about us?"

Amy finally meets his gaze, and Cheslock's breath hitches at her large, beautiful eyes. He quickly lost himself in the color, so like a honeycomb that it shocked him. They were slightly different shades of amber, but both so brilliantly bright and striking that his brain went fuzzy in their wake. He didn't feel like this when Amy masqueraded previously as his ex-roommate Chaise. Why did she have so much of an effect on him now?

She looks up at him pleadingly, not realizing his disorientation, "I like you a lot, Cheslock, but we have no future. We-"

The older student wouldn't let her finish; he was tired of hearing the same excuse repeatedly. He cared about her, wanted her, and could not wait any longer. The male teenager lifted his face to kiss her; their lips brushed and parted. The kiss was clumsy and chaste—nothing like the passion Amy had tasted countless times before—but it still made her legs feel like jelly because her heart fluttered at the emotion she read from each movement of his mouth against hers.

Cheslock's body suddenly twisted to meet hers more fully, and Amu's throat started to burn. Desire swam between her thighs, wetness that was new and yet so pleasurable that it embarrassed, and so Amy broke apart the kiss for a moment to breathe. She felt the flush within her cheeks and the warmth within her body as he kissed her again, this time more tender and yet somehow more satisfying as he gained confidence. Amy grips his shirt tightly, almost afraid of losing this precious moment. Amy, unable to help herself, opens her mouth ever so slightly, feeling much more reckless, and Cheslock takes full advantage of iWhenhen she felt Cheslock's tongue against hers, the metal stud on his tongue surprised her; a tiny soft squeal escaped her mouth. The young lord couldn't help himself; her surprised squeal was adorable. He laughed before moving his tongue away, kissing her sweet lips fervently. Amy felt the burning feeling behind her eyelids at his transparent affection, and she turned away, covering her mouth.

"Lock, we shouldn't, please."

"Did you not enjoy it?" Cheslock bit his lip, anxious and disheartened.

Amy's ears burned, "I d-did, but we can't."

"Amy, I have been enamoured with you since I heard your singing voice in a language I had never heard before. For the record, I heard you before I laid my eyes on you. Please stop belittling my feelings for you; I am sincere about courting you."

The pinkette turns and sees more emotion than she had ever seen on Cheslock's usually stern face. His violet eyes pierce her, almost stabbing her through her guilty heart. Amy bites her lip nervously. "Cheslock, I just-"

Impatient, he pulled her closer, unbalancing her so her hands sought his arms. When she still didn't lean up to look at him, he brought her closer, his eyes transfixed by her lower lip as her teeth released it. Cheslock wouldn't meet her halfway, and he didn't want to waste the opportunity because, in his embrace, he had slightly lifted Amy's feet from the floor; she gripped his arms tightly.

Before she had a chance to process, Cheslock kissed her again, his tongue tracing her lower lip to open her mouth so he prodded her lips, coaxing her with his tongue. Amy parted her lips and pulled her head back in surprise as his tongue invaded her mouth. Amy tasted sweet, like strawberries and vanilla, the same scent he remembered from their first encounter. It was intriguing, and Cheslock wanted more. She felt soft and warm against him, and Cheslock knew he was pushing the limits of his relationship with her. Slowly, he released her from his arms and tenderly brushed her hair from her face.

"Amy, I know you're a fighter, and if you didn't mind my kisses, you would have stopped me even if what was weighing on your mind was that we are friends or your continued persistence on the difference in status. I am not asking you to love me but to let us explore this because I cannot stop thinking about what we could be if you would open your heart to me."

Cheslock looks up at her and notices her eyelashes fluttering. He could have sworn her eyes were different, like a luminescent reddish magenta. "Amy, what is with your-"

The pinkette's voice cracked, turning to walk away from him, "T-this is what I didn't want to happen. Please go..."

"Stop, tell me. Let me help you. Whatever this is, please allow me to be there for you, Amy."

"Gosh, Lock, I don't want-!"

The door opens behind her. Sebastian is back, studying the shocked faces of both teenagers. He had set up the tea room for Amy, but they had taken so long to come down that he returned to the room to check what was keeping them. The head manservant scans the room and cannot help but smirk at what he observes.

My oh my, this explains the surge of lust he detected. How interesting. Now, what was Amy going to do?