"This way, Little Robin," he coaxes softly, his voice smooth like honey yet unattainable in its true meaning like smoke. Those sleepy light azure eyes blink at me in attempted seduction as his black gloved hand gestures to the room that he holds open for us to enter.
Gritting my teeth I look past the door to see an empty bedroom, so my aunt Angelina was right, he does like girls of all ages. Men like him are disgusting, showing interest of girls of no more than thirteen such as myself although I am no girl. I am the queen's guard dog, Ciel Phantomhive last of the Phantomhives, and due to the most recent case I am to be undercover as my opposing sex.
His smile wavers as he purses his lips slightly, "My dear Robin, is something the matter? I thought this is what you wanted?"
Forcing a smile of a stupid young girl I nod, stepping closer to him and placing a hand on his upper arm, "Yes, it is what I wish it's just
I didn't think you would comply."
He takes my chin under his thumb and index finger, the hand that once propped open the door now encircles my waist bringing us closer, "My Little Robin, how could I possibly turn down an invitation such as that from a young lady as lovely as you?"
Oh, he's good.
"How young of a lady do you think I am?" I inquire quietly, averting my uncovered and unmarked eye in a bashful manner.
"Sixteen, perhaps a bit younger a bit older. But that's just judging from your face, it's when a man sees a woman's body that he knows her true age." He purrs into my ear, stepping backwards, leading me into the room with him.
I can't help but let my body tense, the vulgarity of this man's intentions! Even if I were a girl of the age he presumes me to be just how desperate or sick must he be to succumb to such a low sin? Going into this situation I was prepared for a peck on the cheek or possibly the lips if I were to get in a situation such as this but
what will his reaction or actions be once he discovers his 'Little Robin' to be a 'Little Earl' instead?
I feel the back of my dress hit the edge of the bed, the Viscount guiding me down back first, his knees trapping me on either side of my hips. His hands drift over my stuffed chest, back again then to my waist as my back sinks into the mattress. The once sleepy eyes awaken with excitement as he unties the bow under my chin removing my hat.
"My Robin, what a lovely shade of blue you posses," he murmurs, stroking my face, "Why is it you hide the other one?"
His fingers trace under my bangs hiding the covenant I share with my butler and demon, Sebastian Michaelis. On my unexposed eye gleams a purple pentagram, something that's not too common these days amongst the public. The touch of him on me sends chills of disgust down my spine, the urge to thrown him off strong and the desire to knee him in the balls stronger. But, I know better and I need him to tell or show me what he's been doing with the murdered prostitutes. Viscount Druitt is certainly sly and charming enough to woo a prostitute off the streets, then again so is any other man with a shiny penny in his pocket.
I giggle nervously, hoping to continue to play the card of entranced teenage girl, "I don't know, it's just that I have bi-coloured eyes and would rather you only be distracted by the nicer of the colours."
"I'm sure bother colours are equally pleasing." He hums in my neck, pecking my skin between breaths, my fingers gripping the bed with suppressed anger.
Druitt travels up father my neck and to my jaw line, brushing the extensions woven into my natural dark grey hair out of his way as he guides a hand down my arm and to my hip, "You smell divine, young Robin. Like lavender and chamomile, quite fitting of your age yet calming for me."
Revolting. Men like him are revolting. How I cannot wait for him to be behind bars if not for what he does to girls of my age then for the murders of older women. Perhaps this is his game, seduce then kill. It's not the hardest task in the world to hide a knife under some pillows.
I feel the straps of my dress slide lower as he starts to kiss down my chest, my body starting to react to his touch while my mind does the opposite. Why him? Of all the men to touch me this way why is it him? Why couldn't it be someone more to my liking such as Sebastian?
Wait a minute.
Sebastian? My butler? Why in the world would I want him? That stupid demon with his obnoxious long black hair that falls over his long angular face perfectly with his slender body and coy smirk that always taunts his lips. Maybe it's because I'm most comfortable with him, he is my butler after all, we almost have no secrets and lately in the mornings the light seems to favour his face much nicer than before.
No. I don't care for Sebastian, not in that way not in any other way than he is to be used for. My butler is to be used as my personal servant whom is not to be my lover. He's a demon as well; they don't have the feeling of love in their 'aesthetic' as he would say.
Druitt's hand sneaks up under my skirts, slowly inching up my leg, a mischievous smirk on his lips as he climbs higher. Oh crap, he wasn't supposed to go that far. Kicking at an odd angle I attempt to shake him off, "Viscount!" I gasp, "Isn't it a bit too soon for that? We've hardly kissed if at all!"
"Oh, you wish to kiss, Robin?" he smirks deviously, "But I believe you had implied other fun other than something as boring as kissing."
"I thought that's what you wanted." I squeak, my eyes wandering towards the pillows beside us, waiting for his hand to slide under them and confirm my suspicions to be true.
He laughs, the sound a bit dark to be coming from such an airy voice, "Oh Sweet Robin, how naive you are." He caresses my face, "It's adorable. Don't worry, I'll be gentle."
My heart pounds faster under my ribcage as he shoves me into the bed, his hands digging into my shoulders as he brings our lips together, hungrily kissing me, pushing his way through into my mouth his hands keeping me down, those skinny knees of his hurting my equally bony hips.
"No!" I cry in a ragged breath as he leans in to kiss me again, "No!"
My knee curls upward and between his legs through the thick skirts and petticoats somehow hitting the intended target. The Viscount's eyes widen in pain as he doubles over me panting in suppressed agony. His light eyes flash up to me, glaring as he lifts me from the bed and onto the floor pinning me down with more force.
"I was going to have my way with you before selling you for a pretty penny on the black market. But it looks like the merchandise is going to be a bit damaged tonight." He growls, his voice dangerous as he lifts his hand to bring it to my face.
" Sebastian !" I scream, the name instinctual as a breath as I shut my eyes embracing for the worst.
Nothing happens, the slap never comes but I hear a slight choking noise then the slight thud of a body colliding with the floor. Another pair of hands envelopes me setting me upright, propping me against the owner's chest. Opening my eyes I see none other than my butler, the one I called for, Sebastian. The demon's deep red eyes settle on my face as he holds me away from him briefly, his eyes scanning my body his fingers prodding at places that seemed to spark concern.
I was wondering when you were going to call my name." he mutters to himself as he finishes assessing my condition, "Are you alright, my Lord?"
Nodding I avert my gaze from his, "Yes, I'm fine
" my eyes fall on the unconscious viscount instead, "Sebastian we needed him to solve the case."
"Already solved." He quips, "I overheard a few men speaking of an underground auction in the crowd and I followed them. Turns out they're been selling off women during the social events for a few months now. I've already contacted The Yard."
Sighing, I cross my arms, "May as well head home, least they see me like this."
Suddenly his arms sweep around me, cradling me into his arms the tip of his chin just barely resting atop my head as he strides from the room, "Why is it that you didn't call sooner?"
I subtly take soothing breaths, something about the way his touch feels to my skin is overwhelming, "I wanted to wait and see if I could get the information out of him. You know, through seduction."
"Or rape." Sebastian grumbles stopping abruptly, those deep eyes on me once more testing my heart, "My Lord, don't ever put yourself in situations such as that again. You never know, I may not always be there in time when you call."
"That's your job." I snap, "To be there for me whenever I as so much whisper your name."
An underlying defiance swarms in his eyes as he merely nods, picking up his pace and leaping from a window causing a dramatic scene between us as he always does when stating who's truly more powerful. He lands delicately atop the roofing of the Viscount's mansion, my skirts flowing in the wind and the faux hair entangling in Sebastian's shoulders.
"Yes, my Lord."
The glow from the candles casts a soft warm illumination in the room as we step inside. My feet ache from the night and the high heels and my heart aches from the stolid silence I've endured the whole trip home with my butler. Sebastian's eyes shift to me as he follows quietly behind as I make a beeline to my bed, the soft down tempting me with a sweet, well deserved sleep.
I strip the long elbow length gloves from my arms, tossing them to the floor as I turn to my butler knowing just as well as he did that I could not undress myself out of a dress as tight as this. He steps to me, silently as he has done every action since rescuing me this evening. His hand slips into my right hand then to the small of my back, bringing our fronts together.
"What are you
?" I begin until he interrupts.
"Dancing, my Lord." He says quietly, meeting my eyes with a lingering want flickering in that deep red, "We hadn't the chance properly at the ball tonight. Shall we without the urgency of being exposed by Lady Elizabeth or waltzing into other means
"Would you give that a rest?" I snarl under my breath as he starts to lead, drifting about the floor.
He emits a small, "Hmmm," as we continue to dance, Sebastian flawlessly leading, guiding us around my room as if we are just barely lifted from the ground lightly flying. His steps are seamless, effortlessly flowing into the other following my unorthodox stumblings into a beautiful waltz.
His eyes stay on me, a caring gleam reflecting off the light of the moon outside and the candles on the nightstand. I can't help but feel my heart lodge itself in my throat as my head swims with the image of him staring at me like he is. How is it that his gaze is able to disarm me as discreetly as a key unlocking a door? Something in his eyes or that smirk melts the cold, icy me allowing Sebastian entry.
"You look too good in that attire, my Lord." He smirks softly, spinning on his heel, "You would've made an excellent girl in another life."
"Shut up." I grumble, "I know you seem to get the biggest laugh out of this but now isn't the time
His lips gently peck my forehead, "I'm sorry, do forgive me."
My body warms at his touch, the tone of his voice asking forgiveness over something so silly, so trivial. I bite my lip as he continues his waltz, the perfect dance continuing as I swallow myself in my own thoughts of him and I, I and him.
He stops, when and for how long I'm not quite sure, all that snapped me from my own mind was that look of restrained lust begging to be set free from behind his eyes. His lips part then shut, an inhalation of uncertain speech uttered every few seconds. The light of the candles play so well of that lean face of his, that dark hair probably silky to the touch his skin is probably just as. His almond shaped eyes snap shut as a whispered curse slips from his lips.
"What is it?" I inquire, my voice low, my heart pounding in my chest as I stare up at him, completely caught in the mesmerizing image that is Sebastian Michaelis.
Sebastian shakes his head, "Nothing it's just
nothing. It's stupid of me."
"That you wanted to kiss me?" I finish for him, praying my guess to be true.
His eyes widen in shock as I keep my eye contact with him strong, never wavering. I need to see an answer in those eyes of his, that remaining soul of his. I see my answer there in those eyes, that deep red like blood or a precious gemstone. It's of that want and desire of which I saw in Druitt but softer and sincere. While Druitt's blazed with a cold blue drive fueled by instinct alone, Sebastian's are teaming with emotion, something I've mentally claimed him never to have.
"Yes." He answers, dropping the arm that supported my right hand to my side, "I was and I still do."
"Why?" I ask, my voice dropping lower and lower.
The smirk I've come to love graces his features as he touches my cheek, gently stroking it as if it's something breakable, "There's this quality to you, my Lord. A quality that's so delicate yet so strong and it's a quality I want to protect and own for myself." He guides me to the bed, sitting down on it and pulling me into his lap as his fingers nervously play with my hair extensions, "Ever since that day when you were in trouble and desperate enough to summon a demon I felt something between us. Whether or not it's love I'm not quite sure but
" he shakes his head, "Never mind. It's silly. This is
Taking his hand in mine I give it a reassuring squeeze, I like it how he trusts me enough to open up like this, "I don't think it's stupid. Tell me."
Exhaling he directs his attention back to me, his elegant fingers still twirling into my fake long hair, "When a human calls upon a demon, there's the factor of a demon hearing that cry and soul compatibility. We demon's still have a soul, it's small and hardly existent but it keeps us human if you may. When you called for a demon it was like a gunshot in my heart, the moment I heard that cry I had this need for your soul. But, as time has passed these few years I see that I don't just want your soul anymore."
"Then what do you want?"
His eyes pierce mine with their deep red colour, the pain, lust and suppressed emotions almost too much to stand, "You." He murmurs, "I want all of you, Ciel Phantomhive, even if you do not wish to have me in return."
The need to cry grips my chest as I throw my arms around his neck, burying my face into the side of his neck allowing a few tears to break free as Sebastian emits a slight gasp. His strong hands hold my back as I hug him tighter, how long has it been since I've waited for those words?
"I want you." I say, pulling away from his neck, "I've always wanted you more than you already are."
A tear gathers on the brim of his eyes, I don't think I would've noticed if I weren't so captivated by them. His gloved hand holds the back of my neck, a few fingers can't help but play with the temporary long hair as my breath quickens at his closeness to me. Or lips are close, so close that I can almost taste him. A somber smile plays Sebastian's lips as a finger absentmindedly twists a lock of my hair infinitely, "Never in this lift with you would I ever think I would hear those words from your mouth." He whispers, emotion swirling in the back of his throat.
Smiling I lean a bit closer, wanting him more than I ever have, "Never would I expect you to feel the same as I do. Yet, here we are
The somber smile tugs into a wider one of bemusement, the hair twirling dwindling, "Indeed, yet another moment I've only dreamt of now a reality."
"You've dreamt of this?"
"Only a little." Sebastian smirks, the small talk becoming awkward as the knowing want of our lips finally meeting tangible in the air.
Swallowing thickly I brace myself, knowing for it to come, I can tell in the way he looks at me. How his eyes linger on mine for a few moments then flicker back to my lips staying on them longer than my eyes. His hold from my shoulder slides down to my hip, dangerously lower but I don't mind, I don't think I ever will as long as it's his touch only. Sebastian's eyelids start to fall, his lashes blinding my view of his vermilion eyes, his breath closer to mine. Both of us tilts towards one another inch by inch, each probably debating who will make the first move until Sebastian's grip on my hip tightens and his other hand takes my jaw, the fingertips soft on my neck.
He brings us together, the high my mind experiences when he's this near intensified ten fold as we meet again and again, each time sweeter than the last. Sebastian jerks me closer; my hands fly upwards to his collar bunching the material under my fingers as he presses me closer to his person. My legs curl around his torso as he plays with the laces on the back of the dress; I now am reminded of what I'm wearing.
Sebastian suddenly pulls away from the laces, his arms embracing me into a tight hug, burying his face into my hair. I can hear him inhale deeply as he sighs, kissing my neck as I lean into him, enjoying the touch of my demon.