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Who: Female!Ciel Phantomhive, MYSTERY CHARACTER I BET YOU CAN'T GUESS WHO IT IS, Sebastian
Prompt: 3
song: Closer
What: Uh. If you don't know what this is, you shouldn't click this.
Rating: AS CLOSE TO NSFW AS I'M WRITING, THANKYOUVERYMUCH.
Ciel leans forward, her lips once again ghosting a touch over his, and he smirks. A blush on her cheeks, his shirt on the floor, a hand making its way slowly up her back, and the kiss deepens. Her perpetual frown softens as she pulls away, with him leaning forward to put his mouth along the crook of her neck, and she looks around the room to ensure they won't get caught.
Everything seems oddly quieter, with such softer tones to make it seem as if all the sharp edges had been taken out of the world for good. Ciel frowns further as she notes how the colors of the room around them seem to melt into one another, though it doesn't seem like something of the utmost importance, so she lets the thought flitter away as her companion's lips find their way back to hers. Soft edges or not, she had more interesting things at hand, and something as trivial as softness could be dealt with later.
He mutters something about the butler, about how nobody will bother them for one reason or another, and Ciel can't bring herself to bother holding up anything resembling an argument when she finds it a better usage of her time to try and keep her heart from racing out of her chest. Somewhere between the kisses, he moves both hands under both her shirt and camisole, pulling them upward, and she raises her arms to help him. He discards it on the ground, gently but carelessly, and she places her arms around his shoulders and pulls their mouths together again.
She adjusts herself in his lap, pulling her body closer to his, placing her hands along his chest to push him backwards onto the bed. He abides, watching her with a curious smile as she reaches down to undo her lower garments. He chuckles at her, reaching forward to help her, and her blush deepens. She looks up at him and he leans forward for a light kiss before pulling off the last of the clothing and again dropping it on the ground.
Ciel looks away, knowing fully well he's looking at her every line and curve, every part of her he can see. He wraps an arm around her, pulling her forward on top of him, as lips meet again. He gently rolls them both over, putting himself carefully over her as he maneuvers out of his trousers, kissing along her neck and eventually down her chest as he does so.
She gasps, sharply, at this. He smirks as, at last, his pants hit the ground, and Ciel's blush finds a way to turn five shades deeper. She keeps her gaze away from him, her breath turning into a quiet open mouthed pant as he kisses and nips his way back up to her face, though he stops and pulls away once he reaches the top of her neck. A hand reaches down between her legs, to which she practically writhes at, in the discomfort of the situation, though she does nothing to stop him. She both tries to push down on his stray fingers and push herself up to kiss him again, but he simply ignores her to lean down to whisper something in her ear.
"-... something wrong, Young Mistress?"
Ciel turns her head towards the door, expecting-
expecting to see more than it still closed and locked, undoubtedly. She glances back to her companion-
companion? She can place the face but not the name,
she can imagine him here, now, doing what he's doing, but who he quite is slips her mind as she slowly
realizes that something's
not
right
and he leans down to nuzzle against her cheek. The growing sense of danger and discomfort has already ruined whatever had been going on, and Ciel reaches her hand under the pillow to realize, with frightened awe, that the gun isn't even there.
He pouts. "...Young Mistress?"
She shakes her head sharply, curling herself up in a ball as she rubs at her eyes and tries to clear her head of this fogginess, of this awkward state of fuzzy edges and melted colors.
Sebastian tilts his head, an empathetic smile etched on his face. "Young Mistress?" He asks, and she frowns. "I hope I hadn't disturbed you from any pleasant dreams."
She rolls her eyes at him, taking her hand out from where it was awkwardly placed under the sheets (and her clothes), and sits up.
"But I had thought you would want to be awake. After all, Radu had said he would pay you a visit today, had he not?"
And suddenly,
although everything's clear now,
although there are no feelings of worry or danger,
and although, she notes as she reaches a hand under her pillow, her gun is still there,
She decides it was less awkward when she didn't remember the name to the face in her dreams.
Prompt: 3
song: Closer
What: Uh. If you don't know what this is, you shouldn't click this.
Rating: AS CLOSE TO NSFW AS I'M WRITING, THANKYOUVERYMUCH.
Ciel leans forward, her lips once again ghosting a touch over his, and he smirks. A blush on her cheeks, his shirt on the floor, a hand making its way slowly up her back, and the kiss deepens. Her perpetual frown softens as she pulls away, with him leaning forward to put his mouth along the crook of her neck, and she looks around the room to ensure they won't get caught.
Everything seems oddly quieter, with such softer tones to make it seem as if all the sharp edges had been taken out of the world for good. Ciel frowns further as she notes how the colors of the room around them seem to melt into one another, though it doesn't seem like something of the utmost importance, so she lets the thought flitter away as her companion's lips find their way back to hers. Soft edges or not, she had more interesting things at hand, and something as trivial as softness could be dealt with later.
He mutters something about the butler, about how nobody will bother them for one reason or another, and Ciel can't bring herself to bother holding up anything resembling an argument when she finds it a better usage of her time to try and keep her heart from racing out of her chest. Somewhere between the kisses, he moves both hands under both her shirt and camisole, pulling them upward, and she raises her arms to help him. He discards it on the ground, gently but carelessly, and she places her arms around his shoulders and pulls their mouths together again.
She adjusts herself in his lap, pulling her body closer to his, placing her hands along his chest to push him backwards onto the bed. He abides, watching her with a curious smile as she reaches down to undo her lower garments. He chuckles at her, reaching forward to help her, and her blush deepens. She looks up at him and he leans forward for a light kiss before pulling off the last of the clothing and again dropping it on the ground.
Ciel looks away, knowing fully well he's looking at her every line and curve, every part of her he can see. He wraps an arm around her, pulling her forward on top of him, as lips meet again. He gently rolls them both over, putting himself carefully over her as he maneuvers out of his trousers, kissing along her neck and eventually down her chest as he does so.
She gasps, sharply, at this. He smirks as, at last, his pants hit the ground, and Ciel's blush finds a way to turn five shades deeper. She keeps her gaze away from him, her breath turning into a quiet open mouthed pant as he kisses and nips his way back up to her face, though he stops and pulls away once he reaches the top of her neck. A hand reaches down between her legs, to which she practically writhes at, in the discomfort of the situation, though she does nothing to stop him. She both tries to push down on his stray fingers and push herself up to kiss him again, but he simply ignores her to lean down to whisper something in her ear.
"-... something wrong, Young Mistress?"
Ciel turns her head towards the door, expecting-
expecting to see more than it still closed and locked, undoubtedly. She glances back to her companion-
companion? She can place the face but not the name,
she can imagine him here, now, doing what he's doing, but who he quite is slips her mind as she slowly
realizes that something's
not
right
and he leans down to nuzzle against her cheek. The growing sense of danger and discomfort has already ruined whatever had been going on, and Ciel reaches her hand under the pillow to realize, with frightened awe, that the gun isn't even there.
He pouts. "...Young Mistress?"
She shakes her head sharply, curling herself up in a ball as she rubs at her eyes and tries to clear her head of this fogginess, of this awkward state of fuzzy edges and melted colors.
Sebastian tilts his head, an empathetic smile etched on his face. "Young Mistress?" He asks, and she frowns. "I hope I hadn't disturbed you from any pleasant dreams."
She rolls her eyes at him, taking her hand out from where it was awkwardly placed under the sheets (and her clothes), and sits up.
"But I had thought you would want to be awake. After all, Radu had said he would pay you a visit today, had he not?"
And suddenly,
although everything's clear now,
although there are no feelings of worry or danger,
and although, she notes as she reaches a hand under her pillow, her gun is still there,
She decides it was less awkward when she didn't remember the name to the face in her dreams.