FIC: "Diary. Oh, Diary..." | Sebastian/Grell | R
Title: Diary. Oh, Diary...
Fandom: Black Butler
Pairing: Sebastian/Grell... but not really.
Summary: Grell recalls a wonderful dream.
Rating: R? (just to be safe)
Word count: 848
A/N: Inspired by my own little domestic fantasy yesterday. ;P
Dear Diary,
I dreamed about him again last night. And what a dream it was. Like the last hundred times but oh so much better than all of them combined. I was in the kitchen, washing up after cooking his favourite meal; birds were tweeting so merrily outside the window and, like a princess should, I couldn’t help but join them. Our song was one of great beauty and happiness and it filled the very air with the scent of love.
It was during our wondrous song that it happened. I felt his hands on my waist and his body pressed in close to mine. His hands were warm and firm, but gentle at that moment. Not like the night before, when he had throw me down onto the bed and had his vile, wicked way with me. Oooh, I shiver just thinking of it.
No, today his hands were loving and tender as they came to rest on my hips and I felt his warm breath against my ear.
“Grell,” he said. “You’ve done enough washing up. Please, let me finish up.”
“Oh Bassy, don’t be silly,” I replied. “Washing up is the job of the lady of the house. Sit down and I’ll be finished in a jiffy.”
It was then that I felt his hands move from my hips and around to my stomach, caressing me gently as I scrubbed at a teacup.
“You’ve done so much for me,” he whispered. My knees were already trembling, let me tell you. “You’ve been so good for me, Grell. Perhaps even good enough for a reward.”
Oh Diary, his words were like sweet, sweet nectar to me. Like the feel of silk and fur under naked, vulnerable skin. I felt weak and giddy all at once, but… I had washing up to do.
“No, my love,” I chided gently, swatting his hands away. “There are still so many dishes to clean. You will have to wait.”
“I can’t wait, Grell,” he said and I felt his hands back on my waist - only this time they were hard and rough; not gentle at all. He spun me round and moved in close. OH! The thrill of his dark, red, dangerous gaze; the way his hair fell handsomely in front of his eyes; the brutal grip on my body as he pushed me hard up against the sink. It was almost too much.
“I need you, Grell. There isn’t a second that goes by that I don’t need you. You are all I think about when I have to spend all day slaving over that brat. I can’t wait a moment longer, my love. I must have you now.”
Diary. Oh, Diary. I cannot express the level to which my heart soared. It was me he thought of every day - not the miserable kid. It was I who set his heart aflame - so much so that he couldn’t wait. I had only three more dishes to clean but it was three too many. He wanted me now.
He lifted me from the floor and perched me on the edge of the sink, moving between my legs as the soap bubbles soaked the seat of my dress. It was my best dress, too, but I didn’t care - all I wanted in that moment was for him to take me. To ravish me and claim me like the wild beast he is.
Oh, and what an animal he was. What a demon. He found his way to my neck and kissed me there. He kissed me and bit me so hard I cried out. I was a helpless maiden and he was here to claim me. It was all I could do to keep from falling into a faint.
His hands were all over me, running coarsely over my chest and stomach, before finally finding their way under my skirt. I was aroused already and he could tell.
“You’re a filthy little slut, aren’t you?” he growled.
“Oh…” I said. “No. I’m innocent and pure, good sir. Please be gentle with me.”
He brought his hand to my womanly place and touched me painfully. “You don’t want me to be gentle, do you, Grell?” he asked. I gasped and squirmed delightedly against him. “You want me to hurt you and treat you like the whore you are.”
Oh Diary, how could I say no to this magnificent stallion? How could I refuse when everything in me wanted to submit to him completely?
“Don’t you, Grell?” he asked again and all I could do was nod.
“Yes, my love. My dear Bassy. Treat me like the dirty little tramp I am. Show me who’s boss and make it hurt.”
He swooped in again to take another bite at my exposed flesh and I felt his hand squeeze tight around me and I thought my body might explode at any minute…
… And then Will woke me up.
Apparently sleeping during overtime is frowned-upon.
He really is no fun. Diary, what should I do with him?
Signing off for now. Ta-ta.
Grell.
xxx
Fandom: Black Butler
Pairing: Sebastian/Grell... but not really.
Summary: Grell recalls a wonderful dream.
Rating: R? (just to be safe)
Word count: 848
A/N: Inspired by my own little domestic fantasy yesterday. ;P
Dear Diary,
I dreamed about him again last night. And what a dream it was. Like the last hundred times but oh so much better than all of them combined. I was in the kitchen, washing up after cooking his favourite meal; birds were tweeting so merrily outside the window and, like a princess should, I couldn’t help but join them. Our song was one of great beauty and happiness and it filled the very air with the scent of love.
It was during our wondrous song that it happened. I felt his hands on my waist and his body pressed in close to mine. His hands were warm and firm, but gentle at that moment. Not like the night before, when he had throw me down onto the bed and had his vile, wicked way with me. Oooh, I shiver just thinking of it.
No, today his hands were loving and tender as they came to rest on my hips and I felt his warm breath against my ear.
“Grell,” he said. “You’ve done enough washing up. Please, let me finish up.”
“Oh Bassy, don’t be silly,” I replied. “Washing up is the job of the lady of the house. Sit down and I’ll be finished in a jiffy.”
It was then that I felt his hands move from my hips and around to my stomach, caressing me gently as I scrubbed at a teacup.
“You’ve done so much for me,” he whispered. My knees were already trembling, let me tell you. “You’ve been so good for me, Grell. Perhaps even good enough for a reward.”
Oh Diary, his words were like sweet, sweet nectar to me. Like the feel of silk and fur under naked, vulnerable skin. I felt weak and giddy all at once, but… I had washing up to do.
“No, my love,” I chided gently, swatting his hands away. “There are still so many dishes to clean. You will have to wait.”
“I can’t wait, Grell,” he said and I felt his hands back on my waist - only this time they were hard and rough; not gentle at all. He spun me round and moved in close. OH! The thrill of his dark, red, dangerous gaze; the way his hair fell handsomely in front of his eyes; the brutal grip on my body as he pushed me hard up against the sink. It was almost too much.
“I need you, Grell. There isn’t a second that goes by that I don’t need you. You are all I think about when I have to spend all day slaving over that brat. I can’t wait a moment longer, my love. I must have you now.”
Diary. Oh, Diary. I cannot express the level to which my heart soared. It was me he thought of every day - not the miserable kid. It was I who set his heart aflame - so much so that he couldn’t wait. I had only three more dishes to clean but it was three too many. He wanted me now.
He lifted me from the floor and perched me on the edge of the sink, moving between my legs as the soap bubbles soaked the seat of my dress. It was my best dress, too, but I didn’t care - all I wanted in that moment was for him to take me. To ravish me and claim me like the wild beast he is.
Oh, and what an animal he was. What a demon. He found his way to my neck and kissed me there. He kissed me and bit me so hard I cried out. I was a helpless maiden and he was here to claim me. It was all I could do to keep from falling into a faint.
His hands were all over me, running coarsely over my chest and stomach, before finally finding their way under my skirt. I was aroused already and he could tell.
“You’re a filthy little slut, aren’t you?” he growled.
“Oh…” I said. “No. I’m innocent and pure, good sir. Please be gentle with me.”
He brought his hand to my womanly place and touched me painfully. “You don’t want me to be gentle, do you, Grell?” he asked. I gasped and squirmed delightedly against him. “You want me to hurt you and treat you like the whore you are.”
Oh Diary, how could I say no to this magnificent stallion? How could I refuse when everything in me wanted to submit to him completely?
“Don’t you, Grell?” he asked again and all I could do was nod.
“Yes, my love. My dear Bassy. Treat me like the dirty little tramp I am. Show me who’s boss and make it hurt.”
He swooped in again to take another bite at my exposed flesh and I felt his hand squeeze tight around me and I thought my body might explode at any minute…
… And then Will woke me up.
Apparently sleeping during overtime is frowned-upon.
He really is no fun. Diary, what should I do with him?
Signing off for now. Ta-ta.
Grell.
xxx