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Feb 3][Black Butler]
Title: Illusion
Day/Theme: 3) Witching hour
Series: Black Butler
Character/Pairing: Lizzie/Ciel?, Sebastian?
Rating: R for sex
Excerpt: It didn't matter how many times it was done. Lizzie still sat up in bed, hands wrung around the bed sheets, staring dewy eyed and anxious of Ciel walking towards her. His bare legs as pale as the loose white shirt he wore. It blinded when the candlelight illuminated his form.
Lizzie had a natural way of being loud but whenever he laid his hand- always starting at her cheek- she chocked.
Any worry, that he was acting on the duties of a man unto his wife expected of him, evaporated along with her voice.
The words she could have said were strangled into gasps, soft sighs in the dark. Her body a twitching, palpitated mass, feeling fire, wheezing breathes, and her spirit knocked out of her. Eyes rolled in the back of her head, blinking in and out of consciousness.
And -always- when he was done, she became a temporary paraplegic, wondering how he could move out of the room while she couldn't at all.
X
The clock chimed exactly twelve times, sparking Ciel out of his doze at the desk. He knit his brows at what he had been writing. The neat pristine letters had, like a heart monitor gone flat line, degenerated into a long scrawled line.
"It's become very late, Master."
Ciel didn't peek up at the sound of his own voice addressing him. His frown throbbed into a deeper frown before speaking. "You finished earlier than ususal." He licked his thumb and paged through documents.
Sebastian gracefully ignored the young man, smiling slyly, clashing with Ciel's expression. "You need to try it sometime."
"I have no interest in. . ." Ciel subconsciously fingered the eyepatch, covering his eye stamped by the contract.
". . .in such things." His dour expression dulled thinking of the scar on his back.
"It is a gentleman's duty to father an heir."
Ciel looked up finally, his face fell, not expecting, and unused to seeing his own face staring at him outside of a mirror.
And smiling.
". . .unless you would like me to fulfill that duty as well."
"Is this your way of complaining, Sebastian?"
Sebastian bared teeth, a slight gleam amused by the verbal throw. "Not at all. I was just considering that Lizzie would want a part of you. . ." (for when that time comes)
Ciel glared betwixt tired. He sighed, lazing back in his chair- still too large for him even as an adult- and laid his head on his shoulder. "I suppose I don't have to fully undress."
Day/Theme: 3) Witching hour
Series: Black Butler
Character/Pairing: Lizzie/Ciel?, Sebastian?
Rating: R for sex
Excerpt: It didn't matter how many times it was done. Lizzie still sat up in bed, hands wrung around the bed sheets, staring dewy eyed and anxious of Ciel walking towards her. His bare legs as pale as the loose white shirt he wore. It blinded when the candlelight illuminated his form.
Lizzie had a natural way of being loud but whenever he laid his hand- always starting at her cheek- she chocked.
Any worry, that he was acting on the duties of a man unto his wife expected of him, evaporated along with her voice.
The words she could have said were strangled into gasps, soft sighs in the dark. Her body a twitching, palpitated mass, feeling fire, wheezing breathes, and her spirit knocked out of her. Eyes rolled in the back of her head, blinking in and out of consciousness.
And -always- when he was done, she became a temporary paraplegic, wondering how he could move out of the room while she couldn't at all.
X
The clock chimed exactly twelve times, sparking Ciel out of his doze at the desk. He knit his brows at what he had been writing. The neat pristine letters had, like a heart monitor gone flat line, degenerated into a long scrawled line.
"It's become very late, Master."
Ciel didn't peek up at the sound of his own voice addressing him. His frown throbbed into a deeper frown before speaking. "You finished earlier than ususal." He licked his thumb and paged through documents.
Sebastian gracefully ignored the young man, smiling slyly, clashing with Ciel's expression. "You need to try it sometime."
"I have no interest in. . ." Ciel subconsciously fingered the eyepatch, covering his eye stamped by the contract.
". . .in such things." His dour expression dulled thinking of the scar on his back.
"It is a gentleman's duty to father an heir."
Ciel looked up finally, his face fell, not expecting, and unused to seeing his own face staring at him outside of a mirror.
And smiling.
". . .unless you would like me to fulfill that duty as well."
"Is this your way of complaining, Sebastian?"
Sebastian bared teeth, a slight gleam amused by the verbal throw. "Not at all. I was just considering that Lizzie would want a part of you. . ." (for when that time comes)
Ciel glared betwixt tired. He sighed, lazing back in his chair- still too large for him even as an adult- and laid his head on his shoulder. "I suppose I don't have to fully undress."