Dear Ciel

Chapter seventeen;

        I sit where I sit everyday, in my office. Lately, as I do work, Ciel sits in the chair on the other side of the table and does what ever he pleases until I'm done. He usually just reads or stares off into space. It's become natural. 

        I look up from my paper to see him staring right at me. Does he want something?

 ''Do you need something?'' I ask.

 ''N-no.'' He stutters.

        I wonder what is up with him. He usually is able to keep his composure around me. He seems unsettled. He probably just wants to ask me if he may eat cake, or something of the sort. 

 ''Are you sure?'' I ask.

         He nods his head. That is my cue to go back to my work. But, I still feel him staring at me. If he needs something he can just say it, no need to be bashful. 

 ''Sebastian.'' I hear him whisper.

 ''Yes?'' I ask.

 ''I have a question.''

 ''And, that is?''

        He twiddles his hands and his face grows red. What could possibly be so embarrassing? 

 ''Well, I wanted to ask if you, um, ever had desires. Um, desires to do 'things' with me.'' He says,covering his face.

        Now I feel my face grow red. Why would he ask something like that? How do I reply? I always fount him alluring but, I can't put it into words exactly. It's a simple yes or no question and here I am acting as if it's between life and death. But, what happens if I say yes and he finds it disturbing? 

 ''Well, yes. Have you?'' I ask.

''Possibly.'' He barely manages to whisper. 

        An awkward silence fills the room after that. I go back to my paper work and he goes back to his staring off into space. 

        That settles it. 

        Later on that night, I heard someone calling my name from our bedroom. I walked up from my chair and walked down the hall, and into the bedroom. I close the door behind me. 

        Ciel is laying on the bed,fully dressed but, doing a pose? What is he trying to do? 

 ''Are you okay?'' I ask,with concern. 

''Yes.''

''Then, what are you doing?''

 ''Doing an alluring pose.''        

        I nearly choke after he said that. Did he just say that with a straight face? I don't know how to react in this situation. 

        I walk over to him and sit on the end of the bed. I look to him and reach my hand to his forehead. He doesn't seem to have a fever. What could cause him to act in such a manner? 

 ''I don't know what to do.'' I say.

 ''I think you're suppose to kiss me, I could be wrong though. I just started reading a novel and I didn't finish to see how it turns out in the end.'' 

        I guess I am suppose to kiss him. That's easy. I lean in and kiss him,on the lips. After a few minutes, the kiss ends.

 ''I think your toughen was suppose to be in my mouth.'' He says, blushing redder then an apple. 

        I lean in, once again. This is my first time doing this. I can't promise it will be pleasant. Our lips met and after a little while, I slipped my toughen in his mouth. I felt his toughen play around with  mine. I lean in more and more, until I am practically hovering over his small body. 

        The kiss ends and we are left staring at each other. Again. 

 ''Now what?'' I ask.

 ''I don't know, this is where I left off in the novel. Haven't you read any romance novels?''

 ''Not that I recall.''

 ''Oh.''

        What am I suppose to do? I never done this before. After a few seconds of thinking, I know what I can do.

        I slide my hands up his shirt, making him jump. I then take off his shirt, I then take off mine. I didn't think this for, what do I do now?

        Ciel wraps his hands around my neck and kisses me, immediately pushing his toughen into my mouth. I run my hands in through his slick hair. Our kiss deepens and in the whole thing, I lost my pants. Also, Ciel lost his. 

        My kisses lead down his neck and down his stomach. I feel two hands touch my face.

 ''How about we wait for a some time, okay?'' He asks.

 ''Yes.''

        I bring the blanket and cover both of us. I don't mind that we didn't go any farther, I don't think we are prepared for that, considering this all happen out of a spark from a romance novel. 

        The very thought of him planning this is too funny. He really is something else. He may seem very solemn and earnest but, deep down he is a child. That may be one of his best qualities. 

        I pull Ciel closer to me and wrap my arms around him. He lays his head upon my bare chest and soundly falls asleep. I hear the slight snore escape his mouth, like every night. I have grown very fond to the little things he does, like his snoring, eating habits, his staring, and much much more. He is simply perfect. He is one of a kind.

        Just to think, this sleeping boy next to me has been through so much. I wouldn't be able to go through what he has. For such a fragile boy, he is collected. It truly amazes me. 

        I feel him move a little and toss around. He must be having a nightmare. Before I know it, he shoots up and starts to scream. 

        I pull him into an embrace. I can feel him tremble and shake; I can hear him sniffle and cry. 

 ''You're okay. You're okay.'' I reassure him. 

        He wraps his arms around me and cries. I allow this, knowing he needs to let it out. He needs to cry, he needs to know it is perfectly okay to cry over things. 

        He settles down and looks up at me, with wet eyes.

 ''I'm sorry.'' He says.

 ''Don't be.''

 ''Sebastian.''

 ''Yes?''

 ''I love you.''

 ''I love you, as well.''