Dance with the Devil (Sebastian x reader)

Welcome to the Phantomhive Manor

(Ciel’s pov)

I sighed as I leaned back against the soft seats inside the carriage. Today had been most exhausting. Madam Red had stopped by unannounced during breakfast and had practically dragged me to the market for shopping. Her visit had forced me to re-schedule my meeting with Mr Damian, the scrum that was the head of my company. Mr Damian was a pretence, greedy man that falsely played people into giving him what he desired. He was more for entertainment than really anything else. Hardly a worthy opponent for any of my games and not worth the time either. 

Noticing the carriage window was open I took the chance to find out when I’d have the displeasure of seeing Mr Damian. 

“Sebastian.” I inquired. Over the sound of the horses hooves grinding against the stones, my butler replied. “Yes my lord?” 

“When will Mr Damian be visiting us?” Hearing my annoyed tone at the idea, Sebastian chuckled lightly and his humour was still there in his voice as he spoke. “I re-scheduled for this coming Friday my lord. Which works much better for you as you only have 3 lessons on a Friday.” Today was Wednesday so he’d be there in two days time. Sighing I ended our conversation with a ’Very well.’ 

Though the man was unpleasant I could have my fun with him. Smiling I started to think of what I could do to make the scrum bag scream in fear. My thoughts were brought to a halt as the carriage suddenly stopped. “What in the?!” I yelled lightly as I stepped out of the carriage. Sebastian was still sitting on the coachman’s seat and for whatever reason he’d brought the horses to a stand still. Feeling myself become confused and slightly annoyed I raised my voice to him. 

“What the bloodly hell are you doing Sebastain?! What is the meaning of this-” I stopped in mid sentence as my head followed to where my butler’s eyes were focused on. A young woman lay motionless on the side of the road with no visible signs of being alive. My eyes widened and I was about to make my way over to her when I realised Sebastian had beaten me to it. He knelt down beside her body and turned her onto her back. She was a rather pretty girl, with brown long curly hair and very soft facial features. Tearing my eyes away from her face I took notice of her clothing. She was wearing a checked shirt that normally a man would wear, some kind of cotton over coat and a very short black skirt that relieved her smooth pale legs. 

I felt a blush spread across my cheeks as I looked at her legs. What kind of a woman would wear something that relieving? Not only were her ankles showing but all the way up to her mid thigh was out for anyone to see. Refusing to look near her again in case I’d blush again I asked Sebastian. “I-Is she alright?” Sebastian was to busy with the girl for him to have taken notice to my shutter, thank god. Not looking at me my butler responded after checking her pulse. 

“Yes my lord. Her pulse is steady but faint though she has a slight fever.” Nodding my cheeks finally cooled down and I cleared my throat. “Alright then, well hurry up and get her into the carriage its getting late and I’d like to get home before dark.” Keeping my composure I walked back to the carriage and opened the door, but before I stepped in I noticed Sebastian’s surprised face at my command. I raised an eyebrow at him and looked at him questioningly.

“What? You think I’d leave a poor, defenceless girl on the road? I may be cruel but I have a heart.” Entering the carriage I heard yet another chuckle from my butler. Taking place on my seat I couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to this young girl. Could it be a new case for us to solve? But either way this could be interesting.

(Sebastian’s pov)

As ordered by my master I lifted the young lady into my arms and took her into the carriage, placing her on the seat across from the young master. It was a small task for me to handle so it wasn’t long before the carriage was moving again. While driving I started to wonder about our new guest. She was a fine looking woman but it isn’t my place to say such things or to be thinking them. Her clothing was rather strange. Wearing men’s clothing wasn’t something seen everyday and as for her skirt…well it wasn’t exactly what I’d call appropriate for a lady at her youth. In fact it wasn’t appropriate for any lady to wear at all expect for when she was with her lover.