What Have I Become?

Chapter 9: The Heated Catastrophe.

(Warning! Possible lemon!)
(Your POV)

"Eva! It's time to wake up yes it is!" I slowly opened my eyes to a very awake Mey-Rin. I sat up and tried to rub the lack of sleep from my eyes. "What time is it?"

She walked over to the windows and pulled the curtains back. "It's about six a.m. my lady, time to get up." I slipped on my slippers and sluggishly walked to the washroom. I opened the door and walked to the sink.

I looked up into the mirror, fearing for what I would see. 'My lord, if there were ever a ghoul outbreak I would be the first one shot.' I looked at my reflection. Hair sticking up and knotted everywhere. Makeup smeared here and there.

I looked like a wreck. 'Well, so much for beauty sleep.' I washed my face and my teeth and exited the bathroom. I came up to the wardrobe and picked up a maids uniform. As if on queue "My lady, do you need help dressing again?" Sebastian.

"Uhh, yes please." He walked in with a blind fold tied around his eyes. I slipped on the corset, and like before a few breathless moment filled yanks later he was finished. He turned me around and helped me into my dress and took off the blind fold.

"My lady, would you like to help me prepare the young masters breakfast?" How could I possibly say no to that face? "Of course Sebastian." He opened the door and lead me to the kitchen. "What are we making?"

He turned and gave me a mischievous grin. "Something quite unusual and very hard to make."

"Chocolate chip pancakes." Seriously? I can make pancakes in my sleep. "Oh my" I placed a hand over my heart dramatically. "How ever will we manage?"

He gave me a smirk. "I guess we'll have to work together, for the young masters sake." He slid me a wink. "Alright, first things first. We need flour." He walked over to the cupboards and opened the cabinet revealing the flour.

He then grabbed a bowl, eggs, milk, sugar, and of course chocolate chips. He brought the ingredients back and sat them on the table. How the hell did he carry all that in one hand without dropping it?

He seemed to notice me staring. "Is there something wrong my lady?" I looked at him while raising a brow. "How in the hell did you carry all that in one hand, without dropping it might I add." He chuckled and bowed.

"Such language from a young lady. And I am just simply one hell of a Butler." He thought his little joke was hilarious. I need one. "I need a witty catch phrase like yours."

He pulled a finger up to his chin in thought. "What about 'I'm simply one hell of a beautiful creature, who's eyes sparkle like the stars?" I giggled a little.

"Ehh, that doesn't really say 'fear me'." He looked at me and snapped. "My lady, why not keep it simple and use mine, with your own twist of course."

"I'm simply one hell of a maid, I like it." He grabbed my hands and pulled me closer. "I like the way that rolls off your tongue my dear." He pressed his body up to mine and bit my neck.

A quiet moan escaped my lips. "Mmmmm, S-sebastain, shouldn't w-we umm." He picked me up and sat me down on the counter wrapping my legs around his torso, pulling us closer if that were possible. He laid his hand on my knee and slowly but gently made his way up to my thigh, pushing my dress out of the way. He then dug his nails into my skin, resulting in me letting another moan slip. I'm done.