We Stitch These Wounds (A Black Butler *Sebastian* FanFiction)

Chapter 33: That Japan Life Though

•Mallory•

"Ugh, I'm so tired. And I've been in this wedding dress for hours!" I complain, falling back on the bed.

This is a nice hotel.

Sebastian sighs, removing his coat. "Tell me about it."

"You haven't been in a dress though."

"You don't have to keep it on, you know." He smirks.

"Shut up. I'm too lazy to even move."

"I'm hungry." He says, walking over to the bed.

He unties his tie, and unbuttons the first few buttons on his shirt, then falls face first on the bed.

"Well what do you want to eat, then?" I ask, staring at the ceiling.

"You." He smirks.

"Oh God, no. I'm good."

"You don't have to be so freaked out about everything, now. I mean we're married." He says.

"I know. I'm just used to reacting that way."

"Mhm."

"Dude, I haven't even taken my shoes off yet. That's sad." I say, sitting up to unlace my combat boots; which are hurting my feet quite a bit.

"I'm suddenly not tired anymore. Did you drug me?" I ask, now feeling hyper.

"No. You're just excited, probably."

Whatever, man.

I get up, and go sit on the couch.

I turn the TV on, and American Horror Story is on.  Sebastian comes in and sits beside me.

"I ship Tate and Violet so hard." I say.

That really makes me think about the shit that's about to go down tonight, and there's no way getting out of it.

I'm too scared and lazy, okay?

Like, honey no.

He's going to murder the last bit of innocence I have left, and I'm strangely okay with it.

"Hey, Mal?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Sebastian."

"What time is it?" I ask.

"11:30. Almost midnight." He answers.

Oh, okay then. I'm getting more nervous as the time goes by.

I could just pretend to be tired or something...

"That's it, I've gotta get out of this fucking wedding dress. I'll be right back."

I get up, and walk to the bedroom. I grab the first thing I can find; one of Sebastian's shirts. I mean they are comfortable.

I reach behind my back, to try and unzip the dress.

It's stuck.

"Ugh! Sebastiaaannn! The zipper's stuck!" I call out, rolling my eyes.