14 Days [Ciel Phantomhive x Reader]

Day 3

Your condition was slowly worsening, although it was only you whom could tell the difference, it was as though this mysterious illness was hiding from the rest of the world, tormenting you from the inside. It was only Ciel that truly noticed.

Elizabeth had visited this morning, convincing Ciel to leave the both of you so that you could have a little girls time. With this time she covered you now reasonably pale skin with little bits of blusher and foundation, Ciel hated the stuff, believing that it only covered up the purity that you owned.

He had peaked his head in a few time, obviously not wanting the lively blonde to lather you with such unneeded things. She curled your hair, grinning cheekily at you as she placed accessories within your (h/c) locks. You pouted, although you couldn't say that you weren't enjoying yourself, it was nice to be around a girl your own age for once. You were seventeen in a few weeks, a year younger than your lover.

As the day came to a close, Elizabeth took her leave and Ciel almost immediately entered the room, even with you so close he had felt lonely the entire day,he was thankful of Elizabeth's visit but he truly wished to be the one making you laugh like she had. His brows furrowed at what she had done to your pretty face, pale lipstick, blue eye shadow and all sorts of other things that the boy don't like. He scoffed before leaving once more.

You bit you lip with worry, you hadn't though it looked that bad.

The Earl returned not a minute later with a wash cloth in hand, kneeling before your sitting form upon the bed. He didn't say anything as he slide the cloth gently over your cheeks, wiping away the fake layer.

"Close your eyes," he whispered and you quickly did as you were told. The setting sun was peaking through the curtains, causing your silhouette to display itself upon the wall, along with Ciel's kneeling form.

You adored his gentle touches as he swiped the wet cloth over your eyelids, peeling away the blue eye shadow. He sighed at the sight, you were so stunning to him, and he didn't know why you felt the need to cover up, the two of you had yet to make love and yet he had a feeling that even with your clothes off you would be the most glorious  thing his eye ever beheld. Finally he came to your lips, the lips he had come to need a touch every day, they were his life source, you were his reason.

He glanced up, realising that your eyes had indeed opened over the time spent gazing upon the perfection that he knew as you. Slowly he dragged the cloth along your lips, the paint coming off with one clean swipe.

You smiled dreamily at him, opening your mouth to whisper a thank you but your words were cut short, his lips silencing you as he rose from his place on the floor, his hands cupping your cheeks as the passionate exchange turned to one of desperation, so many emotions were displayed into the kiss and you quickly became dilirious. His tongue swooped in swiftly, mapping out the area he had become so very familiar with.

In mere moments you found yourself on your back, the young boy straddling you as his hand slid along your divine body, touching you in all the ways that made you breathless. His touch was heaven, heat spread along your form like a raging fire and everything you ever knew was replaced with him.  Ciel's lips left your own and he breathed against your neck, his hands grasped your own, pinning them above your head before tracing the delicate skin of your arms and then interlocking your fingers. You gasped as he presses his lips to your collar bone, the feel of his teeth as they scraped against your skin has you seeing stars. Perhaps tonight would be the night.

Perhaps you would become his, heart, body and soul. You were ready for this, you were so ready.

And that's when the nausea hit you like lightning, your head began to spin and you breathing become heavy and broken. Ciel one blue eye caught your own (e/c) eyes as you struggled for air, he seemed perplexed when you pushed him away from you and stumbled to the bathroom, throwing your guts up into the wash basin, your chest heaving.

You felt his hand delve into your hair, combing it back from your face and holding it in place as you trembled and gagged beneath him. The blue eyed boy could only wait for your sobs and chokes to die down, the awful smell of puke clogging up his senses and yours.

As time passed you fell back against the boy, his arms circling your waist, his nose against your neck. "Ciel..." "I'll have Sebastian clean it up," he interrupted, "Just rest (Y/N). Just rest."