Tainted (Sebastian x Reader's Butler x Reader x Ciel)

Goodnight

   Your POV

   "Anyway," You said, kind of shocked by your own actions. You looked down and turned away. "I'm going to retire for the night." You said. Damien nodded, still dazed from your hug.

   You walked up the stairs and made your way to your bedroom, your Butler close behind. You found your door and opened it. You sat on your King sized bed and waited for Damien to get your nightwear. He placed it neatly next to you and you stood for him to unzip the back of the dress. You blushed as you felt your back suddenly become exposed.

   "I-I'll dress myself tonight, Damien." You stuttered, blushing. Damien nodded and dismissed himself. You sighed in relief and fell back on your bed. After a few breaths, you stood up and undressed yourself, before sliding on your nightgown. When you finished, you called Damien back in. 

   "Yes, Milady?" He asked, opening the door and walking in. You lay down in the bed on your side, pulling the duvet over you. 

   "Stay with me until I fall asleep." You ordered. Damien nodded and sat on an armchair opposite your bed. He picked up your hand and held it gently, causing you to heat up a little bit. You closed your eyes and tried to go to sleep.

   Damien's POV

   You could feel her blood pumping through her veins as she fell asleep. You studied her features, noticing for the billionth time how stunning she was. You sighed and delicately stroked her hand. Leaning in, you could smell her delicious soul, spiced with the scars of pain. Closing your eyes, you inhaled, trying to restrain yourself from doing something you'll regret. However, when you opened your eyes, you couldn't help it anymore. 

   "Demons aren't meant to fall in love..." You whispered as you kissed her sweetly. Traces of her soul lined her lips, making you enjoy it even more. You smiled against her lips at the floaty sensation you felt. Your hand trailed up her arm and to her face, cupping her cheek as you ended the kiss. (Y/N) stirred in her sleep slightly as you pulled away, her eyebrows furrowing. You laughed and stroked her face, "I need you, My Butterfly."

   ~

   Your POV

   You woke up to a bright light shining on your face. Groaning quietly, you turned over and put a pillow over your face.

   "Five more minutes..." You moaned. You heard a laugh come from the side of your bed. You suddenly felt the duvet being pulled off you, a wave of cold air flew over you.

   "You must wake up, My Lady." Damien told you. You got goosebumps, from both the cold and the sound of your handsome Butler's voice. "You have received letters."

   You slowly sat up and rubbed your eyes, yawning -which Damien would describe as adorable. Pulling your nightgown over your knees and curling up into a ball, Damien placed your tea tray next to you. You picked up your tea and sipped it. The morning flavour slightly altered the taste, but it was still nice nonetheless. You looked up at Damien as he handed you a bunch of letters.

   Taking them from him, you looked through them.

   "Ball, dinner, ball, ball, dinner, important meeting... pfft, okay." You said sarcastically as you threw them all in the air. Damien caught each one, smirking. You stopped as you held a pure white letter with the Royal Seal. Tearing it open, you unfolded it and read Her Majesty's neat writing, reading it out loud so that your Butler can hear you, "My Dearest (Y/N), a case of utmost importance is upsetting me greatly. I need you to find information on it and report to me directly."

   "I will start preparations right away." Damien turned to leave, but you grabbed his wrist as you carried on.

   "For this case, you will be staying at the Phantomhive Manor until the case is closed. As my Guard Dog, Ciel Phantomhive will be assisting you in this case. Your job in this case is to find information for both Ciel and I. All the best, Queen Victoria." You finished, sighing. You hated socialising. 

   You knew Ciel Phantomhive, not personally though. You heard that he was like you, but his company outranked yours. Funtom was the top company in Europe, whereas yours was second most popular. Even though hadn't met him, you despised him.

   Correction: You hated people.

   Obviously excluding Damien.