A Demons Mate

What do I do

The ride into the city passed in relative silence. Ciel had brought the paperwork that he had been unable to look at due to the arrival of the Queen's messengers. This gave Serena ample time to mull over the happenings in the library this morning. The earl noticed how she would fidget every once in a while, seriously thinking about something. Emotions would pass over her face at a rapid rate whenever she shifted in her seat before going back to staring at the passing scenery.

'I can't believe he did that. I can't believe that I almost fell for it. Thank God that Mei-Rin is such a klutz.'

Serena chewed on her thumbnail as she admitted that what made her the most uncomfortable had been that Sebastian was right about everything. There was a part of her that wanted him to touch her and wanted to touch him.

'He had to have upped his game in there. I've been around him for days and haven't felt like that. I mean, yeah, I noticed that he was sinfully attractive. Pun intended. What else would you expect of the devil? But still, this morning was like a straight smack in the hormones. Almost like they were saying, "Hey, look at that and he's giving you open access! You just have to make that last little step. What are you waiting for?" The red head shifted in her seat again and didn't notice the irritated look Ciel shot at her. 'Do I want open access to him? It's unlike me. There has to be more than just sex. Oh, but I bet the sex would be good. He is talking a forever thing, which doesn't make me feel so much like a whore, but I'm still not sure what all he wants from me. And how do I get home, especially if he's talking a forever thing. Do I even want to go back home? Of course I have to go back home. I wasn't born in this time period and there must be a reason for that. But, there's a reason that I'm here too. Maybe I'm not supposed to go back. No, that can't be it. Sebastian was telling me about when he'll go home. Home is Hell, right? He can't expect me to go there in this forever scenario of his. I'm not Mother Teresa but I don't think I deserve to go to hell. Does that mean that I would have to die? Would he kill me to keep me? Okay, now I've officially freaked myself out.'

"Are you going to have any of your hand left by the time that we reach Undertaker's parlor?"

Ciel's voice shocked Serena out of her mental tailspin. She blushed when she realized what he was talking about. Chewing on her thumb had been a habit she thought she had broken in childhood. Dropping her hand in her lap, she went back to looking at the edges of the city they were entering.

"So, what is your problem now?" The teen huffed as he put his papers back into the leather case at his feet.

"I think I need to go to church more often." She mumbled depressed.

"What?" Ciel looked at her as though she had lost her mind.

"Nothing. Just demon issues."

"I highly doubt the church will help you. Unless you try to seek sanctuary." The earl scoffed. "Even then, they'll probably think that you're insane and send you to Bedlam instead. This is the age of reason."

"True, but it was still worth the thought."

"No, it wasn't. God isn't going to help you, Serena. Figure it out yourself." He looked out the window, the discussion closed as far as he was concerned.

"Not bitter or anything, are you?"