His Caged Owl

Fluff and Passion

Sorry for the delay on updates, but I am back.
Cheesy cliche ahead, you have been warned.
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Narrative

Just a month and 2 weeks had passed since her last case. Children no longer captured from the streets, or loving homes, parents barely worried now. The Queen was given her report and she left, all was simply back to the way before, all normal except for one detail, minor to her, major to her partner.

She had changed, nightmares consumed her slumber, she barely ate, talked or even moved from the manor. He could tell she had changed, the case had been more than her conscience could bare and she had fallen into darkness she swore to never go back to. One night he finally had enough of her new state of being, a demon has no need for emotions, yet they had manifested inside him for this human and have caused him, for once in centuries, confusion and even worry.

~Flashback~

Sebastian had tucked in both his master's, though his Mistress took longer, she refused to go to sleep, he had to trick her. He gave her a massage as she sat in her desk chair looking over already sighed documents, his touches put her already tired mind to sleep, he carried her to her room, tucked her in, even kissed her cheek and left. Not even an hour later he rushed into her room due to her yelling for him when he got there she was tossing and turning, covered in sweat, her hair clung to her neck and cheeks as she gripped the sheets in a blind sleepy panic, she whimpered and whined, calling out for the demon with worry.

He took long strides to her bed side and began shaking her, she jolted awake and intently clung to him with tears falling from her now dull but blood shot (E/C) eyes, she wrapped her arms around his slender waist as he pet her head softly, moving her damp hair from her neck and face soothing her the best he could. She cried into his chest for an hour when it calmed down to mere sniffles his voice spoke softly "Let us get you clean. A bath will help." He picked her up slowly, already in a fragile state, he worried even the slightest motion could break her.

He drew her bath, even added bubbles, stripped her gently and dunked her into the calm warm water. He washed her hair smoothly, cleaned her sweaty body gently, spoke calm words to her as she fully woke up. Once finished he dried her off, got fresh clothes for her and right back to bed. Though he didn't leave the room after, he laid next to her as requested, he read to her till she fell asleep once more.

That morning she denied it ever happening, hating that he saw her like that, weak, easily distraught she held her head high during the day but for the next month she was holding back the truth, prideful and powerful during the day, weak and meek prey at night.

~End~

He had made plans, to get her mind off of passed events, he order the servants to watch the manor as he and their master took their leave for the day, Ciel was at Lady Elizabeths'. Once in the carriage the took off to London his plan set in motion.

A shopping trip was first on his list, his master wasn't really pampered, he cared for her necessities, but not truly spoiled... other then an extra slice of cake now and then. He had done the math and splurging some money wouldn't harm her, though getting her to accept would be bothersome.

She had reacted as he predicted, refusing up front, but once he mocked her, suggested she was acting like a child she stomped her foot, gave in and spoiled herself for the day. He had the new items she bought sent to the manor and his next step started.

A picnic far on a hill over looking London with a giant patch of multicolored flowers under a willow tree. A nice breeze blew as they sat and talked. No serious words passed her lips, the conversations were basic, they teased each other playfully, even went as far as impersonating each other, both chuckled at the attempts shared kisses and cuddles. Though for once he could not read her as he had before, she had a mask on, not shower her true self as she always had. He brought it up to her, she shot the idea down childishly and crossed her arms.

When night fell she cuddled up to him for warmth but never looked at him, he held her close, laid his head on hers as they leaned against the tree and waited for the stars to twinkle about. She finally spoke, but her voice was broken "What I did... it was wrong wasn't it?" He was taken aback for a second, letting her words sink in before speaking "No. As you said they were to far gone, you put them out of their misery, and saved the families from suffering with them." He kissed her hair gently "Am I a monster for what I did?" She leaned into him more. Finally venting out her fears and frustrations to the devil next to her "Would it hurt you if you were?" He answered with a question only for her to tear up and cry into his chest "No..." her voice broke "...half of me knows it was right but the other half refuses to accept it... it calls me a monster... says I'm horrible and need to be punished... but why? Why do I need to be punished if what I did was ok!?" She screamed into his unbeating chest "Humans feel the need to self punish when it isn't truly needed, some feel they are useless without an unjustified punishment towards themselves. That part of you is demanding to be listened to, you have ignored it for so long, when the moment finally came where it had an opening to resurface, it took it and hasn't stopped." He paused as he pushed her away gently and forced her to look at him "You are no monster for feeling this way, it isn't wrong to feel this way either, it is just a bump in your road to a better life, not a mountain you are unprepared for." He kissed her cheek.

A few more moments had passed and she calmed down and cuddled up to him for comfort. He still couldn't read her, but he knew she had finally gotten away from those thoughts, that that his words had reached her, pierced the darkness she was surrounded by, ironically he was her light for now.

About a year of this odd relation ship, the two didn't mind. She cared for her demon, even if it ended in hell... or his stomach (which was most likely) she didn't care. She cherished him, was glad to be his next meal and satisfy his hunger in the future, they didn't talk about the relationship aloud, though they knew all to well it was there, they showed affection, let the other know they cared, though it had gone farther then kisses. The most intimate they had been was, well he bathed her and trailed kisses over her body when he dried her off, though those were rare times she liked them and longed to feel more of his touch. She blushed at the thought of herself shivering under him as he traced his hands up and down her body, kissing every inch she had to offer "You are flustered, what are you thinking in that head of yours?" He chuckled darkly as he nuzzled her hair with his cheek "Me!? Blushing no!" She stammered blushing more.

He chuckled again pulling away "Come now, was it something... dirty?" He looked at her with an odd glint to his blood red eyes, they even flashes pink for a second "Like I'd tell you." She turned her head trying to calm her cheeks "Shall I guess?" He questioned putting his hand up under his chin to think "It wasn't about Viscount Druitt was it?" Those words send visible nasty shivers up her spine "Never!" She spat with venom "Perhapes Undertaker?" He leaned back against the tree "No way! Stop guessing!" She looked at him with shock "Then who would have you so flushed and embarrassed, I know I am capable-" he trailed off and looked at her. She had finally calmed her cheeks only for them to flare up again "Shut it!" She stood up in a blank rage only to lose balance and fall atop him, he didn't move though, the tree held him. She had fallen with her legs on either side of him, she came up to just below his chest, curse her height, why was he so tall anyway "Such a naughty girl." He whispered just above her ear causing her to squeak, she moved to get up but his hand snaked around her waist as he held her against him "How long have you thought of me in such in pure ways my dear?" He chuckled devilishly "Like a lady would spill such secrets." She huffed looking at him with narrow eyes "I suppose not." He inquired before placing his lips atop hers in a passionfilled kiss, she placed her hands around is neck deepening the kiss.