The Pureblood...Demon?!

Chapter 13

"Sebastian, what is this?"

"Young Master, I do believe it is as you see. I am allowing Ivy to sleep in my bed as you should be needing more sleep and space in your own bed."

"Did I ever give you permission to move her?"

"You were asleep, Young Master, I saw no reason to wake you for something so trivial."

"Sebastian..."

"Good morning you two."

I yawn and look around. As of right now, I seem to be cuddled up to a sitting up Sebby while in Sebby's bed. Seeing that I went to sleep in Ciel's bed, I have no idea why I am here. Furthermore, since I was moved in my sleep, shouldn't I have woken up? It is rather alarming to know that I am this vulnerable while sleeping... Perhaps I should stop sleeping as much, that or get the problem fixed. But how to get that fixed...

"Good morning, Ivy. How was your sleep?"

"It was fine, thanks for asking."

"Ivy, come here."

"Eh? Ciel? Why?"

"Ivy..."

"Alright, alright. I'm moving."

Untangling my legs from the sheets, which I'm curious on how that happened, I sit up and position my feet above the floor. Slowly, I slide of the bed and let my feet touch the hardwood flooring. Immediately, I regret my decision, and a hiss escapes my mouth. Crud...

"...Ivy, did you just hiss?"

"...The floor was cold. Nothing to concern yourself about, Sebby."

"No, I do believe that this is a rather an interesting fact to ponder about."

"...Please ignore that."

I stood up, now expecting the chilly floor, and sluggishly walked to Ciel. Lazily, I slump onto the bed, still somehow keeping my 'lady' posture. I blame all the lessons I took while training in my younger years. One should never underestimate a butler and their training...

I look over at Ciel, who is now sitting to the direct left of me, and turn my body so that I am facing him. He has bed hair and no eye patch, seeing that he just woke from his slumber. Slumber... hehehe, I'm turning into a scholar! Well, that or a poet that is obsessed with flowy words.

I reach over to his bedside table and take the comb that is laying upon it. Bringing it to his hair, I begin to comb while running my fingers down the short length of his hair. His hair feels as it were a multitude of feathers, soft and silky. Continuing to comb his hair, I notice him leaning into my hands. Huh, so I suppose that both parties enjoy hair being petting... that's nice...

Once I was completely sure that his hair was finished, I placed his comb back on the bedside table and replaced it with the eyepatch. Reaching around Ciel, so that my arms are around his head, I place the eyepatch in its proper place and tie it securely. Afterwards, I pull away slightly and admire my work. Ciel now had perfectly place hair and his eye patch was in its usual place, with no issues regarding looks or discomfort.

"So, Ciel, what did you want me over here for?"

The stupor that Ciel seemed to have sunk into breaks, and he shakes his head, seemingly trying to clear his mind. I swear, if he messes up the hair that I just combed, I'ma get mad... His cheeks flush slightly, and I would be more worried if it weren't for the fact that it has become a regular occurrence with him in similar situations as this.

"...Be more careful. Recently, you have went onto some date with an unknown and untrustworthy person, seemingly befriended a vampire hunter, met up with a certain pureblood from your past, and have been letting down your guard whenever you're sleeping."