Lost in Time

He...Kissed...Me?

His lips press against mine, soft, smooth, warm, and gentle.  His hands wrap around my waist as he deepens the kiss; instinctively, I snake my arms around his neck, pulling him even closer. If that is even possible. No, I can't do this, my thirst will get out of control and I will hurt someone again.

He pulls away and smirks. "You're a good kisser."

I blush a deep ruby red. "Th-thank you, your highness." I bow and exit the room to the dining hall.

From what Claude has informed me of is that the master doesn't like sunny-side-up eggs. So I cook some scrambled eggs instead and heat a croissant. Then, I flip some of my famous pancakes and plate them neatly on the platter next to the eggs and croissant.  I pour a glass of orange juice, and I set the table for my master. I ask Claude to retrieve the master for breakfast. 

As soon as he walks into the room, I start to blush; he sees this and smirks.

"Thank you for the meal, Emilee.  It's delicious." He smiles.

I nod in acknowledgment and watch him eat. Afterward, he drags me to his study and locks the door. I silently gulp and wait for what's about to happen. Master must've seen my body tense up because he pulls me to his desk and crushes his lips onto mine once again. I blush, but I kiss him back, even though my instincts are telling me no.

His hands are placed on my hips as he has me jump up a little to sit on his desk. I tangle my fingers in his platinum blonde hair, pulling him any closer to me than he already is. I have never felt this way about anyone. What is going on with me?

~Alois's POV~

Her lips are soft, smooth, they taste like strawberries. I lick her bottom lip, asking for entrance; she grants my wish, and our tongue battle for dominance. Soon, I win, and I pull away due to lack of oxygen.  She pouts, I chuckle and peck her lips gently. I help her off my desk and I unlock the door. I look at the time and I have ten minutes until that Phantomhive comes over for our meeting. I keep Emilee in my study, she sits on my lap in my chair; her arms wrap around my neck as she nuzzles it.

"You are too cute, Emilee." I kiss her forehead, causing her to blush.

Someone knocks.

"Come in," I say.

Claude steps in with Ciel Phantomhive and his butler, Sebastian.

"Ah, Ciel Phantomhive.  I was expecting you." I smirk.

He rolls his eye and sits down, his focus goes to my sweet Emilee. But, her eyes are on me, I mentally smile.

"This is Emilee, my maid." I introduce her.

Physically, her body tenses, I rub her back in slow, small circles to ease her tensions. She sighs and nuzzles my neck again.

"Let's talk business, shall we?" I say,  causing Ciel to stop staring at my woman.

I glare at him,  waiting for him to speak.

*after the meeting*

Ciel and his butler leave my manor shortly after the meeting. I pinch the bridge of my nose, that was dreadful. I sigh and then I call Emilee for my tea.

She walks in with the tray, setting it down by my desk, and pours me a cup. I admire her beauty from my desk; her gorgeous amethyst and sapphire hair wrapped in a tight bun, her perfect porcelain skin peeking out from under her uniform, her long legs shaded by the stockings. I can't help but want her even more. What is wrong with me? She's a maid,  my maid. She should be treated as such, however, I do have a soft spot for her. She is so lovely. I snap back to reality as she stands in front of me.

"Your Highness, is everything alright?" Her small voice chimes throughout the room.

I nod, "of course." I grin shyly.

Okay, something is definitely wrong with me. I know it. I mean, I'm flirting with a maid. I've kissed her and treated her better than Hannah or Claude. This isn't right,  I need to stop being lenient with her.

~Emilee's POV~

*time skip~ 4 months later*

It's been four months since Lord Trancy has taken me into his home and as his maid. But, I've noticed that he's avoiding me. He's been calling Claude and wanting him to do everything I used to. He doesn't even want me to cook for him anymore; I continue to clean and help Hannah or the triplets with their duties. As long as I stay away from Alois.

As of right now, I'm cleaning his study,  vacuuming, and polishing the wood. I'm dusting the bookshelves lining the room when Lord Trancy walks in and shuts the door. My breathing stops automatically when I see him walk toward me. His scent is strong and sweet, intoxicating me.

"Do you need anything, your highness?" I say while continuing to dust the shelves.

"I need you." He whispers.

My cheeks flush and I climb down the ladder and wipe my hand on my apron. The next thing I know, his lips are pressed against mine, tasting like honey, and his hands are on my hips.  I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me; our mouths move in sync, in perfect harmony as I tangle my fingers in his silky, blond locks.

He pulls away to say, "I need you now, Emilee."

My blush comes back.

He chuckles. "Go to my room after your evening chores."

"Yes, your highness." I blush an intense red.

A/N

Hey wonderful people, I'm so sorry if this story sucks right now. If you're reading this please bear with me. I'm trying to kinda stick with the timeline of Black Butler II, and it's really hard. But, I'm doing my best. Thanks for reading!!!!

Love you, 

Author-chan