Our Butlers *Sebastian x OC*Claude x OC* ♡Lemon♡

Two Weeks Later

(PLEASE BE AWARE THAT THERE IS LEMON THROUGHOUT THE ENTIRE STORY)

It had been two weeks since I first stepped foot in the Phantomhive manor. Since being taken on as a maid I have been privy to multiple occurrances I dared not try to comprehend at the time but things were making more sense now. Upon first meeting Sebastian I was unsure about this handsome butler with crimson colored eyes but felt safe in his company and thus trusted my instincts and stuck close by him when I could. He playfully calls me his kitten during these times and of course my cheeks always blush. In all honesty I know that I seek out his company and he seems to enjoy my company as well. Over the past two weeks I have come to understand that he different from the others and that could very well be the reason I am drawn to him. I like being his kitten, I like being the one with whom he conferred with after speaking to Ciel about matters. Ciel Phantomhive, or should I say Lord Phantomhive, I'm still adjusting to the titles, is one of the nicest employers I have ever had. I have seen the pain in his expressions and in the way he responds to people and situations and I can't but admire him for getting through the unspeakable tragedies that fell upon him at such an early age. Tanaka coming out of his tea induced state told me a bit of his story but warned me not to show pity upon Ciel. I understood that completely. That was one of the many reasons I did not tell many my story because inevitably I'd be seen a person to pity rather than a person who is strong, someone who endured and survived such trials. I can tell that Sebastian will be inquiring about my past very soon. Lately he has a tone and an urgency about what I'm up to and what I have been doing that wasn't as apparent when I first arrived. Understanding that this could have more to do with his need to keep everyone safe I have gone about my responsibilities as normal and waited for him to ask.

I was cleaning the study when he approached me. I didn't even realize he was there til he said my name aloud, "Sara." "Yes Sebastian?" "Since we have a moment alone I was hoping I could gain some insight into your background." With hesitation in my voice I replied, "That would be fine." I turned to face him and he was very close to me. I hadn't realized it being too focused on what he would be asking me. As I stood face to face with him his eyes seemed to glow crimson and I couldn't help but look into them. There was a warmth but danger in his eyes. I tore my green eyes away as he motioned toward the chairs and I noticed he had brought a tray with tea for two. His tea was by far the best tea I had ever tasted and even after only two weeks I was spoiled. I had asked him to teach me to make tea as he does so I don't always need to ask for a cup. He had told me before that he did not mind but I did not to annoy him with further repeated requests. I took the chair across from his, he handed me a cup of tea as I formulated a million answers to the millions of questions I expected to be asked. I didn't think this mile a minute thought process was showing in my expression until I felt the warmth of his hand on mine. As I looked up at him again, he smiled saying, "This won't hurt a bit, I promise." Feeling reassured I no longer stared at the floor, "Okay Sebastian" and feeling confident I added, "What would you like to know?" He looked sympathetically at me and asked, "Where did you come from originally? I know you were known by Madam Red and since her passing I was unable to gain any background on you." ''Originally I am from New York" I replied. I could see he was expecting more of an answer but more of an answer would have led to more questions. Yet he persisted, ".. and what did you do in New York? Did you grow up there? We're you employed while you were there?" I looked back at the floor for a moment and took a deep breathe again I felt his warm touch reassuring me that all would be okay. I took a sip of his delicious tea and began,"I was born in New York and I did grow up there til I was 13 and then my father moved me and my mother to London as he was to begin expanding the architectural company he worked for into Europe. We made the long journey and my mother fell very ill. She was sick from the day we landed in England and died 3 months later. After my mother's death my father became consumed with work and making sure that I was going to be taken care of if something should befall him. He unfortunately did not see what was right in front of him until he was on his deathbed suddenly 3 short years after my mother had passed. We had no money to speak of and I had begun working as a maid at a former high society friends home so that I would be fed. The last time we spoke he told me that he had done unspeakable things in the name of progress and purity of the people. He reminded me just how much he loved me and wished that my mother could have seen me now, how proud she would be with the woman I was becoming. He told me that he wished he had spent more time with me for he feared that I would always resent him for the time he spent away. In honestly there was a part of me that longed for that hatred and resentment but his very last words to me changed my course. He spoke very quietly and told me, "the angels are not want they seem." I did not understand but I could see in his eyes that he spoke with conviction even though his voice was barely above a whisper" as I spoke those last words Sebastian eyes glowered and glowed crimson and I knew something I had said had evoked this reaction.