It took a while...but here she is.
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"Pluto...stop it," I murmur to the dogman. He's been following me all day. Sebastian has kept him outside for the past few days. I'm glad that the albino missed me, but he keeps following right behind me and tackling me to the ground with affection every three seconds. It's like Sebastian did this on purpose just to inconvenience me. He's been kind of bitchy since that ball. And I don't understand why...I gave him a blowjob and Claude didn't take me back to Trancy's...Sebastian's just a moody bitch sometimes I guess.
"Do you need some help, Mister (y/n)?" Sebastian called to me from down the hall. He's wearing a devilish smirk, which is typical of the demon. "It seems that...dog is causing you a bit of trouble."
"Aren't you the one who let him inside?" I ask him sarcastically. He closes his eyes and laughs inside for a moment before messing up my hair. "For the past two days you've been ignoring me and blowing me off, are you menstruating?""Demons don't menstruate, (y/n). Not even the succubi." He sighs and moves his hand under my chin to tilt up so I can look into those menacing, crimson eyes. "I'll be honest, (y/n). I was sulking. I was dwelling too much on what you had said before our little taste of fun two days ago. And I was also upset at your affections towards Claude Faustus." The fake smile fades away and he brings his face a bit closer to mine. Thank God Pluto is here and stops Sebastian from getting any closer by tackling Sebastian to the ground, licking his face with affection.
"You two seem a bit busy," I tell him with a smirk. Sebastian looks up at me with a comically shocked face. "Please, allow me to bring the Young Master his tea."
"Wait, (y/n)--"
"Now. Now, Sebastian," I say with smirk. "I believe you have a dog to train?" I crouch down and mess up Sebastian's perfect hair before heading to the kitchen.
"Are you having fun torturing my butler?" Ciel asks me when I bring him his tea. "I thought you told me you weren't going to use him."
"I'm not using him," I tell the child. Ciel smirks at me and looks down at his tea. "Sebastian made it. I only brought it to you."
"That's reassuring."
"Whatever. I made your little pastry though. I hope you like it~"
He raises an eyebrow at me and takes a bit of the cake I baked for him. "You have quite the talent for this kind of thing, don't you, (y/n)? I'll end up getting fat if you continue to bake these." That doesn't stop him from devouring a decent amount of my homemade treats. "If you were a woman, I would have you marry Sebastian and bake for me every day."
"I'll bake for you whether or not I'm married to Sebastian," I tell him with a slight smirk. "Is there anything else you need me to do?"
"Sebastian and I will be leaving in a few days for London. I want you to come with us. I find it amusing how you distract my demon butler so easily."
"I wish that weren't so," I tell the child. "Sebastian is getting more sexually frustrated every day. Though...you wouldn't know a thing about that, would you?"
Ciel blushes and looks at his cup of tea. "I can see why Trancy had you pose as a woman. You're as wicked as one might be."
"You flatter me," I say with a small smirk. "Is being with Lizzie getting harder for you every time she visits? Has Ciel Phantomhive finally discovered his sexual desires?"
"Enough." He sets his tea down a little loudly and stands up. "You're not the only one here who can play games, (y/n)."
"Oh, I know. You are the master at it, Young Master," I retort with an exaggerated bow. "I'm looking forward to visiting London with you." I blow the child a kiss and leave his office. Once the door is closed, I let out a heavy sigh. Ever since I said that I didn't want to go back to the Trancy Estate with Claude, I've felt like Sebastian has been trying too hard to keep me in this state of mind. He's been acting bitter, and possessive, yet sickeningly sweet towards me.
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