A Demon's Help (Sebastian x Reader)

Chapter 4

I pull myself out of the tub, not entirely aware of the time, but I know I couldn't have taken that long in there, I never do. Not wanting to put my old dirty gown on and not wanting to go full bare nude back into the room, I grab one of the nightgowns stacked on top of the towels, and slip on the (e/t) (e/c) gown, the size fitting me just perfectly so, bringing up my idea from earlier.

I scold myself as I scoop up the hospital gown into my clean arms, and bring it with me as I head back to the room.

I hum a bit as I close the bathroom door, making it look like it did before I took my shower and I turn around, so I can start preparing to present myself to Ciel Phantomhive.

I set the used gown on the futon, and head over to the closet where Sebastian said the maid outfits would be. I grab the brass handles in my hands and open, the doors easily opening without much effort. The contents reveal just what Sebastian said they would: Three full sets of a housemaid outfit, almost identical to the ones I had worn at the Trancy Manor.

I look between the different colored outfits and pick up the (e/c) one, untie the (e/c) bow and slip the outfit on past my feet and pull it up over my thighs and my hips, pulling it further up over my chest, adjusting it to fit it according to my breasts. Once I've got it all settled I look back into the closet, looking for the pair of matching shoes and socks.

I find them as I hear the door being unlocked and opened. "Miss (f/n) it's almost time to.." He trails off as he catches sight of me: my (e/c) (e/l) hair, dripping wet atop my head, snarled and uncombed, my dress falling down a bit, the bow not tied in the back, and my feet bare with the closest door wide open.

He sighs and takes the room in three strides, his tailcoat floating behind him like a cape. He grabs the futon and brings it over in front of the mirror. "Sit, please Milady. We're slightly timed." The butler takes his pocket watch out and looks at it, snapping it shut with a loud, satisfying click. "40 minutes to be exact, but this will take a bit of time, then preparing the mid-afternoon tea."

I don't say anything as I take a seat on the (e/c) (e/t) futon, slightly anxious as to just what this butler has up his sleeves.

He didn't see anything when he came in, did he?

Oh Queen Victoria I hope he didn't. 

I would never get this job that I really need.

 I could always go back to Lord Trancy...

No. Not after the way he treated me and told Claude to kick me out like that.

I wouldn't dare to step into that manor again.

"A troubled mind, Miss (f/n)?" Sebastian's words bring me back to the room in the Phantomhive manor. I look up the mirror, and see his reflection frowning curiously at me, his white gloved hands hovering over the top of my head, a (e/c) metal comb frozen at the beginning of my scalp.

"No, just thinking about how unreal this all seems." I shake my head and his hands resume the action they've been doing: gently combing my hair, the snarls coming undone and unfurling into the locks of my hair.

"Is that so?" He asks, and I know he wants me to elaborate on the subject.

I sigh, taking the bait, watching his reflection as he continues combing my hair, his eyes focused on my hair and not my face. "Well what I mean is that in just a matter of 24 hours, I lost my job, got harassed, almost got killed, and was saved by the Phantomhive Butler who is offering to  help me regret a job. You cannot tell me that doesn't sound the least bit weird, hmm?"

Sebastian laughs a little. "I'll admit I have to agree with you Milady, but isn't it like humans to make the most of the opportunities given to them without questioning it?"

 "I guess that's how the human race has made it this far." I look at Sebastian's reflection, and see his devilish lips curling into a smirk as his gloved hands set down the metal comb from my fully brushed and drying hair and move to my lower back, gently adding pressure to it, forcing my spine to straighten itself, making me a bit taller, as he ties a big but tight knot with the bow, allowing the dress to actually stay up over my breasts.

He swiftly moves in a position in front of me, bringing a gloved hand up to his chin in a thoughtful gesture. He holds his hand up in the air, his eyes lighting up as he makes his way over to the bed where I discarded the boots and (e/c) socks. Sebastian grabs them and brings them over to where I am sitting.

He gets down on one knee and holds out his arm, as if unspeakingly asking me if he can take my (e/c) smooth leg. I move my left leg a little, and the butler smiles as his fingers grasp my leg and bring it in font of the other one, swiftly gliding the lace sock up my leg, stopping at my knee. He switches legs and does the same to the other one, then goes back to the first one, quickly slipping on the boots and lacing them up, tight but still giving me room to move my feet in, once again moving to the other foot and repeating the same process.

Once finished, he stands, still not saying a word, and moves to the dresser, opening the door left drawer. He shuffles through it for a minute, a determined look contorting his pale features as he works swiftly but purposefully. 

"You know I can do all of this myself." I say defensively, not looking at Sebastian directly, but at his reflection through the mirror.

"Yes, but it's much more quick if I do it for you." He says, finding  what he was looking for and turning to me, holding up a pair of (e/c) gloves that match the color of the maid's outfit I chose.

I'm taken aback by his words, his legs bringing him back over to me as he takes my hands and slips the gloves on, covering my hands, wrists, and half of my forearms. "But if you do everything for me, there isn't a point in me even being here Mister Michaelis, for I am a housemaid, not a rich guest. We're on the same level, and I can guarantee I can work just as well as you do." I smirk at the surprised look on Sebastian's face, but just as quickly as it appeared, it vanishes from his features as a smirk replaces it.

"Well Lady (l/n), I assure you that you will lose this bet."

I stand up quickly, and for once, look down at the butler. "Bet? Who said this was a bet?! And what are we betting anyway?" 

Sebastian stands as well. "If you can work better than I, then I will allow you to directly take care of the young master per his orders, but if you lose the bet, then I can do what I want with you."

I'm taken off-guard with his words. "Do whatever you want with me? What am I, a doll?!"

Sebastian chuckles and puts a hand to his lips, as if to silence my words. "Well of course not. I'll do what I want per your consent. Now I really do think we should be getting to the Young Master. Wouldn't want to be late to make your first impression, now would you?"