Sebastian's Mate (Book 1)

Act 27: Releasing the Dragon

"Fly, what the hell do you mean, fly?" Asked Ciel, incensed at such a notion.

Louisa looked from Ciel to Sebastian, seeing her cousin's confused expression, and only then realising that Ciel had no idea of Sebastian's true form. She rubbed her temples; this was supposed to be the easy bit.

"Well, is someone going to explain?" Asked an increasingly agitated Ciel.

"My Lord, as you may have noticed from the aspects of Louisa's transformation you have seen, she has wings."

"Yes," snapped Ciel, "that hadn't escaped my notice."

"Well, my Lord, so do I, you have never seen them because it would be bad form for one's master to see their true form while the contract is in place."

"Well," said Ciel, rather haughtily, "be that as it may, having wings and flying from here to Dartmoor are two very different things. Besides, it may have escaped your notice, but I do not have wings!"

"No, my Lord, should you agree to this course of action, which given Louisa's determination, I would strongly recommend that you do, you would need to be carried by one of us."

The coach arrived at the manor before Ciel could answer. Sebastian helped Ciel and then Louisa out before opening the front door. Once inside, Ciel looked at Sebastian.

"Can it be done?"

"There is no reason why not my Lord, I am perfectly capable, and Louisa has shown great aptitude in every aspect we have explored," Sebastian smirked as he spoke, and Louisa felt her cheeks grow warm.

"Seriously, Sebastian, can you keep your mind on the task at hand." Snapped Ciel.

"Yes, my Lord. To answer your question, it can be done."

"Then I agree, it is the fastest way, and if Louisa is right about Lord Ashley, we cannot permit him time to warn the rest of the Order." Ciel looked at them both, "when can we be ready to leave?"

As soon as we have the maps and you are ready my Lord, you may wish to change. Once we arrive, it is probably better that you are not easily recognised as Earl Phantomhive."

"Yes, you are probably right. I can see to that myself. Sebastian, collect the maps and meet me back here when you are both ready."

"My Lord, it is probably better that we meet in Louisa's room unless you want to risk the servants seeing us in our true forms."

"A fair point, Sebastian." Ciel looked sternly at Sebastian, "when this current crisis is over, you will return to using the correct form of address for my cousin, do you hear?"

"Yes, my Lord." Replied Sebastian smirking, he wondered how long it would take for the young master to realise that he had been so informal. He bowed low as Ciel left for his room and then grasped Louisa to him. "These are not the circumstances under which I wanted to be saying this, but let's get you out of that horrendous dress."

Louisa smiled as he scooped her up in his arms and took her to her room. Once inside with the door closed, he placed her on her feet, pulled her into his embrace and kissed her. Louisa threw her arms around his neck and pushed closer to him, exploring his mouth with her tongue before pulling away, looking into his eyes, and demanding, "get this damn dress off of me now."

"With pleasure, my love."

Sebastian placed his hands so that he could grip the material at the top of the bodice, with one hand above each breast. Louisa moaned as his fingers grazed her skin. Capturing her mouth with his, Sebastian pulled at the edge of the dress, ripping the material down its length with ease. He slipped the remaining material from her shoulders, stood back and watched as the dress feel and pooled at her feet. Sebastian grinned and laid his hands on her waist, as he lifted her out of the centre of the dress, there was a knock at the door.