A Demons Rose

Hot and Heavy chappie.

Alright, this chapter is gonna get a bit hot and heavy. I wont go into to much depth, but the feint of heart should skip this chapter. It's not me who's doing it, It's Sebastian. He's all over my girl Rose and I can't stop him! I'm not a demon! So I let him go from time to time so he doesn't kill me. Their bond is just reforemed. Also, something else. I'l recap highlights on the next update for those who don't read it. Thanks friends and by the way, I don't own BB.

P.S: Comment and vote if you agree that i'm simply one Hell of a writer.

Chapter Eight (Rose POV)

After I ate my bread, most of it anyways, I went upstairs and drew myself a bath. Once I had it filled to the brim with hot, steamy water and Berry scented bubbles, I  went downstair and made a cup of Lilac and peach tea. Once upstair, I stripped down and sank into the heavenly reprieve that I had made myself. The water relaxed me and I let my hair out of its bun, and it fell around me, the tips sinking into the water and turning dark, My ears and tail popped out, and I let them. My wings, of course, remained hidden, because I very rarely let them free. I sipped my scalding hot tea, unaware of the pain it brought upon my throat as it slid down. The door opened quitely and In slipped the last person I wanted to see right now. Yep, Sebastian. He smiled and I sank down even further into the water. I squirmed unter his stare, feeling as though he were assesing me.

"You know," He whispered.

"That tub is huge." He pulled off his jacket and waistcoat, leaving him shirtless. He was fit, and very attractive, and I definitely noticed. He smirked when he saw me looking and I quickly turned away, sipping my tea in a forced casual manner, pretending to be unaware by the sexy demon stripping in my pariferal vision. He sat down on the stool placed by the tub (I looked it up, sometimes the tubs had stools by them for the ladie's attendant to sit on while she healped her mistress bathe.) and I met his eyes, which were now a bright pink colour. He leaned in and took my tea away, setting it on the floor, bfore moving in so that his face was a mere inch from mine.

"You stole my tea."

"I think I can make up for it."

He pressed his smooth lips to mine and kissed me softly. But, much like the kiss in the kitchen, it scalated quickly.

Our mouths were moving, tongues exploring, unaware of anything else around us. When we finally pulled away, I whipsered,

"Y'know, this tub is probably big enough for two." I pulled him in the tub and we did end up continuing where we left off.

Afterwards, I was sitting on the bed in a fine silk robe, missing my old one. My old one was soft, and fluffy, and I loved it. This one is bleh. I was cold, so I got under the covers and waited for Sebastian to get back with my tea. Oh, you thought that after what we did, I wouldn't make him get me more tea?

You were wrong.

When he finally came back, I took the steaming cup and sipped it, smiling up at him.

"You, good sir, know howto make the perfect cup of tea. I love you." His mouth turned up at one corner as if he was experiencing an inside joke with himself, and he got under the covers. "I love you more than you could fathom." See, since I was half-angel, I still fet cold, and weak, and sick, and........OHMYGOD. My head whipped over to Sebastian.

"Sebby......" I trailed off.

"What is it?"

"I......I might be pregnant.....it's possible......what if......." He kissed my forehead.

"Shh. don't worry, just go to sleep." He took the cup from me and I set my head down on the pillow. I instantly fell asleep, because of Sebastian's command.

DON'T GIVE UP ON THIS STORY.

K, SO THEY DO TALK ABOUT PREGNANCY.

SHE COULD BE PREGNENT, COULD NOT.

I'LL LET YA'LL DECIDE IN THE COMMENTS.

BUT EITHER WAY,

IT WILL NOT BE LIKE ALL OF THE OTHER STORIES.

THERE WILL BE FIGHTS, COMPLICATIONS, AND I HAVEN'T EVEN GOTTEN INTO THE WHOLE BULLPOOPY WITH CLAUDE AND ALOIS.

SO THER IS NO REASON FOR YOU TO STOP READING THIS NOW!!!!!!

Thank you. Comment for Mini Sebby or Fetus Deletus! (Baby or no baby)

                                                        -Farewell,

                                                                                the elusive writer of this story.