send a number and a pair for a drabble| 11.“No, you don’t get a choice.”
“Whydo I have to go to this ball, Sebastian?” One hand tugs atthe collar of your dress, then you switch to pulling on the sleeves.This hot, too-revealing dress and the restrictive corset beneatharen’t even the worst parts; the shoes pinch your feet enough thatyou feel as if you can barely walk. It doesn’t seem quite fair thatyou have to endure all this for a party that Ciel wantsto throw.
AsSebastian has been done with Ciel’s outfit for quite some time, thedemonic butler currently has his fingers weaving in and out of yourhair. After some time you began to think he was simply taking a longtime on purpose, but as the ornate braids start to take form in yourhair, you let out a mental sigh of resignation. “Because you arepart of the household, my lady.”
Amoment later, gloved hands gently brush against the small,barely-curled rivulet of hair the he has left to frame one side ofyour face. “Besides, I fail to see what the problem is. You lookmagnificent in this gown.”
Youlet out a very unladylike grunt, leaning your head back against him.The plaits he’s put in your hair feel like bumps against yourscalp. “This dress makes me look as if I should be standing on acorner in King’s Cross. You can see my ankles, and my arms arealmost completely bare! Goodness, makes me question your morals tohear you say that I look good in it.”
“Why,(Y/N).” He presses his lips to your neck, and a dark chucklevibrates against your skin. “You know by now that I have no moralsto speak of in the first place.”
Youwave at his face, throwing a pout in his direction. Certainly, you’dthink he could get you out of this if he really wanted to. “So… Ireally, really don’t get a choice in this matter? At all? I mustbe in attendance?”
“Mmh.”His hand catches yours, a well-placed kiss full of passion causingyour neck to arch to the other side and drawing a soft moan from yourlips. “No, you don’t get a choice. I’m afraid that’s the wayit must be, my lady.”
Withthat, he’s drawn back up to his full height and let go of you,holding out one arm for you to take. He is all grace all the time,even when there is a devilish sparkle in those ruby-red eyes. “Butif you don’t allow a single utterance of complaint to pass thatbeautiful mouth, you may find yourself offered a choice when theevening ends. One that, I dare say, you may have some trouble sayingno to.”
