Black Butler Seven Minutes In Heaven Charles P.

       “I know this is probably going to bring tears to the eyes of many, but I've decided it's high time I took a break. I simply can't keep running back and forth like this all night. It's absolutely exhausting.” Dropping down to a nearby couch, Grell placed the back of his hand on his head and sighed. “That's why, for the next few turns, my dear handsome Bassy will be taking over for me.”

Obviously surprised that Grell had nominated him, Sebastian stood to his feet and took Grell's place at the front of the room. “I must admit, I was unprepared for this. Still, it is my duty to insure everyone has a pleasant experience.” As he spoke, he walked over to you, gave a slight bow and extended a gloved hand. “Would you mind very much, being my first player?”

“I'd love to.” Taking his hand, you have a little nod and stood to your feet. Sebastian ushered you over to the purse in a gentlemanly fashion, then released your hand so you could pick out your item. Excited, yet determined to remain as ladylike as possible, you carefully reached inside the hand back and pulled out a short length of black rope. “Oh, I know who this belongs to.” Needing no help to find your partner, you quickly walked up to Charles and held out the item. “This is yours, correct?”

“Yes.” After reclaiming his item, Charles stood up straight, fixed his clothes then took your hand in his. The way he walked to the closet reminded you much of a soldier. It was as this game was nothing more than another duty for him. While you hoped his stern expression would soften once the two of you were alone, it didn't. He was so serious and focused, he didn't even sit down.

Unsure what to say or do at this point, you awkwardly toyed with the frills of your dress. “You don't have to be so uptight in here you know. I'm the only other person in here, and I don't mind if you relax and enjoy yourself around me.”

Looking just as serious as before, he looked down at you with half open eyes and spoke in a calm, emotionless tone. “I am relaxed.”

“You really don't seem very relaxed to me at all. Actually, you're pretty much the antitheses of relaxed.” With an awkward giggle, you gave the ground next to you a pat, gesturing for him to join you on the floor. “Maybe if you sat down here with me things would be a bit less uncomfortable.”

“I'm not at all uncomfortable. But I suppose there's no harm in me sitting down for a couple of moments.” Doing as you'd asked, Charles sat down next to you on the cold floor. Unfortunately him being closer to you, did absolutely nothing to remedy his serious demeanor. It didn't exactly help your growing nervousness either.

Up to this point, you had been trying your very hardest to remain as courtly and polite as possible. Though you didn't know Charles very well at all, you had seen more than enough to know that he wasn't going to do anything unless he had to. Honestly, he didn't even seem to like speaking to you. Because of this, your behavior was about to change, drastically. “Now that you're down here, we can actually start playing the game. Normally I wouldn't be so hasty, but we are running very low on time, so you'll have to forgive me.” Quickly propping yourself up on your knees, you placed your hand on his shoulder and leaned in to kiss his cheek.

Before you'd even gotten close to accomplishing your goal, he leaned away from you, keeping your kiss at bay. “What do you think you're doing?”

“I was going to kiss you. And if you're not terribly against it, I still plan on doing so.” The interruption did fluster you just enough to cause your voice to waver, but it didn't by any means change your mind. “If you don't say something very soon, you will have forfeited your choice.” He turned his eyes away from you and kept very still. “I'll take your silence as permission then.” You innocently pressed your lips against his cheek only seconds before you heard the door unlock. Worried that the others might think ill of your forwardness, you tried to pull away. When you moved your foot back to sit, the heel of your shoe caught in your dress, causing you to fall face first into Charles's lap.

“Well now, this is one way to ensure I won't forget my first turn as host to this game, isn't it?” Sebastian stood in the open doorway and cleared his throat to keep himself from chuckling. “Do you two need a moment to compose yourselves?” With your blushing face still in Charles lap, you nodded. “Understood. You have exactly one minute before I come back to end your turn. At that time, I expect the two of you to leave without complaint or excuse.” With a slight bow, Sebastian once again shut the door.

Alone once again, you sat up, finally removing your face from his lap and sighed. “I'm really glad Grell decided to take a break. If he had opened the door to that scene, my reputation would have been ruined. I'm sorry I fell on you too, that really wasn't what I wanted to happen at all.”

“There's no reason for you to apologize. I remained silent, therefore you could have done as you wished. Though it is true that your choice to fall in my lap was, unexpected.” Standing to his feet, Charles helped you up and looked down at the bottom of your badly ripped dress. “I fear hiding what happened might be more difficult than I thought. Your dress is ruined.”

You looked down at the large rip and laughed weakly. “If ever I wasn't cut out for something, this would have to be it.” Since nothing else could possibly go wrong, you kissed his cheek again, took a deep breath, then pushed open the closet door. “Time to face the music.”