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Work for it. Aleister x Reader

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              "Well, this is it." Filling your lungs with the cold night air, you built up the courage to step out of your carriage and onto the uneven cobblestone road. As you looked up a small, tree-lined hill, you could see a grand building, brightly lit by an even more grand chandelier. You could already tell, even from afar, that the building was filled with people. Swallowing hard, you slowly began to make your way to the building. Your emotions were bouncing from fear to excitement to dread. You never got to go to parties like this. Your family wasn't exactly all that wealthy, nor were they a part of any of the more popular social circles. It was only by sheer luck that your father happened to be an old friend of the man hosting the party. Had he not, you never would have gotten the opportunity to go. You had been absolutely thrilled when you'd first learned that you'd be attending this party, but you became more timid with every step you took. By the time you reached the large, elegant doors that led into the ballroom, you were ready to turn tail and run. You had no idea how to act around the upper-class. They would think you nothing more than some urchin in a nice dress. Just your speech alone would give away that you had no business here. You thought about just turning back and going home, but you couldn't. This opportunity might never come again. Inwardly cheering for yourself, you stepped through the doors and walked into the ballroom.

Once inside, your heart sank. Though this was a ball, no one was dancing. The dance floor was filled with small groups of people, chattering with each other. Even if you had been savvy to what these rich socialites were talking about, there was no way you'd be able to sneak yourself into their conversations. Already feeling defeated, you made a bee-line for the very back of the room. Here, next to a few large tables of fruits and cheeses, seemed to be where most of the misfits and social outcasts were hiding.

For what seemed like hours, but in actuality was no more than fifteen minutes, you stood with your back to the wall, silently watching as the party went on. Honestly, the word party, didn't fit this event even slightly. No one was laughing, dancing or doing anything that made a party, a party. How could anyone find this sort of thing fun? Shaking your head, you popped a blueberry into your mouth and grumbled under your breath. "I've never been so glad to be part of the lower-class."

Too busy mumbling to yourself, you failed to notice a tall, slender man step directly in front of you. It wasn't until he spoke that you finally noticed him. "Are you all alone little lamb?"

Mouth filled with blueberries, you swallowed hard and looked around before answering him. There were plenty of other girls around, many, that you felt were much prettier than you, but you were almost positive that he was talking to you. Still, you couldn't imagine why he would have chosen to speak to you. "A-are you talking to me?"

"Of course I am." He chuckled. "Who else would I be talking to?"

"Someone else, obviously." You shrugged in a terribly unladylike fashion. "There are a lot of people here, and I didn't just want to assume things."

"Ah, I see." Lifting his hand to his chin, the man studied you for several long seconds. "Dearest little lamb, I must say that you baffle me. Your beauty more than warrants you being here, but your mannerisms do not." Suddenly taking your hands in his, the blonde kissed your knuckles and stepped uncomfortably close to you. "Please, I beg of you to tell me, what household do you represent."

Stepping away from him, simply to create a bit of room between your bodies, you shook your head. "You wouldn't know my household even if I told you the name. It would be a waste of breath."

"Is that so?" Furrowing his brows together, he let out a disappointed sigh. "Then please, let me know your name."

"I can't do that either." Freeing your hands from his hold, you took another step, this time to the side. The man wasn't intimidating or scary. Actually, he was handsome, and more than pleasant. Even so, you weren't fond of having someone you'd only just met so close to you. "You see, I've been warned since childhood not to give my name to strangers, and you sir, are most certainly strange."

"Ah, forgive me. You are correct. Your beauty has caused me to forget my manners." Placing his hand over his heart, the man stood with his nose in the air, a proud smile resting on his lips. "I am Aleister Chamber, Viscount of Druitt." With one smooth motion, he bowed at the waist and swept his free hand behind him in a dramatic display.

Instantly flustered due to the fact that he was bowing to you, you urged him to stop. "P-please, don't bow like that. It's uncomfortable and not at all necessary."

Heeding your pleas, Aleister straightened his back and resumed his suave stance. "Now that you know my name, we are no longer strangers." Pulling you close to him, he brushed the back of his fingertips against your now flushed cheek. "This means that you may now tell me yours."

Still not about to give just anyone your name, you shook your head and denied him yet again. "I'm sorry, but I can't do that."

Aleister frowned for only a second before his smile reappeared. "If I can't know your name, then allow me a dance. I need something, more than your beauty to remember you by."

"I don't think that's a very good idea." Glancing past him, you searched the ballroom for anyone else dancing. Other than one, very intoxicated young man, there was no one. Everyone there was still far too busy talking to actually dance. "No one else is dancing. Everyone will look at us."

"All the better." Giving you no chance to refuse, Aleister took your hand and pulled you away from the wall and towards the center of the room. Once he had you directly under the chandelier, he placed one hand on the small of your back, and tightly held your hand with his other. "You can dance, can't you little lamb?"

"Yes, I can." Though you hadn't been well educated in most of the upper-classes pass-times, you had, thankfully, been taught to dance. Actually, you thought yourself quite good at it. "I'm not sure I can dance when there's no music."

Already swaying to a melody only he could hear, Aleister chuckled. "There is music, you just have to listen for it." Sure there was no music, you pressed your brows together and perked up your ears. Still, you heard nothing. You were about to point this out, when he started chuckling again. "You can't hear it? The rhythm is the beating of our hearts, the melody, our breaths. The choir is everything around us." Looking down at you with a dreamy look in his bright, blue eyes, he smiled. "Surely you can hear it now."

His words had been spoken in a way so heartfelt and so honest, you almost considered humoring him. Then you remembered, everything he'd said up to this point, he'd said with a flurry of emotion. This made you doubt him. "I can't say that I do. Your ears must be better than mine."

"Never before have a met someone so lovely and so cruel." Suddenly ending your short dance, Aleister released you from his hold and wrapped his arms tightly around himself as if he was terribly cold. "What they say, must indeed be true."

Raising a single brow, you tilted your head to the side. "What are you talking about."

Glad you'd taken his bait, Aleister brought you close once more. Now holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger, he tilted your head back so that he could look directly into your eyes. As he spoke, he slowly inched his lips closer to yours. "Have you not heard that the most beautiful, fragrant roses have the sharpest thorns?"

Sure he would kiss you if you didn't stop him, you effortlessly broke free of his hold and shook your head. "I can't say that I have. But, if that's true, it would probably be a good idea if you stopped grabbing me like that."

"Oh? Why's that." Unwilling to let you get away from him, Aleister quickly closed up the small distance between the two of you.

In truth, you were enjoying this attention far more than you cared to admit. No one, especially not anyone as important as Aleister had ever so much as given you a second look. His attention alone was making this party worth attending and you planned on holding his attention as long as possible. Still, you tried to hold your ground and not fall all over him. Or, perhaps you were just playing hard to get. Either way, you weren't going to fall for his flattery that easily. And you certainly weren't going to let him steal a kiss unless he worked for it. Suddenly feeling confident, you lifted your nose into the air and answered him in the most elegant tone you could. "Because, you can only luck out so many times before you end up with a thorn stuck right in your thumb."

Not at all deterred by your warning, he placed the palm of his hand on your cheek and smirked down at you in a way that instantly made your legs weak. "My dearest little lamb, I believe for you, it would be more than worth the risk."
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