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"Are you almost ready, Elizabeth? We can't be late, it'll make me look kept," Ciel Phantomhive called through the door of his fiancee's room. He was answered by a wail. "But Ciel, if we are going to announce our engagement tonight I simply must look my best and I can't find anything to wear," she whined. Ciel's jaw dropped in disbelief. "You mean to tell me you're not even dressed yet?!" The 18-year-old shoved open the door in a rather childish fit of anger to find a very distressed Elizabeth standing in front of her wardrobe in her underthings.

Ciel froze at the unexpected sight and a dark blush spread across his face. Try as he might, he could not stop his eyes from zeroing in on her full lips that were parted slightly with her surprise. Her slender throat had never looked so kissable and he swallowed as her bare shoulders gave way to the swell of her breasts that strained against the delicate lace trim of her camisole. Ciel licked his suddenly dry lips when he saw Elizabeth's nipples harden and stick out against the fabric. Forcing his eyes away from that sight, they nevertheless continued traveling downward to the soft skin of her smooth stomach. Almost unwillingly, his eyes ventured lower to where her hips sunk into her petticoat. She shifted her weight uncomfortably and his attention snapped back to her face. When did Lizzie grown into such a breathtakingly beautiful woman?

Elizabeth snapped out of her state of shock and felt her cheeks burn bright red. His gaze seemed to hold her paralyzed, breathless and waiting. Waiting for what? His approval? His rejection? Her heart sunk, thinking the latter when Ciel abruptly turned and said, "Wait here." He retreated out into the hallway, the hand that never left the doorknob swinging it shut behind him. Ciel turned and strode with purpose to his own room, though his calm manner was betrayed by his shaking hands as they reached for a hidden box.

Elizabeth sunk to the floor when the door clicked shut and put her face in her hands, groaning in embarrassment and despair. He probably didn't like what he saw, she thought despondently. Pushing herself up off the floor, Elizabeth pulled a house robe out of her still open wardrobe and slipped it on. Forcing herself to think positively through her sudden self-consciousness, she went back to skimming her closet for a dress. Her eyes were glazed and her mind was elsewhere, though her hand still trailed through the fine fabrics. She heard the door to her room open and instantly snapped back to reality. Ciel called her name in a low voice that sent shivers down her spine and stole her breath.

Elizabeth could see the great caution he was taking to not upset her further and a lump lodged in her throat. His concern was palpable from across the room. He really does care about me, she thought. Elizabeth's heart throbbed with love for this boy- no, he was a man now. Gone was the arrogant 13-year-old that didn't have time for her. Before her stood a man who saw her as a woman to be desired. They've grown so much in the last 5 years. "I bought you something, Lizzie," he said in a curiously husky voice. Oh, how her heart stopped at the sound of his voice! He drew closer to her and she saw a box in his hands: a dress box.

"You bought me a dress? Oh Ciel, how thoughtful." Elizabeth said in a hushed voice, touched beyond measure. Her hand went to her heart, willing it to slow back down. He handed her the box and she took it over to her bed to open it. Lizzie felt the mattress dip as he sat down, a mere foot away. She glanced at him shyly, realizing that this was the first time he had ever come into her room. And now he's sitting on my bed! She was brought back to the present by the soft clearing of his throat. "I saw it in the store while searching for a present for your birthday. As soon as I saw it, I knew it was perfect for you. And since it's not your birthday yet, that just means I have an excuse to buy you something else." Elizabeth smiled, hoping that somehow that simple gesture could express all she was feeling. Ciel reached for her hand and pulled her closer. Her breath caught in her throat. Their foreheads came to rest together and after what seemed like a lifetime, he leaned in and placed a tender kiss on her full and waiting lips. "Lizzie," Ciel whispered, waiting for her eyes to open. "I love you."

Elizabeth awoke with a small gasp and touched her lips. She sighed happily as the final moments of her dream replayed in her mind. If it was possible, she could have just laid in bed all day to keep the dream going. However, her betrothed was waiting to have breakfast with her, and she much preferred the company of the real Ciel. Although, she thought, I wouldn't complain if the real Ciel took a page out of dream Ciel's book. A new dress would be lovely, and I'd simply die if he confessed his love to me! With that, she bounded out of bed with a wide smile. Elizabeth found herself humming a merry tune while she dressed. She simply couldn't wait to see her fiancé, not to mention eat Sebastian's fine cooking. Staying at the Phantomhive Manor always made her feel like a princess. I'm so glad I elected to stay behind when my family left for our vacation home. Being here is so much more fun than boring old Switzerland! At the mental image of her mother and father, a thought crossed her mind that made her pause in the middle of brushing her hair. Was my dream a sign? Is Ciel going to propose? Hoping against hope that the answer was yes, she envisioned a future where she was, in fact, the princess of this castle.

Ciel drifted towards consciousness as he heard a distant voice calling his name. Stubbornly, he refused to let go of the precious darkness of sleep until he was awakened by sudden, blinding sunshine. Damn you, Sebastian, for always throwing open the curtains before I'm awake! He thought, growling in frustration. At least, he assumed it was Sebastian's doing- he was blinded by his watering eyes and couldn't see much other than yellow blobs. "Sebastian, why must you always do that?" Ciel groaned, rubbing his eyes. "Did you sleep any better last night, my young master?" Sebastian Michaelis asked with amusement in his voice, intentionally ignoring the question. He did, however, move to stand at the foot of the bed to block the excessive glare of the sunshine. From the head of the bed a half-yawned, "No," made itself heard. Ciel sighed. "Sebastian, I just...I just don't know what to do. No matter what I try, the nightmares always come back and I either can't fall asleep or can't stay asleep. If it continues then it will affect my work, and that will not do." The black-clad butler was taken aback at the unexpected vulnerability in his master's voice. "Well, young master, perhaps you should seek an evening activity that will simply tire you out and force your body to sleep. If not an activity, then perhaps," he paused, "some company."

"Sebastian, do not tell me you actually just insinuated what I think you just did," Ciel snarled. Sebastian only gave a closed-eye smile with that infuriating head tilt and bowed. "My lord, I'm sure I don't know what you mean," he said, feigning innocence. With an outraged cry and near-demonic speed, Ciel whipped a pillow through the air, only to be further annoyed by Sebastian's easy catch. "Does Lady Elizabeth know of this side of you? I'm sure she'd be quite intrigued," Sebastian said over his shoulder on his way to the wardrobe. Ciel kicked off the covers with a flourish and vaulted out of bed, intent on attacking the black-clad butler. He moved too quickly, though, and as soon as his feet hit the floor, he became so dizzy that he collapsed. With inhuman speed, Sebastian caught Ciel a mere second before his head hit the hard, wooden floor. "Now master, how are you supposed to take care of a lady if you cannot even take care of yourself?"

Annoyed and embarrassed at the display and implication, Ciel pushed away from his butler and went to pull on the clothes Sebastian had set out. Not even sparing a glance at his chuckling companion, he defiantly marched from his bedroom in the direction of his private study. "My young master," Sebastian said as he appeared in front of Ciel to block his way, "are you really so tired that you've forgotten your guest?" Ciel had to stop very abruptly to keep from running into Sebastian. "What guest?" he demanded. Chuckling at the half-awake and very disgruntled 18-year old in front of him, the butler replied, "Why, your betrothed of course."