Party.

 

Author's Note:

So I wrote a thing. Don't go judging me, but this is the first fan fiction I've wrote. Well, I hope you like it, I'm not sure if I'm any good...

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Alois didn't seem to take any notice of Elizabeth's uncomfort.

He whirled her around gently, one hand firmly on her waist, while he gazed at her. She was beautiful, he wasn't going to deny that, but she was Ciel's girl. 

Hmph.

Ciel couldn't have everything. That wasn't fair. 

No, that wasn't at all fair. He had two demons after his soul. Two demons that wanted him over Alois. Well, he'd left his girl unattended.

Mine now.

He smiled at their clasped hands.

 

Elizabeth was blushing furiously and throwing her fiancé a panicked 'do something' glance every few seconds. But Ciel was looking elsewhere.

"Lizzie..." Alois leaned into her, so that their foreheads were almost touching.  As his warm breath tickled her face, her own breathing hitched. He gave a quiet chuckle. "You...Don't mind me calling you that, do you?"

In truth, she had minded. She'd minded a lot. Ciel was the only boy who was allowed to call her that.

But with his warmth and charm...And... The sweet scent of lavender coming off of him...

It was hard to deny him anything.

They were still spinning, and Elizabeth looked back at her betrothed one last time before replying breathlessly, "No, I don't mind."

"Good," his voice was lower now, in her ear. She shivered delicately.

Obviously enjoying the effect he was having on the girl, Alois nibbled on her earlobe and hugged her tight, stifling her moan with his shoulder. "Shh," he purred. " We don't want people to stare, do we?"

In actual fact, everyone in the grand hall was staring. Including Ciel Phantomhive, his expression enraged.

He smirked at the Earl as he petted Elizabeth's silky blonde hair.