(Your POV)

Sebastian face was inches from mine.
I'm having mixed feelings suddenly.
One. I want to bash him on the head.
Two. I want to do nothing.
Three. I want to scream and flail
Four. I.... want him to kiss me.

Except all of these things were put in check as I felt him brush my lips just a fraction before a loud ecchoing knock at the door made me push him away.
Being the butler he is, he stayed there, staring at me.
Witch I felt was embarrising and creepy.
"Oh come on! Move I need to answer the door!"
"Why?" He muttered.
"I order you, move!"

Sebastian frowned and stood.
I could already tell he was planning to kill the person behind that door.
"Don't kill them." I called as I walked to the door and opened it, fixing my messed up hair.

"Oh, Hello Vespers, and... Andrew."

Why were they here? And why is Vespers... and Andrew together?

"(Y/n), I hadn't told you that, Andrew is my brother." She said suddenly, giving a side glare at Andrew.
"I know that he was.... quite forward earlier and I want to apologize. Even though He should be doing that."

I was quite taken aback at this and had opened the door farther than I usually would.
In fact, by doing so I displayed a glaring butler.
Andrews eyes widened.
"What? He's at your house too?"

Oh man, oh man, oh man!
Think!

I smirked and extended a hand into the house.
"Why of course, why don't you two come in and get acquainted?"
Vespers eyes traveled thru the house.

I had just realized how creepy it was.
I had gotten an old house, that was quite Victorian, witch gave it a sinister vibe.
Also the fact that some of the mirrors were quite old and the carpets blood dusty red.

"N-No thanks, we'll just be going."

"Before you depart, why not try some cakes?" 
Sebastian suddenly was holding a plate of mini cakes.
That was very suspicious.
"Sebastian... what did you put in them?" I whispered.
Sebastian did his signature smirk, the one where I know, he's been naughty.

Vespers reached out a hand, eyeing the pretty cakes.

In one quick moment I snatched the cakes from Sebastian and picked up one, dodging the door and going back into the depths of the house.

"Sebas-chan wasn't supposed to give these out, they're all mine. Thanks for coming, see you guys later." I called.

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(Sebastian's POV)

I watched the two students walk away from the house.
Oh if only (Y/n) gave the order to get rid of them I'd-

"Sebastian." (Y/n) called.
I was at her side in moments.
"Yes?" I asked.

She was lounging on the couch, the plate in her lap.
"What was in these cakes?" She asked before her head slumped to the side.
Honestly, why did she do that?

I sighed and picked her up, neatly setting the tray onto the set tea.
It was nearly time for bed anyway.
I carried her upstairs and set her onto her bed.
I would have left, except she shivered, suddenly clutching my hand.

Well, I won't say no when the moment demands it.
I sighed and pulled off my butler jacket, laying next to her, and tucking the covers over her.
Let's hope she won't be to hysteric in the morning.

She looked so pretty and peaceful.
I brushed her hair behind her ear and rested my head atop hers.
Demons don't sleep. But I'll make an exception for her.
Why can't you always be like this.

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Authors note: 
Just so everyone knows....
Doting means: Extremely and uncritically fond of someone; adoring.
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              ~Wanting to be loved, for that sole obstinate reason, people can even go this far.~