*Major, MAJOR smut warning (I was blushing while I wrote it and I think I did good. Maybe too good...)*
Angelica flopped onto the bed with a sigh before sitting up to look around the master bedroom. "I must say, Lucian did an excellent job changing the master suite around. I can't even recognize it as my father's old room." Malphas nodded, looking around the room, "It's the angelic version of our room in Hell," he noted, "I presume you had it designed after it?" Angelica giggled nodding, "I thought it would make it feel a little more like home." Malphas smirked and leaned over her, arms on either side of her as she sat on the edge of the bed. "Oh? So Hell is entirely home to you, my angel?" Aurora hummed, "Well, most of our family is there. My mother is there, your parents, your siblings, the only ones in Heaven are Amara and Lucian. Hell is more home than Heaven ever really was." She frowned, "Besides, we are in the same place my father was slain by my uncle. And the place I lived a lie, trapped for centuries..." Malphas tilted her chin up, "We will only be here overnight, then we shall be returning to the task our young master assigned to us." He leaned down and kissed her before slowly pulling away and going to prepare their clothing for the next day. Angelica looked over, "Malphas," she said, "Why have we been referring to Ciel as young master or young lord? I thought he was our-" Malphas cut her off, "We are whatever he needs us to be Angelica. If he needs us as parents, we are his parents. If he needs us as his butler and maid, we are his butler and maid." He frowned, "Besides, I am not fond of the idea of what will happen in the next few weeks or months." Angelica looked concerned, "What do you mean?" Malphas had a frown on his face, "I am afraid that the end of the contract might be coming sooner than I thought."
The next day was a mess. Angelica was helping Amara with her dress, and Malphas was watching as Lucian fretted over everything and got cold feet. "What if it isn't perfect?! What if something goes wrong? What if-" Malphas grabbed the angel's wing, stopping him from flying about the room. Lucian yelped as his wing was grabbed and he was pulled back by Malpas. "Calm yourself, Lucian." Malphas said, "It will be fine." Lucian rambled on, and Malphas shook his head with a sigh. Why hadn't Angelica told him that Lucian was a perfectionist?
Angelica was having much better luck with Amara, watching as her friend checked herself out in the mirror. "I can't fight in this." Angelica smiled, "Your not supposed to, Amara. It's a dress." Amara frowned, "But our angelic form dresses allow us the ability to battle with ease." Angelica nodded, "True. But this is a wedding dress. Besides, you have a slit in it. You can fight." Amara shrugged, "This is true." Angelica took her hands, "The wedding will be fine." Amara blushed, "Wha-?! Are you meaning to imply that I am nervous, Lady Angelica?!" Angelica smirked, "Perhaps." Amara threw her hands up, "I am not such! I am never nervous! Nervous is for- for weaklings! Yes! Weaklings!" Angelica chuckled, "It's alright to be a bit nervous, it doesn't mean your weak." Amara folded her arms across her chest, "A wedding is a wedding, Angelica. I can handle it." Angelica smiled, "I know you can."
Angelica rejoined Malphas in their seats, eagerly taking his hand. Her mate chuckled, "You seem rather happy, my dear." Angelica hummed, "Uh huh." They watched the ceremony from their seats. Angel weddings were roughly the same as human weddings, aside from the fact the words said were different in a sense, and vows were said through a bond of sorts, similar to that of a demon's mating bond. Malphas looked at his mate, still holding her hand firmly in his. Watching Amara and Lucian, he felt reminded of his and Angelica. When they were young and in love. He could remember every moment clear as day. He could remember meeting her, he could remember being her friend, he could remember the exact moment he fell in love with her.
It had been one of their usual days by the lake. She was flying around and he was laughing as she splashed him with water and landed in ankle deep water before him. As she landed time stopped, the water droplets flew up like small diamonds, reflecting in the sunlight, and her smile was bright, her silver blue eyes shone like the brightest crystal clear sapphires, her light blonde hair created a halo around her head, her ivory skin soft and creamy.
The young demon felt his chest throb. What was this foreign feeling? It was like a thousand herds of horses thundering across his chest. His crimson eyes were wide as he looked at the angel. Her white gold wings were spread majestically, the feathers catching on the ray's of sunlight and almost blinding him like a mirror. Her dress was made of beautiful white silk, with highlights of gold, pink and lavender. The colors of her second name were prominent. Aurora. Like the dawn. Malphas noticed her bare feet, perfect as the rest of her. Then her golden slippers set neatly upon the nearby rock. Then back to her. She was beautiful. He didn't know why he felt this way, he couldn't fathom it. Time resumed, and Angelica tackled him with a blissful laugh. As he lay on his back in the bright green grasses, he found himself looking in to her eyes, speechless. When she noticed he stopped, she to stared into his eyes with curiosity.
His crimson burned like the raging fires of Hell.
Her silvery blue looked like the cool water of the lake and the silver hint like the beauty of Heaven.
His hand came up to cup her face, his calloused hand rested upon her smooth skin. Her breathing had picked up now, she didn't know what was going on. Malphas felt his own pick up as he caressed her face. Beautiful. That was the one word that came to mind.
Perfect.
Extravagant.
Graceful.
Incredible.
Mine.
He kissed her then. His lips met hers in a soft, passionate kiss. She melted into his arms and sighed, wrapping her arms around his neck. He rolled them onto their sides, pulling apart their mouths as he did. They were both breathing heavily. Angelica Aurora was staring at him. Shock in her silver blue hues.
"Malphas..."
Her voice was soft, and the demon's hand found their way to her hair, threading through the light blonde tresses.
"Angelica..."
He couldn't bare to say anything else. The exchange of their names and the look in each others eyes was more than enough. They condemned themselves in that moment. They'd met many times before, for nearly a thousand years at this point. But now, on the anniversary of the day they met exactly one thousand years prior, they finally fell in love.
After that, each meeting was more and more damning. The more they met, the more danger they put themselves in. They had long since past caring if they were found out. It was one of those days where they would sit and have a picnic by the lake, in each others embrace and laughing like the best of friends. Their romance was limited of course, neither was sure they were ready for such a commitment. They were still young. And love at such a young age is often foolish.
Especially for demons and angels. Things became shaky once Malphas felt himself begin to loose control. He hadn't been on a contract in a while. And a hungry demon is not a good thing. He felt himself loosing control when he felt drawn to Angelica's soul. He was about to kiss her, when he noticed his demon instincts try to control him. He pushed her away and told her to stay away. He remembered the hurt in her eyes as he explained his predicament. He promised her he would return. She offered to join him, but the idea was quickly shot down. He promised her again his return, bowed to her and placed a chaste kiss on her hand, then bide her adieu.
Angelica spent the next twenty seven years in Heaven, reminiscing on her time with the demon and longing for his return. It was noticed the young Arch seemed to have a mood change. She had been utterly miserable for the first year or so, then as the years went on, she grew happier. Knowing that she would soon see her demon friend once again.
She was in her room one day, humming to herself, and singing softly.
"I have died every day waiting for you... darling don't be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years... I'll love you for one thousand more...." Her voice was soft, quiet as she danced around her room in pretty light purple slippers.
"Angelica." She jumped when she noticed her father in the doorway of her bed room. "Oh, yes father? Was there something you needed?" Michael Laverne narrowed his eyes. "Your demeanor has changed drastically my daughter. I want to know why." Angelica stopped for a moment, "What ever do you mean, father?" She asked innocently, "I don't think I've changed at all." Michael Laverne sighed, "Angelica, I am worried. You know you can tell me anything, right?" Angelica was quiet for a few moments. "Papa I-"
"Malphas!" Malphas was jolted from his reverie as Angelica elbowed him. The ceremony was over.
Later at the reception, Malphas was spinning his mate around the dance floor. "Malphas, is something bothering you?" Angelica asked. Malphas shook his head, "No. No, I've just been remembering when we were younger." Angelica smiled, "Remembering how we fell in love?" Her mate smirked, "But of course. You were exquisite." he tugged her close. "You still are." Angelica hummed as he held her close, "Your acting like we've been married forever. It's only been a few months." Malphas turned her to face him and tilted her chin upwards. "True. But I have waited centuries to call you mine. Life times to have you by my side. And I intend to make the most of it." Angelica stood on her toes to kiss him and held him tightly to her. "And I intend to do the same, Malphas. For all eternity."
They arrived back to their room in Laverne Manor, Amara and Lucian having already left for their honeymoon. Angelica looked at her mate and smiled, "So, are we staying the night here? Or would you like to return to the assignment Ciel gave us?" Malphas hummed, "We could return to the assignment, I know you are not to fond of your childhood home in a sense. Whatever you wish is fine, my darling." Angelica laughed, "Malphas," she wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her forehead against his, "anywhere you are is home to me. I don't care where we go." Her mate smiled, "Then back to the assignment then. We can relax at the mansion for a few hours and then go off to see if we can find any information on any gatherings." Angelica smiled and stood on her toes to kiss him as he pulled his arms around her and unsheathed his black wings, holding her in a deep kiss as he flew them down from the Silver City to the mansion. They came to a stop in the garden, and he sheathed his wings and took her arm, escorting her into the mansion. They passed by Bardroy and Mey-Rin's rooms, noting the pair were asleep before going on to their own master suite.
The master suite of course was designed wonderfully. It was as if someone had taken the master of Phantomhive Manor and copied and pasted it into the mansion here, only with a more devilish and angelic touch. Sebastian began to undress, pulling his suit off and grabbing his night clothes, pausing when his wife looked over at him. "Aurora?" Aurora Magne-Michaelis stared at him. His hair was tousled and he was half dressed. His pajama pants hung low on his waist, almost lazily, unlike his usual perfectionist demeanor, and his shirt rested on his forearms where he had paused dressing to look over at his wife in some confusion, his mouth slight ajar and revealing his demon fangs peeking out from just behind his lips. Aurora gulped and clenched her thighs. Sebastian eyed her up and down, then smirked after realizing why she had suddenly become so quiet. He walked over to her, the night shirt in his hands, unbuttoning the buttons on the front as he stood before her nonchalantly. "Tell me dear," he began, "would you like me to prepare a bath for you?" Aurora nodded slowly. "I- I-" Her husband chuckled and leaned down to press a kiss to her neck, feeling her pulse beat wildly under his touch. "I'll be but a minute my dear."
Aurora slipped into the tub of water with a small sigh, feeling the hot water wash over her body and draw her into it's depths. Sebastian was standing behind her, still in only his night pants. He gave a quiet chuckled before pulling up a stool behind her and beginning to wash her hair. Aurora leaned back into his touch and glanced up at him briefly through lidded silver blue hues. "Why must you find the need to be incredibly attractive sometimes?" Sebastian smirked, "Because it entertains me, my love. And it is most entertaining watching you struggle to with hold your desires." Aurora sighed and then reached up to pull his face down towards hers. "Sebastian, get in the damn tub already." Sebastian's eyes seemed to light up at that and he smiled, "Of course, darling." Aurora stared as he came around to the edge of the tub and climbed in, not caring enough to remove his pants, before he straddled her and had his arms around her body, lips on her neck and collarbone, peppering soft, delicate kisses onto her skin. The angel let out small gasps as his lips traveled downward, her finger catching in his hair as his head came to rest upon her chest, his tongue sneaking out to the soft tender bud before latching on fully. Aurora gave a small yelp only to have the demon clamp a hand over her mouth and continue his assault on her chest. He felt her bucking her hips up to meet his clothed ones, only to have him use his free hand to push her back down and straddle her, using all his weight to pin her to the bottom of the tub.
When he finally lifted his head, a trail of spit from her breast to his mouth coming up as he looked into her eyes, he plunged his mouth onto hers, his tongue meeting hers and quickly dominating her. Aurora gasped as he pulled away for a moment, his hands moving underneath her to lift her up and into his arms. He slammed his mouth back onto hers before carrying them both to the bed room where he threw them both down onto the bed. His black bangs tickling her face as he messily kissed her, before the dark hair that was black as ebony traveled back down her body. Aurora laid back, completely bare against the massive amount of pillows in the room. Her hands were fisted against the headboard, and her mouth was wide open in a silent moan of pleasure. Sebastian's mouth had reached her hips, and latched onto that tender area just between her thighs. His tongue was lapping at her, offering an increasing sensation that had her practically mewling for more. Sebastian lifted his head, her desire dripping from his lips as he breathed heavily, inhaling more of her sweet scent. Aurora bucked her hips, only to have him reach out with his contract seal hand, pushing her hips roughly but gently down to the sheets before he looked up at her with glowing red eyes and began crawling up towards her. Her eyes were wide, looking up at him as he leaned over her. He smiled devilishly down at her. She felt her own desire drip down from his lips onto her face. Then she gasped as she felt his length fill her, and thrust roughly into her harshly. "Sebastian!" She gasped, her nails gripped his fore arms, digging into his alabaster skin. He grinned down at her, making a steady rhythm of thrusting in and out of her. "Are you... enjoying yourself.... darling?" Each word came out as a soft growl with each thrust. Aurora nodded and whimpered a bit, holding tightly onto him as his hips rocked into hers. She felt him swell inside her before releasing. Sebastian hissed in his release, stiffening above her before collapsing on her, their shared sweat and bodily fluids gluing their bodies together. They were both gasping for air and Aurora reached a shaky hand up to run through Sebastian's stark black hair. Sebastian rested his lips upon her collarbone, before lifting his head to look at her, his hair plastered to his face as sweat dripped down it. "Did you enjoy yourself, my darling?" Aurora nodded slowly, "Yes. Absolutely. Tonight was... incredible." Sebastian smiled and lowered his head to bury his face in her neck, closing his eyes and holding her tightly. Aurora held him close, almost as if he were a teddy bear. Sebastian rolled over, so he was laying on his side, pulling Aurora with him. His angelic mate moved her hips into his, determined to keep him inside her. He chuckled and pulled one of her legs up and around his waist, smiling as he pulled her close, resting her head on his shoulder before he leaned down to kiss the top of her head, holding her as she yawned and curled into him. "Goodnight, my angel." Aurora hummed, reaching over his chest to wrap her left arm around him, snuggling into his embrace. "Goodnight, my demon."