You tossed and turned relentlessly as you tried in vain to fall into the hands of blissful slumber. Though your efforts were futile as came no avail. You sat up groggily and balled your hands into fists, rubbing your eyes to sustain your hazy vision. Gently throwing the sheets and comforter off your tired body, a cold chill ran up your body as the comfortable warmth of the blankets deserted you. Throwing your legs over the side of the plush bed you kneaded the floor with your bare feet as you fixed the placement of your nightgown, borrowed from the 5'8 woman Hannah Annafellows.
Finally you shifted your weight to your feet as you bent your torso upright, holding on to the bed post for balance in the darkened tint of the large bedroom. Making your way carefully over to the tall cherry wood door, the silky (color) nightie fluttered around your thighs as the frilled pleats at the bottom hem swayed beautifully.
You opened it slowly as came not but a single creak from the sturdy door. You stepped lightly out into the corridor and shut the heavy door behind you quietly. You focused your gaze down the right side of the corridor, then to the left, bewildered as to the direction of the kitchen.
You figured a glass of warm milk might help you find the path to dream filled rest. But to your dismay, you had no clue which way to go, being the oblivious guest you were. Furrowing your eyebrows, you began walking randomly in the direction to your right. Hey, right must be right, right?
As the soft padding of your bare feet echoed delicately down the passageway, you looked around aimlessly for a door that could possibly be the door of your destination. You took random turns here and there until you couldn't even remember the direction from which you came. Now lost inside the titanic mansion, you sweat dropped and wished you had never even left the solace of your own room.
With a sigh, you approached a random door, placing your hand on the knob with intentions to open it. Just when you were about to turn the large knob a large hand was placed over your shoulder. You gasped and whirled around, about to scream when a gloved hand was placed over your mouth and a strong arm wrapped around the back of your (size) waist, pulling you closer to your pursuant.
Your eyes came to gaze upon golden irises, framed with silver spectacles. Your pounding heart eased a bit, seeing that it was only Claude, your long lost cousin's butler. The blond had disappeared a while ago, but returned with a butler and inherited this mansion. You were the only one of the family he actually liked. All the others, he just pretended to like.
Claude's hand left your waist and he placed a slender finger against his lips while making a "shh" noise, pursing his lips. You nodded and he removed his hand from your mouth and stood upright again, looking off to his left. You looked up at the tall man with a perplexed facial expression. He began walking in that direction and motioned for you to follow. You obliged immediately and followed him in suit like a little duckling. No way were you getting lost in the maze of corridors of the mansion in the dark again!
As you followed him , practically stepping on his heels, you looked down at the floor in shame. You must have woken him while you were wandering the hallways. How rude of you... Some guest you were...
Finally he paused outside a sliver, metal double-door. Placing his hands against each door, he pushed them open to reveal a darkened room with many shadows of objects you couldn't make out. Ordinarily you would be scared, but Claude was there with you. And if anything happened to Alois' dear cousin while Claude was there, he wouldn't be very pleased.
He reached over to the wall and turned to you, "Be careful my lady, I'm turning the light on." He flipped the switch and you were temporarily blinded. You closed your eyes at the sudden light, but squinted your eyes open a bit. Before you sat the kitchen in all of it's pride, your favorite room in any house hold.
You gasped, "Wh-Why have you brought me here?" you asked.
"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" he asked, his voice slightly gruff with that masculine growl in his voice that could drive any woman insane.
You nodded, "But I'm sorry I woke you." you apologized.
"You didn't." he simply stated.
"I didn't?" you walked over and leaned on the counter.
"No. I was already awake."
"But why?" you yawned.
"A butler finishes his work in the dead of night and resumes his duties before the dawn light paints the sky." He replied, taking a tea cup and small plate out of the cupboard.
"Oh..." you mumbled. That was Claude for you, always so metaphorical.
"But you almost woke my master." he stated, referring to the door you almost opened.
"I'm sorry." you hung your head.
He didn't reply.
When suddenly, it just occurred to you what you were wearing. A thigh-length silk night gown with lace all over it. You felt rather exposed and vulnerable in the presence of such a tall and well-built man in such attire. A crimson blush arose to your cheeks and you looked down at your bare feet on the cold tile floor.
"Would you like me to steam you some milk, my lady?" he asked, even though he already knew your answer.
You nodded graciously, "Yes, that would be delightful."
"Then I shall prepare it at once, my lady." he stated and you caught his eye trailing down your bare legs.
You blushed even deeper as he approached you, "You may wait in the dining hall if you wish, my lady."
"Actually," you began, "I think I'll just wait here."
You hoisted yourself up and sat on the counter next to the sink and smiled, sweat dropping a little. You crossed your legs and Claude noticed your night gown raise just a little bit higher up from your thigh out of the corner of his eye.
He just couldn't help it anymore. You were seducing him like crazy, but of course you were completely oblivious of this fact. The lost puppy look on your face while you were trying to find your way around on your own was positively adorable. The frightened innocence that shone in your (e/c) eyes was an innocence that Claude wanted to claim as his. And the way you followed directly behind him, almost stepping on his heels reminded him of a small child following its mother, unknown to the cruelty of the world other than "monsters". And now the way your smooth legs were crossed under that (color) gown, showing a teasing amount of leg. And the frills of the gown only added to the sweet innocence you possessed, so pure and so ignorant. He loved it, and he craved it.
So without further ado, he walked over to you and practically slammed his hands down onto the counter on either side of you and brought his face close to yours. His golden eyes bore into your (e/c) orbs, as he watched your purity and innocence swirl in your irises.
The close proximity of your faces caused your blush to deepen, if that was even possible, "C-Claude, what're you..." you trailed off.
The massive blush rising to your cheeks made Claude's lips twitch up into a smirk. If you're blushing at this, he thought, Then I can't wait to see your reaction to everything else I'm going to do to you.
Suddenly a voice came from the doorway, "Claude.... ______...... What are you doing?"
Claude looked over his shoulder and you looked passed him as you held your positions, "Alois?" you giggled, "I could ask you the same thing."
"______~," Alois began, "You wouldn't be trying to seduce my Claude, now would you~?"
Luckily you always took very lightly to his remarks and you laughed heartily, "No, I assure you. I wasn't trying to."
So Claude let you go and he warmed the milk for you. Alois insisted upon having some as well. Then you all went to bed(except Claude, mind you) and you had a crazy wet dream about the sexy butler.