Send me a ✿and I will generate a number for what my muse will say to yours.

After a long day of shopping together, Ciel and Lizzie were finally back at the manor. As Sebastian unpacked their things for the carriage, the young earl stood in the foyer to speak with Lizzie. It was getting late, and the girl was to return to her own estate for the night. With a smile, the ashen-haired boy took hold of both of his fiancee’s hand and gazed into her emerald eyes. Finally, after a moment, he leaned in to whisper in her delicate ear,
“Would you care to do a 68? You go down on me, and I’ll owe you one.”
