I believe I wrote this on my own time? It's... barely Viscount. Just barely. And lol he knows Ciel isn't a woman? Remember that episode? Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh..

Cricket loves you. More than Bad Wolf. :D

Ah my little Prince-ss-why do you tease me so? Oh, you should be good to me.. No.

Great.

Why? Becasue I love you silly. My lovely little ruler. Oh, how your growls.. and when you yell at me, it sends shivers down my spine; I love it! Scream my name more! Call me a monster because I posotively adore is.

Ooh, I can see you in my minds eye right now, splayed on your back against an unfamilliar bed. Your dark grey-black hair against those firey hate-filled eyes.. Simply imagining it just takes my mesely breath away. And those whispered threats spat at me, thay only make me want you more! Yes, fill the air between us with your hot breath. Set my body aflame my sweet because you cannot deny a request from your loyal pet.

Yes my lady-though I'm sure you're a Lord and I will get that from you-I am your pet. Your faithful dog.

I'm an animal. I vicious animal waiting to pray on the lies embedded in your alabaster body. Just the thought of your skin against the sheets-oh! My tiny heart cannot take much more young Mistress-Master, I'm sure of it.

Say my name at least once more, tell me how much you hate me, I must have more of you!

No?

Aw, I am truly sorry but that's not quite up to you. Especially if I am a "Prince" of a faraway country, how can they deny me entrance into your chambers? And then I will expose you for what you really are.

Your tender wrists and fragile ankles hooked to the bed posts, it makes my toes curl just visualizing you squirm!

Let me touch you,

Let me love you,

Let my prove my loyalty.

I'll sit at the foot of your bed at night, have you howling in pleasure when your body commands me to, and then you will be my candied Prince-ss. You cannot escape from my love; pure adoration for you.

It's all for you! The roses, the sweets, this body I call my own as I reach to stroke your leg in your midnight alcohol-influenced haze darling. The goose bumps and the ever-present scowl twitching across your sleeping brow drives me wild. And either you're going to let me have you, or I'm going to get you.

And by the looks of it, seems that all your protesting during the day has led to this yes?

No?

I'm sorry gorgeous, but I must, I have to have you. That delectable body of yours, it will be mine.