#surreptitiousphantom

It was quite unusual for Elizabeth Midford's fiancé, Ciel Phantomhive, to show any sign of affection to her. But it was almost unreal when he had requested a kiss from her.

Of course, this hadn't stopped her from allowing an unladylike squeal of excitement escape her lips, as she found herself walking up to her betrothed, allowing small hands to grasp his, just so her fingers could intertwine with his.

And with a smile, she soon closed her eyes, leaning forward and pressing her lips ever so softly to his. For a few moments, she let this simple, sweet kiss linger, but when she felt that it was enough, she pulled away, opening her eyes and giggling as she backed away from him.

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looks: somewhat attractive | eh | not really my type | pretty | handsome | beautiful | stud | gorgeous | SWEET LORD MERCY

can you relate to this character on a personal level?: no | not really | somewhat | yes | they are me

Though unusual as it was for Ciel to be close to someone like this, Elizabeth didn't say anything about it, but rather found herself wrapping her arms around him while burying her face into the boy's chest.

There's a whisper of a gasp that escape pale lips, while emerald optics found themselves closing ever so slightly as the noble gave in to the gentle feeling all together.

Tranquility filled the halls of the Midford estate on that fateful night. All of the people in the estate, from the members of the household to its servants, all seemed to be well and it appeared as if nothing could disrupt this perfect night.

Or, that's what Elizabeth Midford had come to believe.

The youngest Midford had gone to bed last, considering she had a hard time separating herself from her betrothed, who so happened to spend the night. It was a rarity in itself to have a guest for herself that spent the night, but even rarer was it for her betrothed to be this said guest. And so the girl had tried her hardest to stay up as long as she physically could, but soon sleep had called her name and when that event occurred she had wished the boy goodnight and went on her merry little way.

Elizabeth had been in a peaceful sleep ever since then, but she was soon awoken by something soft pressing against her lips. Letting a small whine out as that something soft continued to press against her lips, the girls eyes soon opened once she realized that, for the first time in her life, she was being kissed.