アニーの遺産

I swallowed when he removed my garter straps. His gloved fingers only brushed the inside of my thigh, but I'm pretty sure the bastard did that on purpose. Watching him closely, as he pulled the thigh high sock from my leg, I thought of how I should answer his question. I mean... you don't just say that some guy is coming after you because his boss is the one who wants you to come back. Even if Erin doesn't want to...

He is still gonna follow orders. And you never, ever go against Ira's orders... though... I'm an exception. As he moved to the next leg, I noticed he went a bit faster this time.

"Well, Miss Annie? Who is he? He seemed rather strange..."

"Yeah he does that..." I muttered. Erin is special in his own way... I don't mean that in a positive sense. He looked up, his red eyes glistening with amusement. "Oh? You know him well?" He asked, and I sighed. Shrugging, I saw him grab the bottle of lotion. Before he put it on his hand, I gaped. "Aren't you going to take off your gloves?" I asked, and he blinked, his face surprised I asked such a question. "My gloves?" He asked, and I blanched. "Uhhh, yeah? Wouldn't it get messy, to you know... put lotion on your gloves and all?" I asked, and he only stared.

Was he not getting it or something? I mean, its not like I just started speaking Hindu all of a sudden!

When suddenly, he looked down at his hands. "I suppose so." He said, and I sighed. Now, he gets it?! I leaned back on my arms, and watched as he lifted the white fabric off his fingers. "Have you ever even taken those gloves off? You always have them on..." I asked, and he gave me an amused stare. "Sometimes." He said, and the glove was now completely off. I caught the black nails, and the Pentagram so finely etched into his skin on his right hand, once both gloves were off. Though I wasn't all that surprised... it was definitely a small treat to see those bare hands. After all, who gets to see that everyday?

Delicately, so, so gently he took my heel into his hand. It was like he could wrap his fingers around it, and my whole foot would be engulfed by those big hands. I almost laughed at how gentle he was being... he rubbed in the lotion, and treated it like the most intricate and detailed job ever. Pressing in certain places, his thumb rubbing the bottom of my feet.

Damn he was good.

I blushed suddenly... hey, this was rather lewd now that I think about it...

My foot twitched at the treatment it was getting, and he caught that. "Getting comfortable?" He grinned, and it took a bit of effort not to kick him. I could land a good one too... but I didn't. Instead, I glared at him. Its a real shame when people don't wilt under your gaze...

"Anyway, you didn't answer my question..."

I blinked under my blindfold, and pursed my lips. I felt that one coming... "I know." I answered, and I felt him apply more pressure to the middle of the back of my foot, and I hissed. "That hurt!" I said, and he started soothingly rubbing the area quickly, "I apologize..." he said, and I watched as his eyes raked over my leg. Probably examining the thorn pattern on it. His bare fingers ghosted over the skin, and I felt my mouth turn into a light frown. "He... he's looking out for me." I say, and he grabs my calf, lifting it, and setting my heel on his thigh. "He seemed adamant about seeing you again... even made the point of saying he will see us soon." He said, and I watched as he applied more lotion, and started rubbing my leg now. Never going above the knee either.

What a gentleman.

"He's right. We will see him soon." I say, and Sebastian gives a small hum in response. "Miss Annie. Didn't you say before, that someone was after you?" He asked, and I saw him hold my leg firmly in place, his thumb rubbing circles on my calf. "Y-yeah... he is." I said, and he looked up then.

"Is it him?" He asked, and I sighed. If I say no, I wouldn't be lying... but saying yes...

"No. He isn't the one after me." I said calmly. I watched as suddenly all tension in the room dissipated, and he went back to rubbing away the stress.

'He is the one who is going to try and take me back.'