A/N: Surprise…*gratuitous lemon warning*

Strange…It felt like the manor, yet I knew this wasn't the manor. This was my home. This would be where my daughter would take her first steps. Where she will lay her head. Where I will live for all eternity with the demon I love. Why couldn't I fall asleep?

That's right. Immortal. Not needing to sleep. Chocolate cake and all that. Marcelina was down for the night. The only thing that will wake this child is the apocalypse and the chances of that happening before tomorrow morning are nonexistent.

"Lumi?" Sebastian came in, "What are you doing in here by yourself?"

"Habit, I guess," I cuddled into my husband's embrace, "Hard to get used to the whole not sleeping thing."

"Well," Sebastian smirked, stopping my heart, "Since the baby is already asleep and you're already here, I could think of a few things we could do…"

"Do, tell, darling," I traced my finger on Sebastian's chest as his hand quickly went up my pajamas, pushing two of his long, icy fingers inside of me. I let out a surprised gasp, "Or show me. That works, too."

"Actions speak much louder, Mrs. Michaelis," he whispered in my ear, forcing his fingers deeper and faster.

"Sebastian," I sighed out, "Don't tease me."

"I think I will," he took his fingers out, "You're not the only one who can be a creature of spite, darling."

"Please," I begged, "Don't do it."

"Open your legs," Sebastian demanded. Immediately, I obliged, hoping that if I cooperated, he'd allow me the sweet feeling of relief. Sebastian grabbed my ankles, shackling each one to the bed. He had me right where he wanted me. I wasn't going anywhere.

"What are you doing?" I wondered, brimming with curiosity.

"Don't ask questions," Sebastian snapped, "You will see soon enough."

His kiss traced down from my lips to my neck…to my shoulder…to my chest…and lower…and lower…until he reached the apex of my legs. I could barely handle the suspense any longer. I was already close when he put the shackles on. This was torturous.

"Now, my love," he looked up at me, his eyes ablaze, "Would you like me to continue?"

"Yes, please," I didn't even give it a second thought.

"Are you sure?" Sebastian played with me a little more, kissing the inside of my thigh.

"Yes!" I whined, "Please, Sebastian! I'm aching!"

"As you wish, my love," he continued to toy with me, "I wonder if I should play with you just a bit longer…"

"Sebastian," I growled, "I swear. If you don't satisfy me, I'll exorcise you."

"You wouldn't dare…"

I shot him a glare, "Exorcizamus te…Omnis immundus spiritus…"

"Ouch!" Sebastian cringed, "Lumi, please don't."

"Then, take care of me!"

Sebastian attacked me viciously in the most amazing way. I could feel his tongue so deep inside of me, he could probably taste my soul. Then, he climbed on top and slammed into me.

"Scream for me," he demanded, "I want you to shake this house to the foundation."

I let out a loud, primal scream, riding out the last wave of sheer ecstasy as we reached out climax. Sebastian rolled off me while I caught my breath, "Thank you…I don't think I could've held on much longer."

"Do me a favor," Sebastian insisted, "Never ever try to exorcise me ever again. That took more out of me than I wish it would have."

"I was in physical pain, Sebastian," I defended, "I had no other choice."

"I don't think you understand how an exorcism works," he explained, "How it feels. It's like being torn apart. It does more than just send me back to hell. The right combination of words can kill me. There's no coming back from that."

"I'm sorry…" I cuddled into him, "Forgive me."

"You're forgiven," he comforted, "Just don't ever do it again."

"I won't," I reassured. A soft cry broke out at the end of the hallway. I was afraid that was going to happen. I pulled myself out of Sebastian's arms and got redressed, "I got her."

"No," Sebastian fought me, "I'll take care of Marcelina."

"Sebastian," I pushed him back down to the bed, "I got it. She's just as much mine as she is yours. I can put our daughter back to bed. I'll be right back. I promise."

"Alright," he let me go, "Yell if you need anything."

"I will," I gave my husband a quick kiss and took off down the hall to Marcelina's room. Sure enough, there she was, a little bundle of a whimpering mess. I pulled her out of her crib.

Oh, Marcy. What am I going to do with you? I pushed my lips against her forehead. Thank you. You, my love, may have just saved your father and I from getting into a huge fight. And we don't want you to have to hear that. You're just an innocent child. None of our marital issues are your fault. Mostly just the two of us being stubborn.

I cradled my precious little cambion back to sleep and put her down in her crib. The more I looked at her, the more she was starting to look like her father every day. The dark eyes, the cheekbones one could kill a man with, the soft, pale, flawless complexion. There is no mistaking your lineage, little girl. You couldn't deny us if you wanted to.

A/N: Ok. I know it's still November and I said I'd be on hiatus until mid December, but it was getting to a point in my NaNoWriMo project that was going to call for some serious smut, but I didn't want that story to be smut-tastic, so what better place to channel it than here? And I'll admit I was feeling a bit cheeky one night, so I started writing this and here we are. Now! As for updates!

At the time I'm posting this, I'm nearly a thousand words away from the 50K goal. I will be posting it on Tumblr when I'm done. Pinky promise. Until then, if you'd like, last year's project is there. Yes, you must read one to understand the other. My Tumblr URL is LumiOlivierLithium. I've also been posting teeny bits of fanfic there, too.

And now, I'm going to answer some burning questions from ball-less anonymous comments. *DISCLAIMER: NOT SAYING ALL OF THEM ARE LIKE THIS. JUST A FEW THAT HAVEN'T MADE IT TO THE COMMENTS AND/OR HAVE BEEN DELETED*

One concern is from Just a Simple Interview and that's that demons don't get married. And I'm kind of just putting together a better formulated answer than the snap one you received in your inbox. My thought behind that was the wedding was more of a formality. Sebastian loved her enough to go through the rigmarole of a wedding because it's what she wanted. He was putting her before himself. He knew it was what she wanted and he couldn't say no.

Now, as for the second concern of self insertion. Yes. My username is the same as the main character. Yes. This was sort of a self insertion. But the name was more so a placeholder than anything else. This is a Reader X Sebastian fic. I think I've explained this before. I write reader fic to give people with suck lives a little escape. And I write it to give myself an escape. I know self insertion is usually frowned upon, but for the love of God, let me live, man…

But until the next chapter, my dear children, you are more than welcome to inbox me some requests and such. I usually take those into consideration. And in other news, exactly one week from today (the day I posted this, for those reading this in the future) is my birthday! Yay! And maybe…Just maybe…A particular demon might grace his wife's readers with a new update…(And it'll be my 21st…Writing a Black Butler chapter while drunk sounds like a recipe for disaster…xD) See you later! xxxxxxx