A/N: Warning. The following has naughty stuff in it. Better known as…Your GRATUITUOUS LEMON WARNING! :D

Was I cheating on him? It felt like I was cheating on him. It's not like I'm having sex with Claude. Just merely using him for that delightfully yummy liquid flowing through his veins. He still felt like my mistress, though. I was even sneaking around on my lunch break just for a hit of his blood. I needed to pull myself together, though.

Maybe I should actually write that article on Alois. Or would that give too much away? No. It's my job. It's not that suspicious that I'm writing a human interest piece on another noble. And Ciel already knows. Why else would I be showing up at the manor in the middle of the day asking questions about him? But then again, today is a new day. I haven't seen Claude today. No sense in dwelling on the past.

"Good morning, Mrs. Michaelis," Sebastian stole a quick kiss as I stood in the kitchen with him, "You seem oddly cheerful this morning."

"It's a good day," I said, running my hands up his chest, "Now, I need to go to work. You can handle the baby, right?"

"Of course," he took my hands, "What kind of father would I be if I couldn't take care of my own daughter? I've been taking care of the master for all these years. Why stop now?"

"You're still a pretty damn good father," I praised, "The best one she'll ever have."

"Although I appreciate the compliment, my love," Sebastian pushed me over the counter, swatting my butt, "I see your lessons are slipping."

"Or I did that on purpose," I smirked, still bent over the kitchen counter, "because I knew that's what you'd do. And I needed something like that to start my day."

"Oh, Lumi," Sebastian shook his head, "What am I going to do with you?"

"I don't know," I played innocent, "But I have to get to work. I have an article to write."

"And what should we expect?" he asked, "Your audience would love to know."

I debated for a moment or two if I should tell him. It's Sebastian. He'll understand, "My work thing was an interview with Alois Trancy."

"Alois Trancy?" Sebastian gave me a look, "Why would you be interviewing him?"

"I figured I could tackle another noble," I shrugged, "After I got the interview with Ciel, I caught a bug. I want to meet more nobles and what better way than through the press?"

"Be careful," Sebastian squeezed me tighter, "Be very careful."

"I don't need to go back, Sebastian," I assured, "I already have all I need."

"I don't want you getting mixed up with Alois Trancy," he worried, "He's an insufferable brat. Worse than the young master."

"I know," I rested my hand on his face, "Don't worry, Sebastian. I'll be fine. Honestly, you worry about me too much."

"I don't worry about you enough," he pressed his lips against my forehead.

"Sebastian…"

"Yes?"

"I have to go," I wiggled out of his arms, "I'll be home tonight."

"Five o'clock?"

"Five o'clock," I promised, waving behind me and I started heading for the office. Now, to tackle this Trancy article.

"Good morning, Mrs. Michaelis," Mary greeted me at the door, "How are you this morning?"

"Good morning, Mary," I chimed, "I am wonderful. How are you?"

"I'm great," she smiled, "I had an idea."

"Oh?" I sat at my desk and dug through my drawer for my notes on the Trancy story, "Do tell, Mary. Do tell."

"Maybe we should hire on another contributor," she suggested, "You've been running yourself ragged lately, keeping this paper afloat. And with you having to work on the Trancy article, I thought you could use a break."

"Mary," I stopped her, "Your heart's in the right place, but I wanted to tackle the Trancy article. This is my piece and I'm happy to do it. As for my levels of rest, I'm perfectly fine. I had plenty of it when I was away from the paper and I don't require sleep."

"Yes, you do," Mary assured, "Everyone does."

Really and truly, I didn't, but it was nice to have every now and then. Especially with the amount of blood I've been on lately bringing me down, "I appreciate it, Mary, but we don't need to hire on another contributor."

"Yes, ma'am," Mary bowed, "And there's a gentleman at the door for you. Very attractive. He looks like he could be your husband's brother. How do you do it?"

"How do I do what?" I asked.

"You're always surrounded by gorgeous men!" she squeaked, "Your husband. Lord Phantomhive. It's almost unfair! Could you set me up?"

"Trust me," I giggled, "You wouldn't want to be set up with any of them. My husband is occasionally too much for me to handle. Lord Phantomhive is engaged and getting married very soon. The man outside, if he is who I think, is more complicated than you could imagine. There's a very handsome man on the Phantomhive staff that works at the manor. I don't know if he's attached or not. I could find out."

"Thank you, Lumi!" Mary sang, "Should I send the man in?"

"Yes," I allowed, "Thank you, Mary."

"Mrs. Michaelis," a familiar voice broke the silence, "It's a pleasure to see you again."

"Claude," I looked up from my desk, studying his face. Mary was right. Claude did kind of look like Sebastian. At least I had a backstory for him in case anyone asked about him, "Hello. What brings you by?"

"I think you know," Claude shut the door and drew my curtains.

"You come bearing gifts?" I assumed, "Preferably the kind that come from a sharp knife and your arm?"

"Of course, my dear," Claude sat down, "Would you like to get that out of the way first?"

"Did you really have to ask?" I pulled a pocket knife out of the top drawer of my desk, "Yes, please."

"My, my," he smirked, "Always an eager one, Mrs. Michaelis."

"Please," I insisted, "Call me Lumi. "

"As you wish," he obliged, slicing his arm open in the fashion that I had become accustomed to, letting the beautiful, deep red liquid flow out of the opening. I attached my lips to his wrist, sucking hard, "Now, Lumi, I'm sure you know why I'm here."

"I do," I murmured into his arm.

"I have that favor for you," Claude explained, "I need you to give me an itemized list of everything your husband and his master do in a day."

"Just one day?" I asked.

"Demons are a creature of habit," he told, "It's a rarity that they deviate from their routine. When they do, it puts a great amount of stress on their shoulders. But on some instances, when they've been mingling amongst the humans for so long, some demons can adapt. Much like Sebastian."

"Yes," I smiled, taking myself away from Claude's wrist, "It's amazing how much he's changed since we met."

"Anyway," Claude went on, "I need to know about where Sebastian is in correlation to Ciel at all times in one day. I want to know their every move."

"Why is that?" I wondered, "Why would you want to know about where Ciel and Sebastian are all the time?"

"No questions, Mrs. Michaelis," Claude shot me down, wrapping his wrist up in his pocket square, "Next time you ask questions, I'm cutting you off."

"Yes," I nodded, "I won't ask questions."

"Good," he smiled darkly, "Our meeting never happened. I'll be back this time tomorrow to retrieve your information."

"Of course," I showed Claude out and I got back to working on the Trancy article.

I skimmed through my notes and slammed my head on my desk top. I had nothing. All Alois would talk about was how lovely I was. I could hardly get a word out of him about himself. Fortunately for me, I could read people like that like a book. With my trace amount of information and determination set on high, I got to work. The extreme focus and energy of the demon blood didn't really help matters either.

Before I knew it, the clock rang five bells and it was time for me to go home. I started heading toward the manor on foot and made it in nearly record time. I kept my footsteps light as I walked inside. I could hear Sebastian and Marcelina in the library as per usual and Ciel in his study. I guess Claude was right. Things really did have a routine pattern for demons.

I poked my head in the library to find Marcelina's hand glowing with a ball of fire in it. Just a small one. And she controlled it so well. I never saw her work her magic before. And I couldn't have been more proud of her. Her eyes lit up as she caught a glimpse of me out of the corner of her eye. I put my finger up to my lips and snuck up behind her father, wrapping my arms around his waist, running my hands up his chest, "Hi, honey. I'm home."

"Not many can sneak up on me, darling," Sebastian said, "I had a feeling you were here."

"Oh?" I chirped, "Do tell, my love. How did you know?"

"I don't always have to hear you coming," he explained, "I could feel your presence. You and I have a rather profound bond, Lumi. I think you underestimate that."

I nuzzled my face into his shoulder blades, "I missed you."

"I missed you, too, darling," Sebastian kissed the top of my head, "Marcelina, put the fire out."

"Yes, Daddy," the tiny spark in the palm of Marcelina's hand went out, "Did you see it, Mommy? Did you see my little fire?"

"I sure did, baby," I let her father go and sat her on my hip, "I'm so proud."

"I can make ice, too!" she beamed, brimming with pride, "Daddy says that he's only heard of Lucifer making ice!"

"Maybe one day, you'll overthrow him and rule all of Hell," I joked, "Long live the queen."

"You think so?" her eyes widened.

"Careful, Lumi," Sebastian hushed me, "That's blasphemous. If that got back to Lucifer, you'd be a pile of ash where you stand."

"I wouldn't let him," Marcelina assured.

"You, too," Sebastian took her off my hip, "You shouldn't speak such blasphemes either. Lucifer doesn't even know you exist, my sweet. And it's going to stay that way for as long as it can. He's not someone you want to be friends with."

"Why not?" Marcelina asked, "Maybe Lucifer would like a friend."

"Then, we'll get him a cat," he suggested, "Until then, you stay clear of him unless I'm right there."

"Sebastian," I stopped him, "How much longer are you going to be here?"

"Another few hours," he figured, "Until the young master is in bed."

"Alright," I agreed, "Marcelina, are you going to play in the library some more?"

"Can I?" she begged, looking up at her father.

"I don't see why not," Sebastian allowed, "I have to get started on dinner, if that's alright with you."

"I'm going to go check in on Ciel," I said, "I need to give him a report on how the paper's doing anyway."

"Sounds like a plan," Sebastian slipped me a quick kiss while Marcelina wasn't looking and the three of us parted ways.

I sat in front of Ciel for a good, solid five minutes before he realized I was there. I really loved this whole being immortal thing. The stealthiness alone was an absolute delight to have.

"Bloody hell," Ciel caught his breath, "Was that necessary?"

"I'm sorry," I chuckled to myself, "I couldn't resist."

"What can I do for you, Lumi?" he asked, "You look like you have something on your mind."

"Just business stuff," I played with a strand of my hair, "Nothing too earth shattering."

"And how is the paper doing?"

"Almost done with my article on Alois Trancy," I took my heels off, "Should have it out by the end of the week."

"Wonderful," he praised, "Why you're still running the article is beyond me, but that's why I don't run it."

"It's exhausting," I admitted, kicking my bare, aching feet up on the chair next to me, "I miss the days of just hanging around here. Not having to work. My every whim tended to."

"Sebastian weighing on you hand and foot," Ciel teased, "Or does he still do that?"

"I wouldn't say hand and foot," I clarified, "There are things he won't give me. The chances of him making another trip to hell anytime soon for another bottle of wine are probably pretty slim. Opening his veins for me is almost unheard of unless I'm doubled over in tears. Everything else is pretty much up for grabs."

"Sebastian has limits," Ciel smirked, "Who would have thought?"

"There are certain things that he doesn't have limits on," I mirrored him, "And that alone is half the reason why I married him."

"Lumi," Ciel cringed, "Remember. Sebastian was my first love. Hearing about your exploits isn't exactly pleasant."

"I have to tell someone," I shrugged, "If I tell Lizzie, it'll give her ideas. If I tell Mey-Rin, she'll drown in her own nose blood. And if I tell my father, he'll exorcise Sebastian."

"Why don't you tell someone else?" Ciel whined, "A complete stranger! Make a new friend!"

"It's none of their business," I scoffed, "Are you really still jealous of me, Ciel?"

"No," he shook his head, "Especially not with my wedding next week."

"I could ask Sebastian about a threesome," I suggested, "I'm sure he'd be ok with it."

"No!" Ciel squealed, "I can't even believe that you'd even consider something like that!"

"I was joking, Ciel," I calmed him, "I'd be too greedy anyway."

"Rather twisted joke…" he grumbled, "And I thought I had a dark sense of humor."

"If you need me," I got up, "I'll be in our old bedroom. I'm exhausted."

"Are you alright?" Ciel worried.

"I'm fine," I brushed him off, "The low before the high."

"What?"

"Nothing."

I left Ciel to his work and went into our old bedroom. This brought back a lot of memories. Granted, not as much as Ciel's room, but a few good ones. Marcelina was probably made in this bed. I woke up after the incident with the Viscount in this bed.

"Lumi," I felt someone shaking me, "Wake up, Ms. Olivier."

"Sebastian," I rubbed my eyes, "I'm sorry. I must have nodded off."

"Honestly, my love," Sebastian crawled in next to me, holding me against his chest, "What am I going to do with you?"

"Well," I traced my finger up his body, undoing one of the buttons on his shirt, "I could think of a few things. Marcelina is deep in her books. Ciel is busy balancing his. Everyone else is preparing for dinner. What kind of trouble could you and I get into?"

"I don't know," Sebastian started to get up, "But you'll have to get into trouble without me. I have to help prepare dinner as well."

"No, you don't," I grabbed the tails of his waistcoat, "Come on, Sebastian. I haven't seen you since this morning and they've had you all day. Please?"

"Ms. Olivier," Sebastian tried to wiggle out of my grip, "I have a job to do."

"I know," I sighed, "But you can manage to take a break…For an hour or two…With me."

"Lumi," he scolded, "I can't."

"Yes," I pulled him down to the bed, "You can."

"Where did that come from?" Sebastian gasped.

"It came from me," I grinned darkly, taking his hands away, "Now, you think you could spend a little time with your wife?"

"If she keeps up with this," Sebastian's naughty little smirk appeared, "I think I could spare a few minutes."

"Good," I held his hands above his head and affixed them to the headboard.

"Lumi," his eyes grew wide, "What are you doing?"

"You don't get your hands," I decided, "You always take care of me, Sebastian. Let me take care of you."

"Is this going to be like last time?" Sebastian scoffed, "You said you wanted to take me, but in the end, I took you?"

"Oh, no, no, no," I tied the tightest knot and moved lower, "Not this time, sweetheart."

I undid all of his shirt buttons, exposing the beautiful porcelain underneath. I had a feeling that if I were to throw Sebastian naked in a pile of snow, I'd lose him. But it was absolutely stunning. Like marble. Then, I undid the final button. The one holding back the one thing I needed. I wrapped my lips around him, moaning a little.

"Oh, Lumi…" Sebastian squirmed, "Harder…"

I happily obliged, delighting in the fact that he was suppressing a moan. I remembered back to my dream from the other night. How horribly Sebastian teased me. How restrained Claude had me. I took some cues from my demon's tongue. I could still feel it as if it were still there. I moaned louder, making Sebastian's leg twitch.

I pulled him out of my mouth with a soft pop. He was definitely good and ready for me. I almost got a mouthful of potential siblings for Marcelina, "What would you like for me to do now, my love?"

"Liberare," he begged, "Ut none possit." (Set me free, so I can take you.)

"No," I came up, nestling my face in his neck, "I'm not going to do that quite yet."

"Lumi," he sighed out, "Don't do this."

"Do what?" I grinned, "Take a little bit of control? Is it so bad that I'm the one dominating? Te amo, Sebastian. Et reciprocum mihi placet. Questus sum vobis molesti calidum et deliciae?" (I love you, Sebastian. Please let me reciprocate. Am I getting you all hot and bothered, darling?)

"Quid agis indicens mihi bella non tu es, amica mea, (You have no idea what you're doing to me, my love)" Sebastian moaned as I kept him held down.

"It must be bad," I kissed down his neck, "It's got you speaking in tongues."

"Please," he murmured.

"What was that?" I untied my corset strings, kicking my dress off, "A little louder, darling."

"Please, Lumi," Sebastian spoke up, "You. In my lap. Now."

"Would you like me to untie your hands as well," I whispered in his ear.

"Yes, please…" he whimpered. It felt kind of nice to have Sebastian at my feet. I guess between the demon blood in my body and the blood in his veins driving me mad, the combination made one hell of an aphrodisiac.

"Since you asked so nice," I undid the knot and lowered myself onto his already bucking hips. I needed this. I needed this so much. Riding Sebastian was like a matador on a bull. He was seeing red, he was aggravated, and he needed someone to take it out on. Fortunately, I got to be his victim.

Sebastian tried to flip me underneath him, but I wasn't having it. I had him pinned beneath me. He wasn't going anywhere. I grinded in his lap a little more before I slid under him. Sebastian's dominance was restored and he gave me his all.

"Who dominates you?" he growled.

"You," I dug my nails in his back.

"Who owns you?"

"You!"

"Whose good little girl are you?"

"Yours!" I screeched.

"Scream my name!" Sebastian put his hand over my mouth.

"SEBASTIAN!" I mumbled through his fingers, sighing his name out in sheer ecstasy. I felt my entire body collapse on itself as I rolled into Sebastian's ribs, "I love you."

"I love you, too, darling," he kissed my forehead, "Was that good enough of a break for you?"

"Perfect," I smiled, "I couldn't have had a better break."

"If it's alright with you," Sebastian buttoned his shirt, "I have to get back to work now. Take Marcelina home and get her to bed. I'll be home shortly."

"Fine," I gave him a quick kiss as he helped me get redressed as well, "Marcelina! We're leaving!"

I took my daughter by her little hand and helped her into the coach. If I wasn't tired after the demon blood today, that definitely killed me. I wanted to go home, ride out the rest of my high, and go to sleep. I brought Marcelina upstairs and into her bedroom, put her pajamas on, and tucked her into bed. Time to catch a few hours of sleep before Sebastian comes home...

A/N: Well. That took a citrusy twist that I wasn't expecting. Really and truly. I wasn't planning on a lemony chapter, but here we are. So, Claude's got her doing odds and ends. What does he have planned? And what's the deal with Mary looking for a man? If you didn't piece it together, the good looking one that works at the manor? It's Bard. Baldroy's a babe. Don't deny it. See you next chapter, guys! xx

PS: If you're reading this right after I posted (3/2/16), normally, I stick around for another hour or two and hang in the reviews, but I'm feeling like an inside out anus, so I'm going to go to bed instead. I'll answer your questions, comments, and concerns in the morning. Sorry. :(