A/N: Anyone got any vodka? Because I got some serious lemon going on here and I could use a drink…

"Lumi…?" a soft whisper mixed in with my light sobs, "Are you still awake?"

"Yes," I spoke quietly, wiping my tears on the pillowcase. I looked over at the clock in the corner. Normal wives would worry when their husbands come in at one in the morning, smelling like blood and sweat.

"I'm so sorry, darling," his arm draped over the top of me, pulling me closer, "I didn't anticipate the Viscount being here. He's been taken care of."

"You mean you killed him…?"

"Precisely."

I rolled into my husband's embrace, "How did you do it?"

"Lumi, no," he reprimanded, "It's not decent to discuss matters like this on our wedding day."

"It's past midnight, Sebastian," I pointed out, "So, technically, it's no longer our wedding day."

"No," Sebastian put his foot down, holding me tighter, "If I were to tell you how I did it, you wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. And I refuse to be the cause of your insomnia."

"I can't sleep already," I brushed him off, "Why not?"

"Lumi…"

"Fine," I gave in, tracing my fingers up his chest, "I missed you…"

"I missed you, too," Sebastian kissed my forehead, "I'm sorry this isn't exactly the wedding night you had in mind, my love. We'll leave for the countryside in the morning."

"Actually, Sebastian…" I nuzzled my face in his ribs, "I was thinking we go to the US."

"America?" he gave me a look, "Really?"

"That's where I was born, Sebastian," I told, "Ever wonder why I don't have an English accent? Nor my father? But my mother was English. After I was born, we moved back to London. And we've been here ever since."

"That also explains your scrappy nature," he scoffed, "You're half American."

"Yes, I am," I nodded, "But you still love me, right?"

"Of course," Sebastian rolled his eyes, "If I didn't, I wouldn't have married you. So, my love, would you care to enjoy our wedding night the way it was meant to be enjoyed?"

"I'd love to…" I stretched my neck up, kissing my husband, "Can I make a request, though…?"

"Oh…?"

"No rope," I asked, "No tying me down to the bed. No submission. Just us."

"We're already bound," Sebastian smiled down at me, "Ego et tu sedentes in aeternum, remember?"

"I know," I cuddled into him, "You and I for eternity. How could I ever forget?"

"Now," he cradled me, "Shall we begin?"

"We shall…"

Sebastian began unbuttoning the front of my pajamas like he would any morning and slid the straps over my shoulders, throwing it to the other side of the room. He started kissing down the side of my face and behind my ear, down to my neck. Sebastian whispered in my ear, "Habesne nesciebat quantum te amo deliciae? (Do you have any idea how much I love you, darling?)"

Wow…I must have done something to hit him hard. Sebastian only broke out the Latin when he was really hot and bothered or he wanted me to be the only one to understand him. In this case, I'm guessing it was both.

"Yes, I do," I moaned out, "I know exactly how much you love me…"

"Tell me, Lumi," Sebastian demanded, "I want you to tell me you want me."

"I want you to-"

"No," he stopped me, "Not like that…"

I knew exactly what he wanted from me, "Obsecro, domine mi. Nolo enim vos ignorare me. (Please, sir. I want you to take me.)"

"Voluptate…(With pleasure.)"

Nothing got Sebastian hotter than when I started speaking Latin. And I could feel it. His entire body tensed up, his kisses were more intense and aggressive, and he was out to please me. Sebastian's hands entangled themselves in my hair, pulling a little occasionally. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he started to push into me.

"Dominum…" I sighed out in sheer ecstasy.

Sebastian stopped, making me ache, "What did you just call me…?"

"Master…" I looked up at him, my eyes filled to the brim with worry, "I'm sorry. It just sort of slipped out. I don't even know why I said it. I'm sorry."

"Hush," Sebastian put a finger over my lips, "Do you like thinking of me as your master, my dear? Dominating over you? Knowing what's best for you? Do you like when someone else has all the power?"

"Yes…" I quivered under his touch.

"Say it, Lumi," he demanded, "I want to hear you say it."

"I want you to take control, Sebastian," I groaned in agony, "Nolo enim vos ignorare me continere. (I want you to control me.)"

He pushed harder into me, "Are you sure? Once I start, I'm not stopping until I'm satisfied. No matter how many times you are."

I gave him a taste of his own evil, little smirk, "That's what I was hoping you'd say."

Sebastian's face was absolutely priceless. I feel like if I had laughed about it, that would've killed the mood. If the bloodstains on his shirt didn't do it, nothing will, but why risk it? He didn't know exactly how to feel about me playing him like a fiddle, "Well played, Mrs. Michaelis. Well played. How shall I reward you for being so clever…?"

"You're not exactly stupid," I teased, "I'm sure you're clever enough to come up with something. You know what I want and what I like. Get creative."

"You know," Sebastian pinned me down to our bed, "That's a very dangerous thing to tell a man like me."

"There are no men like you, love," I pointed out, "That's why you're with me."

"Because no one else would do for me?"

"Because no one else would put up with you the way I do."

Sebastian's hand got a grip on my jaw, "And how I put up with that sharp, little tongue of yours is nothing short of a miracle."

"Sebastian…"

"Yes?"

I wrapped my legs around his waist, connecting my ankles in his lower back, "Now."

"As you wish…"

And did he grant that wish. It was strange. Normally, Sebastian would've been slamming into me by now, but no…Slow and gentle wasn't really his style, yet here he was. Making love to me like I was a Faberge egg delicately perched on the end of a needle. I loved when Sebastian would get rough, but this was nice. This was very nice.

I felt my stomach drop and I knew we were in the right place. Sebastian let go of my hands, allowing me to wrap my arms around his neck for balance. His soft, gentle nature turned rougher and harder. With every blow, I was less his Faberge egg and more his favorite toy. I clawed hard into his back, ready to scream his name.

"Se…bas…tian…" I wept.

"Louder!"

"Se…Bas…Tian…"

"That's it," he smashed into me, "Be a good girl for me. I want you to scream…"

"SEBASTIAN!" I screeched out as he fell on top of me, "I love you…"

"I love you, too…" Sebastian cradled me against his chest, "You have no idea…"

"I think I have a pretty good idea," I sighed, trying to steady my labored breathing, "I'm sorry…"

"For what, darling?"

"For getting tired on you," I apologized, "If you were to make me immortal now…"

"No," he scolded, "I told you. I'm not making you immortal until after the honeymoon. No more of it. Now, my beautiful wife. Get some sleep. We leave for America in the morning."

"Ok…" I rolled into him, "Good night, Sebastian…"

"Good night, my love," he kissed my forehead.

As I drifted off in my husband's arms, I started to reflect on everything. I was leaving for my homeland in the morning with my beautiful demon husband. Once we came back here, I would be immortal. The rest of my days with this wonderful creature that I was fortunate enough to call my own. All I wanted when I stepped foot in Phantomhive Manor was an interview with a young earl. But there was a bigger story to be had. One that I will never, ever forget…

A/N: Well, my dear children. This is, indeed, the end. First of all, thank you for sticking it out with me this long and letting my imagination run wild. And all because I didn't have enough good SebastianxReader fic in my life. So, I thought, what the hell? I'm a writer. I'll write some! And I've already gotten mushy with someone because of this, but…Really and truly. From the bottom of my heart. Thank you. I honestly thought my writing was shit and people weren't going to read this and all I would get in the comments were trolls, but…Out of all the reviews, I only had one that nitpicked. Everyone else? You embraced me with open arms. And for that, I'm eternally grateful. I didn't think ten people would read this, let alone (at the current moment) almost TEN THOUSAND WORLDWIDE. So, here I am. My heart on my sleeve. Thank you. I can't say it enough. Thank you, thank you, thank you. All my love, Lumi. xx

Oh, and by the way, in case you're wondering…There's going to be a sequel. K, bye.