Life in the 21st Century [Ciel x Modern! Reader]

The Only Exception

Ok, so sexual frustration was requested in the last chapter so I will attempt. I apologise in advance. Also, I apologise for the cliche overused song, buT ITS PRETTY AND I LIKE IT SO SUCK MY-sock

"I just gotta let it go..." You whispered, finishing off the song as you drifted off to sleep. 

Sleep wrapped it's sultry arms around you before Family Feud© had ended (7:30), so Ciel had been stuck saying goodbye to Lance for you when 8pm stroled around and he headed for the airport. The bluenette enjoyed the evening alone, he hasn't been gifted one in ages.

Letting the popcorn microwave for its preset amount of time, he opened the door to your shared room and crept past the bed, stopping to readjust your pillow (you'd complain about your neck being stiff otherwise), went into the closet and disrobed until he was in nothing but his plaid boxers. He hadn't slept like that before, and it was expected to be extrenely warm tonight so he thought he'd give it a try.

Making it back downstairs before the outrageously loud microwave beeps, he poured the steamy kernals into a bowl and made himself cozy on the couch. Flicking on Netflix, he played the episode of Sherlock he'd stopped on last: A Scandal In Belgravia.

It may just be his teenage hormones starting to act up, or maybe it was her prefered perfession, but when Irene Adler waltzed in nude, his thoughts went downright  n a s t y.

The warm popcorn bowl on his crotch wasn't making it any better, tbh.

"Brainy is the new sexy."

Hot diggity dog, boy calm your flaming loins. If one were to choose whos reaction to that was more awkward- Ciel's or Sherlock's- one would say it was a tie.

He managed to get through the rest of the episode with minimal buttcheek clenching and leg crossing. The credits rolled and he decided to treat himself to a bath, it was only 9pm after all.

Stopping by to grab his Edgar Allen Poe Complete Collection, he started to run the water- having long since been taught how to do so.

Ciel relaxed in the warm water with his book for almost an hour and a half, would've loved to stay longer but the water was chilling rapidly. Drying off and slipping his thin boxers back on, he stretched, giving a wonderfully satisfying yawn.

Heading to the bedroom, he decided to relax a bit in the silence at his desk before slipping into bed beside you.

The bluenette looked out the window at the dark sky, his elbows propped against the polished surface if his desk as he admired the shining celestial orbs floating in the never ending darkness.

Before, he’d never really thought about such trivial things, never really spared the night sky a second glance and taken a moment to enjoy. Now that he had, he found he could barely take his eyes off of it, the twinkling north star, the bright moon shining down on his skin through the glass. He’d not learned much in his time in this new world, but he’d learned to enjoy the simple things, like stars.