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Somewhere in Paradise (PT3)

Sebastian Stan x Fanfiction ~18

Warnings: Language, Smut

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A/N: I’m back!💕💕🌻🌻💋💋💜💜🌈🌈Life has been busy lately. It’s taken me a while to update and I wanna say a quick thank you to those who have stayed updated with this story. In the beginning I mentioned how I intended on making this just one part, then it sorta spiraled out of control. This part you’re about to read has probably been my favorite to write. Due to the cliffhanger, yes there will be a next part if anyone is still curious to see how it all ends. Believe me when I say there is an ending!🖤

“Promise me you’ll never forget me,

because if I thought you would,

I would never leave.” -A.A.M

Chills ran down my spine.

I’m not sure how long I had been standing in the middle of his hotel room when the realization of what I had found finally sunk in. Sebastian was the one who had stolen my journal this entire time and had been lying to me for days on top of it. I didn’t want to believe what I was seeing, but the proof was right in my hands. I couldn’t overlook the fact it was the same color and that on the bottom lefthand corner my name was etched across in gold calligraphy. I sucked in a tortuous breath inhaling slowly, that nearly got trapped in my airway. Which could have easily strangled me. Well maybe not in real life, but in a literary emphasis it definitely could have! Do I even hear myself? I’m editing my reality to make it sound like a work of fiction that I would write! Un-fucking-believable.

I started to walk but my feet turned to heavy lumps of lead. I physically couldn’t move and that worried me the most. Something inside of me was fighting against my better judgment. It wasn’t just one thing keeping me molded to the floor, there were many. I couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of emotions that attacked me from all sorts of directions. I was furious with Sebastian. He had taken a tangible piece of my soul to probably use for his own twisted personal gain. He had confessed to me that he knew in the beginning who I was and what seeing me meant to him. But who knows that could have been a lie! So why would he go out of his way just to pretend to like me? As soon as the doubt entered my thoughts it suddenly dawned on me that maybe his intentions were clear as day and I just refused to see them.

Shame on me for letting Sebastian kiss me in the first place my first night here in Capri. It was the lone ripple effect that led me here. The second he pulled away he looked at me like kissing me was freeing, but equally a reminder of his pain. I started to laugh hysterically at the idea that he might’ve even felt something for me. For a hot second in the cave it sure as hell felt that way. There was something about him that intrigued me more than I thought possible. Like a phantom feeling I could still feel Sebastian’s hands grappling my body for dear life. Seconds ticked away in a tortuous silence as Sebastian eyed my parted lips in anticipation of him. The hairs of his short beard brushed lightly against my face before he finally put me out of my agonizing misery. Feverishly kissing him back, I ran my tongue through the small entrance to meet his.

His mouth meticulously explored mine with desperation that I nearly couldn’t keep up with. Almost as if he was trying to memorize the shape of my lips. My hands were strained against his back, pulling at the material on his soddened shirt. Sebastian palmed the back of my head to deepen the kiss. Whatever came over me in the blue grotto was beyond me. It was as though my entire body all of a sudden lusted after his. I acted briefly like he was someone I could have and I kissed him back as if I was searching for something that only Sebastian could give me.

This trip was something that I was suppose to do on my own. I realized I had been caught up in my own world of storytelling that I stopping living my reality. I needed something new and fresh to shake up my creative senses. I didn’t ask for this in return. Sebastian was just a detour in my mind. I was never meant to come here with him. I just needed to remind myself that next time I think about sucking faces!

He was the most closed off person I had ever met. Which in return was equally frustrating. Who by the way was still visibly in mourning. I was just a casualty in his journey through his grieving stage. I wouldn’t be able to fill Bianca’s shoes even if I wanted to, which to be clear I don’t. The best thing I could do for myself was to pretend like this was a really bad dream. A bad draft during my editing stage. Revise, rewrite, start over. I could salvage my trip but first thing first was to find my room key that he took and then get the hell out of here.

I had to be quick about my search, but my dress felt like it kept tackling on pounds and it made it harder for me to walk around in. I kept tripping over my own two feet every time I walked forward. I searched around his hotel room looking through every single dresser drawer in sight. I checked under the bed, and in his duffel bag where he clearly kept his contraband. My heartbeat at that point was beating so loudly in my ears. It was like all my worst fears came to life. I couldn’t find my hotel key anywhere and it felt like I was existing in a scene out of a cheesy horror flick, starring me Natalie Foster the dumbstruck damsel.

I looked back towards the bathroom to check to make sure the door was still closed. When I turned back I stumbled into a table leg stubbing my toe painfully hard. Who's idea was it to put that that there and why am I such a klutz?! I grunted out a string of curse words as the pain slowly subsided in my foot. I heard the water turn off as Sebastian’s voice filled the room. “You okay out there?”

I didn’t answer him. My voice failed to work. I decided to forget the room key altogether and leave. I would just go back to my room to pack my bags and find somewhere else to stay. I was halfway to the door when I felt Sebastian’s presence behind me. Damn he was quick. I froze in my tracks unable to walk through the door. I was mortified at the situation I somehow tangled myself in. Scenes like this usually end bad. I turned around afraid to see a murderous look behind his eyes. When I saw his face to my surprise there was only worry.

“I heard a loud sound so I came to check on you to make sure you didn’t see anymore bugs.” A slow lopsided smile formed across his face as the memory of what happened on the boat tried to squeeze at my heartstrings. Sebastian was gripping a white towel that was barely held together around his well defined waistline. His body looked like someone took a carving utensil and created hard and detailed grooves over his abdomen. The towel was hanging dangerously low. He clutched on to it careful not to take his eyes off of me. I drank in the vision of his bare chest that was still soaking wet from his shower. The tiny anchor pendant that he wore around his neck which Sebastian never took off dangled against his chest. My fingers were just itching to trace along the polished silver on the aged charm. Until I quickly forced myself to snap out it.

This wasn’t the time to develop wandering eyes but if his greatly physiqued body would be the last thing I would see then I gladly give thanks to the universe for sending me this final gift! His body glistened with droplets of water that fell all the way down to the happy trail of dark hair going south. Stop, stop, STOP! I scolded myself for not taking this more seriously. I am obviously trapped in a ghastly predicament and I’m drooling over a thieving criminal.

“I found this.” I said hazily. Patience certainly wasn’t my strong suit and I don’t know where I dug the courage to speak, but I procured it. Sebastian looked back at me with a raised brow that showed no indication of what I was talking about. I held my journal up and his easy going smile disappeared.

ONE YEAR LATER

I looked out at the sky and watched as tiny stars began to appear across the water. I had never stopped to take the opportunity to marvel at how transcendent it is to simply watch the sun kiss the moon goodnight. I had it in my head that it was a love affair between two entities that could never truly exist together. No matter how close in proximity they may have appeared up close if you really payed attention it was all just an optical illusion. They never touched and they would never last for much long.

“I took a wild guess and knew I’d find you out here.” The warm and familiar voice made the ambience even more peaceful somehow. Despite the sudden sinking feeling I felt in my chest.

“Prettiest view on the island.” I sighed. I scooted to the end of the bench to make room beside me. He picked up my hand as he sat down and kissed the side of my head in an endearing gesture. We both turned our heads back to gaze at the shimmering moon.

“Are you going to open it?” Alessio's voice was barely above a whisper. I didn’t understand what he was talking about until I noticed the white envelope he covertly placed in my lap. I was most definitely confused by it because while it was addressed to me. The letter was from no other than Bianca.

“Natalie I can explain.” His tone was laced with a calmness I didn’t expect. I had heard those words before from him. Sebastian probably already had an excuse ready to recite. An I didn’t give him the chance to act out his performance.

“You know you almost had me fooled.” I stated in disbelief. “Just tell me Sebastian what were you going to do with it? Did you read it for shits and giggles or were you planning on selling it?” I asked bluntly, my voice was starting to shake.

“Is that what you think I would do?” He asked tightly.

I was at war with myself over that question. My stomach flipped erratically from the way he looked at me. I had every intent on being the one with the upper hand in this situation. Sebastian’s bemused expression caught me off guard. If any thing he was the one that looked offended.

“I honestly don’t know what you would do!” I said in wary voice. “That night I asked if you had it you looked me in the eyes and blatantly lied to my face. I know it must be an insignificant object to you, but it’s important to me and you stole it! You must look at me and laugh at how gullible I am.” I said breathlessly.

I waited to see if the armor of guilt would shed. His piercing glare was almost too intense to stand in front off. I expected him to grovel and beg for my forgiveness while offering some sorry ass apology along with it. “So you figured it out then huh?” Sebastian laughed unfeeling.

Sebastian moved a little closer to me, his face had changed to a stony expression. By the way he was assessing me made me tremble under his scrutiny and it wasn’t from fear. Nothing about his intimidating presence screamed dangerous. I was more terrified that I would do something stupid.

“What else am I suppose to think? I found it hiding in your bag and you said nothing!” I swallowed back nerves that felt never ending.

Sebastian’s overcast blue eyes narrowed on my face studying my reaction as I gripped my journal down beside me. From the looks of the situation from a third eye’s perspective I should’ve been a little apprehensive about being alone with a half naked man that I met a little over two and a half weeks ago. We were both visibly seething with pent up frustrations for one another and yet I couldn’t seem to leave well enough alone.

“It's rather insulting that you think so little of me and assume I would ever do anything to misplace your trust.” His expression softened like I had wounded a part of him.

The entirety of the situation was enough to give me whiplash. I didn’t know whether to slap him or wish that damn towel would magically fall off. For now I was stuck wanting both. “You can’t honestly blame me! It was in your bag!” I repeated sternly.

“Do you remember the morning after breakfast the day you lost it?” Sebastian asked, but he didn’t wait for an answer from me. “I spent all morning helping you look for it. Together we retraced our steps all the way back to Alessio’s restaurant. When our search came up empty right before we left I asked him to keep an eye out for it just in case it turned up.” As Sebastian talked I started to recall the moments when we nearly spent the second half of our day in Capri looking for my journal.

“None of that explains how it came into your possession.” I said defensively. Unsure of how the story would play out I had a feeling I would be eventually swallowing my tongue by the end.

Sebastian spoke up quickly cutting through my accusations. “This morning I had got a call from someone at the restaurant. One of his bartenders was reading it when he was suppose to be working. Alessio recognized the name on the journal and he remembered that you had lost the exact same one. He had someone bring it over to the hotel right before I went to your room. I had every intention of giving it back to you over dinner tonight as a surprise.” Sebastian sighed in exhaustion.

Sebastian’s words were hitting me like a ton of bricks. I had a hunch that weasel no scratch that! Son of a bitch (much better phrasing Natalie) took my journal the second he didn’t want me looking around the bar! I was too preoccupied tossing back limoncello shots to notice that when he wasn't mixing drinks he was also a kleptomaniac! My heart quickly started to sink in my chest. I wanted to be a giant bubble that would at any given second pop.There was an awkward pause then Sebastian said, “Well?” He gave me a pointed stare.

“Well what?” I asked feeling a thousand percent embarrassed. I had just accused him of stealing and for as long as I’ve know him he hadn’t given me reasons to think otherwise. Which frankly isn’t long at all.

His eyes closed and the muscle in his jaw worked profusely. “Why didn’t you give me the benefit of doubt Natalie? It was like you were ready to believe the worst in me.”

I began to move forward but stopped in my tracks. The damp fabric that clung to every particle on my skin was the most gross feeling. I had to control my teeth from chattering I was so cold.

“Answer the goddamn question Natalie!” His demanding voice was rasped. My body sagged with guilt and I shrugged my shoulders unable to give him the answer he wanted. Sebastian regarded my silence as a way of saying what he needed to hear. He bit down on his bottom lip shaking his head vehemently, and started to walk backwards leaving me.

“Wait.” I reached forward not thinking as I grabbed ahold of his wrist. Sebastian stared at my hand like it had scales. Clearing my throat I quickly released my firm grip on him. “If it were you in my place how would you have reacted? I don’t know that much about you apart from you being someone who takes too many risks and doesn’t think twice about anything.”

Tilting his chin as if I had just said something amusing. “If only you knew the whole story .” He said with a pained expression. There was a weird pull between us. One minute we were arguing the next I would be dying to know why he looked like someone just died. No shit Natalie. . .someone did die.

“Tell me then.” I asked quietly. I watched Sebastian’s chest rise and fall as if he just remembered to breathe. His body was taut, but his eyes started to soften.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. I wrapped my arms around my body in an attempt to shield myself from the draft wafting over me. I could feel goosebumps rise up over my skin. Sebastian’s cold stare was long gone but still his silence was every bit chilling.“Maybe this was too soon too fast.” He shook his head.

“What do you mean?” I asked knowing damn well this wasn’t about something as minuscule as a journal anymore.

“This!” He growled low. Sebastian’s voice was uneven, I could hear the brokenness in the one word alone. It wasn’t exactly from anger, but from sorrow. "There's no real point in me coming out here anymore. I just did it for her. I always did.” He whispered.

I wanted to say something anything to just stop his bleeding heart. There wasn’t a single word I could produce to offer him a shred of comfort. Knowing that broke my own heart. “Did what Sebastian?”Sebastian didn't respond right away. “Sorry, you definitely don’t have to tell me. I shouldn’t have asked.”

Expelling a shaking breath he continued. “She’d deny it if you said but Bianca was a adrenaline junkie.” A frustrated sigh escaped him. “Nothing scared her, apart from confinement and her greatest fear was not living life to the fullest. I don't know what she saw in me I was nothing like Gabriel. Now me on the other hand I was more reserved. I wouldn’t do a damn thing solely based off a whim. ” Sebastian explained.

Unable to stop myself I let out a snort at that confession. The Sebastian I met seemed like a daredevil in disguise. A person who lived and breathed for the next unconventional adventure. I quickly brought my hand to my mouth feeling apologetic at what I just did. Sebastian didn’t seem to care.

“I know what you’re thinking and yeah I’m just as surprised as you are.” He said. “We would travel all over the world but she always ended up doing the craziest shit on top of it. Mountain climbing on El Capitan, deep sea diving with hammerheads in the Maldives, kayaking through glaciers in Vancouver. B was a thrill seeker and because I loved her with every breath in my body I thought I would be holding her back if stopped her.”

Sebastian stared passed me focusing on something other than me as if to keep himself calm. “She needed a rush to feel alive. I think she did it on purpose to feel closer to him.” His shoulders stiffened and his tone turned bitter. “Turns out it was the very thing that killed her.”

How did we get here? Oh right I put my fucking foot into mouth and asked him. The conversation goes from theft to death how much morose can this get? The silence is thick and almost unbearable. All I wanted to know was how he came to posses my journal. Somehow it opened up an unrelated and unresolved issue billowing around his recently deceased girlfriend. I didn’t want to force him to carry on. He didn’t have to explain in detail what happened to her. I shifted uncomfortably in my soaking wet shoes not sure to make eye contact with him or not. I wanted to put the pair of us out of this excruciating silence. As if sensing my awkwardness reluctantly his eyes met mine. Sebastian’s lip curled up but it wasn’t a smile. “Of all the things she did it ended up being a freak accident when her cord broke while bungee jumping.”

Swallowing the lump in my throat felt like tiny pieces of glass shards. The sadness that omitted from him clung on to me and wrapped its dispirited tentacles around me. “I’m so sorry.” I whispered. For everything, but only I could hear the rest of the tiny voice in my head. I especially didn't know how to ask him who Gabriel was.

“Want to know what the worse part is?” The answer was obvious, but I didn’t have the guts to say no. The look he had in his eyes was insistent and yet almost stalled by a sense of fear he struggled with. “No matter how hard she tried to convince me I could never follow through with it and for that I will always regret.” Sebastian took a long and deliberate slow breath before releasing it.

“Contrary to what you might think of me Natalie right now being here with you is me finally taking that risk. I don’t know what the hell is happening between you and me. An I know you feel it too, yet you were about to walk away from what this is just because you’d think I would stoop so low and take from you. “ Sebastian leaned forward trapping me with his pained stare.

Internally I yelled at myself to say something, anything that would stop him from looking at me like I had just told him I was Lord Voldemort. Just twenty minutes ago I was jumping to the conclusion that he stole from me. Now I felt like the biggest jerk in existence and I suddenly have gone mute. “I’m going to finish up my shower. I really do hope the rest of your stay here is pleasant and you finally get the chance to live your own story for a change.”He didn’t bother to steal one last glance as if looking at me any longer would burn him.

Time ticked by me slowly after he left. I walked over to the bed and tossed my journal onto it, not wanting to hold it any longer as if it were a bad omen. In that moment I realized that I had two options. Two decisions no matter the choice I make I’d eventually regret not choosing the other. My feet started to move before my mind could catch up. I ended up standing on the other end of the bathroom door.

I pushed it open and steam from the shower filled my nose alongside Sebastian’s mouthwatering scent. I took baby steps into the bathroom not knowing what I was going to be greeted by. I peered around the shower and saw Sebastian standing with his head drawn back letting the water from the shower head pour down into his face. His attention suddenly snapped to me when he noticed I was standing behind the fogged glass. Without thinking I mindless started to pull back the sliding glass door, feeling the water spritz my already soaked clothes.

Sebastian who was gloriously naked stood still and watched me as if I was an apparition. My hand lifted to the straps on my dress letting them fall halfway down my shoulder. Lifting up the ends of my damp hair I turned my back. “Can you help me with my zipper. . . again?” I asked casually. I must’ve been felling all kinds of brave today.

I could hear the weariness in Sebastian’s voice. “Natalie.” Sebastian huffed out my name as if it were either a plea or a prayer.

“Are you going to help me or not?” I asked feeling flustered, my voice was unsteady. I don’t know what came over me. I rarely acted on impulse, but my blood ran cold when he wasn’t around and runs hot when he’s near. I’d never given myself to someone so easily who could effortlessly crack open and expose my heart. There was a long contemplated silence that followed my question. His hands gripped the back of my dress grabbing hold to the material, unzipping it in one quick motion. My back was exposed and I stood still waiting to see if he would make the next move. Just as I felt the rejection swallow me in its huge embarrassing jaws. Sebastian’s warm and wet hands tightly gripped at my sides, his fingers firmly pressed through the fabric on my drenched dress. Expectations was coursing though me until he abruptly loosened his hold that I almost lost my balance from lost of contact.

“You coming in?” I could feel the outlines of his chest rising and falling against my back. Those three little words were indelicate and like molten hot lava trickling down my spine. The air in the bathroom turned humid and beads of hot water splashed on my back. I don’t know why my heart was pounding out of my chest. I willfully barged into his bathroom like a woman on a mission. The panic started to rise in my chest when I realize that maybe this isn’t something that he necessarily wanted. I’m practically asserting myself onto him like some creep. One that I vividly remember telling him I was leery of him being back at the airport. Yet I am the one standing in his bathroom with my clothes hanging off of me ready to jump his bones. He must think I have lost my mind. I’d have to agree with him if he did.

As if hearing my thoughts he chimed in. “If we are going to stand in the shower all afternoon I’d at least like to look at your face.”

Swallowing down the lump of insecurities I turned to face him staring directly into his anxiously waiting blue eyes. I could tell he was allowing me to be the one to take the lead. Sebastian in all aspects was giving all the control to me. I lifted myself out of my shoes without taking my eyes off of his. I placed my hand on the glass in order to gain steadiness before I walked completely inside. On the inside of the shower it was more than enough space for the two of us. The interior was made up of ash gray marbling with an antiqued gold brass shower set. It looks like it’s made of the same material as the giant gold mirror in my room. For. Fucks.Sake. I’m even rambling in my head!

“Breath Natalie.” A slow smile had spread across his face. Sebastian’s thumb gently brushed my damp cheek in small circular motions. Last time he said that to me he told me I looked like I was walking the plank. I wondered if I looked like that now? Standing in his shower with my clothes still on yes I can confirm I look out of place.

“I don’t know what I’m doing.” I managed to say. We were standing nearly nose to nose. The air he expelled I breathed it in. I concentrated on the light feel of Sebastian’s warm hand holding my face like it was precious glass that would break if he should let go. The touch of him shouldn’t calm me as much as it does. He was someone I didn't want to get use to, but I don’t want him to let go in the meantime.

“Well neither do I.” Sebastian’s back was taking all of the direct contact of the water from the shower head above us. Water pooled down around his hair and face. He stood unaffected as if it didn’t bother him. Being naked and drenched from head to toe was a good look for Sebastian. That maddening fragrance of his skin was making it very hard to have restraint to refrain me from bury my nose in the crook of his neck and breath him in. But that’s exactly what I want to do. “If you’re scared just be scarier than whatever is scaring you.” A shiver traveled over my skin as I met Sebastian’s gaze.

A slight chuckle rumbled out from his chest. “So you’re stealing my lines now, Thumper? And isn’t that from Bambi?”

“If you are inclined to ask then maybe you’re not worthy.” I took another step closer to him not breaking eye contact, moving into him as close as I could get. He stared down at me and I could feel the slowest trail of heat travel up my thighs. I wanted him to kiss me.

Within an instant the air between us changed and his expression turned to something unreadable. “I’m not.” His voice rasped. Sebastian’s head swooped down, his mouth finally finding my cold wet lips.

He took no time getting reacquainted. Good to know that we were on the same page here. With ease he carefully guided me backwards until my back pressed against the cool tiles. His mouth parted over mine with a slight exchange of air. I breathed him in before I slipped my tongue in tasting droplets of water that invaded his mouth. Sebastian devoured my mouth with small nips and rhythmic kisses that fell in sync with one another. We kissed with a tortured slowness that was nearly unbearable. Familiarizing our lips and tongue over and over, memorizing every inch until my jaw went sore. Still it wasn’t enough. Sebastian’s hands clasped around my waist to steady himself as if he were in need of an anchor. Yet I was the one growing weak at the knees. Rubbing my body against him created a sensuous friction that made me wonder why was I still clothed. Lust rippled through my bloodstream as I gripped his neck tighter urging him for more.

A frustrated groan slipped from my mouth as I arched up against him. I was desperate to get this dress off of me. Sebastian’s palms went up my back and up the column of my neck, until his fingers tangled around damp strands of my hair. His tongue steadily plunging into my mouth, pulling on the bottom of my lip with his teeth. I reared my head back needing air to fill into my lungs.

“Why haven’t you taken my dress off?” My eyes fluttered opened. I panted for air I’d gladly let him keep stealing. Sebastian looked back at me with musing curiosity. His gaze grew less fierce and he swallowed back his own growing need.

“Is that what you want me to do?” He swiped a wet strand of hair off of my forehead. The answer to that was simple. Yet, when Sebastian asked he made the question feel more complicated than it should have been. On my own accord I shimmied out of my dress , letting it fall around my feet. I stepped out of it and kicked it off to the side. I was left standing in nothing but my light blue cotton underwear. Bravo Natalie you packed the most unsexiest underwear you could find. Sebastian’s eyes never drifted below my neck. I could see the pulse in his throat thrumming rapidly. I didn’t know what to do with my hands they stayed down my side anxiously balled in a tight fist. His silence was going to be the death of me.

“S-Say something.” My teeth chattered together through my sex filled daze. For as long we were standing there the water was turning cold and it showed. Sebastian was too perceptive to have not noticed my exposed breast.

“I don’t want to rush things with you Natalie.” He stared down at me with half hooded eyes. His lips were blood rushed from being thoroughly kissed. A sliver of self doubt weaseled its way into my head.

“You want to stop?” I managed to keep my voice leveled. I wont deny the disappointment I felt. “I clearly did not read this situation right.” I started to ease away from him to make a mad dash to leave the confinement of the shower, but Sebastian stilled his hands on my face. He rubbed the pads of his thumbs over my damp skin in. I tried to back away from his hold. We always seemed to pick the most awkward moments to go quiet. Sebastian kept my face locked between his hands. Unexpectedly he captured my mouth against his. Kissing me with a deliberate slowness that made my brain got to complete mush. “If you think I don’t want to fuck you then you read me all wrong.” He ran his fingers along my neck I could barely feel that his touch was there.

Well Shit.

Words, Natalie, use your words! Licking my lips in nerves still tasting him. I was too taken by surprise to reply. I wouldn’t necessarily describe myself as shy or a bashful person. I’m in his shower with my nipples pressing against his chest for crying out loud. But in more ways than one I am finding myself constantly taken off guard by him. I’m in a constant state of not knowing what to expect around him and frankly I think I enjoy it too much. Blinking rapidly to keep the water from going in my eyes, I placed my hands on his chest to keep him a few inches away to keep some of my self control. “But?” It came out of my mouth more like a aggravated sigh.

Sebastian voiced echoed my own in a low murmur next to my ear. “But.” The corner of Sebastian’s mouth kicked up allowing his smile that I was quickly becoming enamored by take up his face. I impatiently waited for him to finish whatever he was about to say. Stalling at best Sebastian pressed an openmouthed kissed under my ear following a path down my throat. “I meant what I said Natalie.” He paused, he kissed alongside the nape of my shoulder. His tongue moved across my skin, Sebastian’s grip shifted lower to my ass lifting me higher against his chest. My legs voluntarily locked around his waist.

Sebastian shifted his body inward almost cocooning mine into his like a shield. Trailing kisses down my bare chest. I wrapped my hands around his shoulders and my hips started to move as if having their own agenda feeling his erection brush against my inner thigh. “I said I’d risk just about everything to be near you, but I want to get know every part of you first.” He said, his mouth still lingering over my chest between kisses.

“Oh.” I answered breathlessly. Sebastian’s lips were leaving chills in its wake. “I want to know the first book you read that made you want to become a writer.” Actually it was a movie called Stand By Me that made me love stories. Though I couldn’t seem to verbally string together a coherent sentence for the life of me. I lost all ability to speak.

Sebastian clearly didn’t care by the way his left hand teasingly traced the curve of my breast. “I want to hear all about where you grew up and if you played a pointless musical instrument.” Nashville and the Glockenspiel which depending on how you look at it technically doesn’t count because I’m pretty sure everyone in elementary school dabbled in it.

“I want you to tell me that the craziest thing that you have ever done does not involve you jumping out of a plane. Because Natalie I want you and it’s making me scared shitless.” He said right as his mouth hovered over my nipple before roughly capturing it in his mouth. Sebastian’s tongue toyed with it at a languid pace, grazing his teeth around it. I drew in quick breath, inhaling in his scent that permeated through my nose and dammit if doesn’t smell delicious enough to eat.

“I think your definition of slow might be misconstrued.” Another gasp escaped me as my head fell against the wall. My hands fumbled in his hair pulling him closer, I wasn’t exactly complaining by the directness in contact. I’m pretty sure my body would have wept at the thought of him not finishing what I clearly started. Sebastian was clearly hell bent on delivering the sweetest torture while holding me.

“Believe me this is slow.” He reassured me, though I wasn’t entirely convinced. With carefulness he guided both of my legs back to solid ground. I kept myself pressed against the shower due to the fact the sensation consuming me whole was weakening me in the best way possible.

Without warning or hesitation Sebastian lowered himself to the floor our eyes locked on one another. He watched me as if he was waiting for a flicker of doubt from me. I peered down at him while he hooked his fingers under the straps of my underwear on both sides gradually rolling them down my legs. Sebastian eyes never faltered ,he released a ragged breath as he gently lifted my ankles to guide my legs out of them. He was no longer shielding the water from the shower.

My brain suddenly decided to unleash a wave of unwanted emotions to run ramped though my mind at the most inconvenient time. I didn’t know what tomorrow would look like or even next week when I boarded my flight back home. It just now dawned on me that he also has a home to get back to as well. He had somehow entered my bloodstream and I didn’t know where to begin to get rid of him. Apart of me hoped there wasn’t a cure. Still I wondered if I was just a distraction from his grief. There was a high chance Sebastian was emotionally unavailable and I was a vulture claiming him as my own. He belonged to someone else and she took Sebastian’s heart with her. There was no chance in hell he had any left over for me.

Having a channel to my thoughts with an impossible slowness be pried my knees apart before leaving chaste kisses on the sides of my legs. “Do you ever give that beautiful mind of yours a rest?”

“I consider Saturday and Sunday my off days, but you never know when inspiration strikes and then I’m spending my entire weekend scribbling over notes in my journal all day long. Then doing outlines on my laptop.” Wishing I could swallow my fucking tongue! Saving me from my own rambling. Sebastian abruptly silenced me for good when his skillful mouth eagerly found the one spot my overactive brain wasn’t connected to.

That was by far the longest and most raunchiest shower I have ever had. I was just waiting for the other shoe to drop and for realization to sink in so that the guilt and awkwardness could take turns tormenting me. I waited and I waited but the feelings never came. Instead I felt dizzy. My head wouldn’t stop spinning and the embarrassingly dopey grin I was sporting was enough to make me feel like the ground would crumble beneath me. I wouldn’t care because the cloud I was drifting on would catch me. On the miraculous chance I was having an extremely vivid dream, no one pinch me.

In the midst of my non alcoholic haze I somehow ended up on the private balcony outside Sebastian’s room. We were laying on a hammock that I was convinced was not meant for two. Sebastian thought otherwise and now I found myself laying practically on top of him. Not to mention I had on one of his long sleeved dark blue t-shirt that looked liked a baggy mini dress on me. On the front it had the words “Property of NASA” written across in bold white letters. Again not my idea to wear his clothes. But I did not complain.

“The view around us is incredible and yet the way you’re studying the moon I would’ve sworn you have never seen it before.” Sebastian’s voice was the ice breaker to the comfortable silence that fell over us.

“Why are you watching me?”I questioned, as I readjusted myself so that I could get more room on the hammock. I lifted my self up a little to shift my body so that I could be on my side. Sebastian, who I was quickly learning was very hyperaware of everything I did. He moved his right leg to hang over the hammock and scooted himself closer to the edge so that I could fit my entire body in the crook of his arm.

“What can I say I like looking at what I’m holding better.” The palm of his hand was right above my ass. I could feel the tip of his index finger draw mindless shapes over my hipbone. Apart from listening to the rhythmic sound of the dormant sea. I could hear the sound of Sebastian breathing in and out, as if he was having to control it. When I tilted my head up his mind looked far away. He looked at me like it was the first time he saw me. I couldn't settle the butterflies metamorphosing inside my stomach. I found it almost overwhelming.

“When I was little my mom moved us around a lot, she’d always grow bored of our surroundings. Which would eventually result to moving on to the next state. The only thing that stayed the same for me was right up there. To remind me some things don’t have to change, plus I thought it followed me and I’d always make up stories about it. I know it’s cheesy, but in my defense I was six and it sorta just stuck.” My mouth turned downward in my typical embarrassed fashion. I had no where to hide my face so that I wouldn’t have to see his reaction. I glanced away. I felt a firm yet gentle grip around my chin pulling my face up closer to meet his. Sebastian stared at me no longer than three heart beats. Yes, I counted.

“So the reason you’re all the way here in Capri is to see if the moon is the same?” His voice was deep. The way he was concentrating on me I couldn’t tell if he was joking or being serious. I expected laughter to ensure at any second.

“Of course not. . . I read about it.” I stated, my voiced already laced with self consciousness. Yet, for some unexplained reason I kept babbling on. “According to Homer when Ulysses was sailing along the coast of Capri here is where he first heard the beguiling voices of Sirens. Regardless of the fictional elements I still wanted to see this place for myself.”

Sebastian smiled before turning his attention towards the night sky, letting my face go. “You’re something else Natalie Foster.”

“I could say the same about you.” I said matter-of-fact.

Sebastian made a sound, I didn’t know whether he was agreeing with me or dismissing it. “No,” He exhaled. " I'm the guy who came here to visit the parents of the son my recently deceased girlfriend was madly in love with."

"What?" I said loudly.

"You already met Gabriel's father." Sebastian said nonchalantly, as he swayed the hammock back and forth. I twisted around so that I could lay on my stomach to face him. Recalling back to the people I met here was our guide Ian and Alessio. Unless Ian drank from the fountain of youth my guess is with Alessio.

My eyes widened. "Wait. What?" I repeated looking at him quizzically, still unable to follow along with what he was saying.

"Long before Bianca met me she was head over heels for this guy she met while in the Peace Corps. She told me they bonded over their passion to do humanitarian work in different countries. Bianca had a huge heart and when she loved something she was all in." Sebastian says, giving me a weak smile.

Not knowing if I should prompt him to say more, because talking about her looked like it was cutting open a fresh wound. I definitely didn't want to be the one to add to his misery. Though after what just happened between the two of us I'm sure he could let me in just a tiny inch. The line I drew regarding our friendship was already blurred and definitely crossed. "What happened to Gabriel?" I asked slowly.

"The two of them had a lot of goals they wanted to accomplish together. Remember when I told you earlier she was a bit of a thrill seeker?" I nodded my head at his question.

"Well they were one in the same. She told me they wanted to do all kinds of outrageous shit before they got married. Gabriel caught pneumonia before they could ever make it to the alter. His immune system just got weaker and weaker. Intent on keeping their promise Bianca never stopped. She'd visit his parents from time to time and when we started going out I wasn't going to be the one to stop her from coming out here. Once I really got to know Alessio and Nina they became really good friends of mine. . .so I thought." His voice trailed off.

"He seemed so nice last time I saw him talk to you and if I heard correctly his wife wanted you to visit them." I was propped up to face Sebastian genuinely interested and taken by surprise at how the truth was shaping out to be.

Sebastian’s eyes evaded. mine."Alessio didn't show up when we searched for your journal and he was brief with me when I spoke with him on the phone. I hadn't even heard from Nina. I think without Bianca being here it's weird for me to even still visit them. Their son was going to marry her and she never really could let him go. The shittiest part is I was the one robbed of a last goodbye. Her folks claimed Bianca wouldn't have wanted a public service." A devastating wave filled the air around us. For a few seconds I stayed motionless trying to comprehend it all. Everything Sebastian just told me was gut wrenching. I had never known anything like it and I felt even more horrible that in the beginning I had made everything about me.

Tensing, he said, "I didn't mean to ruin your night and you sure as hell didn't sign up for this."

"You're absolutely correct." I stated flatly, scooting up closer so that Sebastian and I were at eye level. "On the top ten most exciting things to do in Capri the travel blogger didn't include you on the list." Bending down I placed a tender kissed alongside Sebastian's lower throat. His eyelids fell shut and he exhaled a deep breath. I couldn't begin to fathom the heartache I'm sure he felt for her. I just hoped liked hell I wasn't making it worse.

"Thank you Natalie." Sebastian cleared his throat speaking in a more vulnerable tone.

"For what?" I asked.

"For reading The Odyssey." He looked like he wanted to say something else but he didn't. He steadied his protective grip around me hugging me close to his bare chest like I would fall out of the hammock. I sighed. I knew I could stay here forever. Sparks went off in my chest. I was in over my head ,that I was certain of. I bit the inside of my cheek to suppress the laughter bubbling up inside.

"You know what we need?" I said with a tenor of determination. I wanted to do something to change the solemn mood that seemed to have taken over the atmosphere. Sebastian suddenly rolled over on his side pinning me under him, pulling my bottom lip with his teeth. "More of this?" He asked suggestively.

I shook my head while grinning wide. "Gelato." I said, my voice breathless.

"Gelato?" Sebastian repeated like it was a foreign concept. When the word rolled off his tongue it sounded a thousand times better. I said it before and I'll say it again his voice made everything sound sexier.

"I think the hotel restaurant is still open. I can be back in twenty minutes top." I told him.

"Make it ten." Sebastian ordered.

"You never really pegged me as the bossy type." He leaned forward so that he was completely hovering over me. I could've imagined a thousand scenarios of how my trip would've gone, laying underneath a man as gorgeous as this one was not on my itinerary. Perhaps he was thinking the same thing as well. A bashful smile ghosted Sebastian’s lips. "I just like being near you." He said in a hushed tone.

I was ashamed to admit that I was easily affected by him. I forgot everything that I was about to say, because suddenly I felt Sebastian's mouth nip at the soft skin covering my hip and I yelped in surprise. Which caused me to come down from the hammock. I'm dangerously ticklish and my flailing limbs are lethal. I pushed my shirt back down and tiptoed backwards as I walked back into the room. Sebastian, who remained unbothered by my lack of poise eyed me in amusement. "I...need...pants."

"I have some sweatpants in that duffel bag behind the closet door." He exhaled a quiet laugh. I scurried off to go find a pair. Riffling through nearly a dozen pair, even his clothes smelled like him. I settled for black ones that I quickly got into, pulling the drawstrings as tight as they would go so that they were secured around my hips. I couldn't walk around the hotel barefoot and I draw the line at wearing his shoes.

I grudgingly slipped into my dampened shoes. Looking down at my ghastly assemble I knew I was a fashion victim. I couldn't muster the courage to steal a look at my reflection when I went inside of the bathroom. I was able to comb through my knotted hair with my fingers and created a side braid. Walking back out I caught Sebastian with his arms rested behind his head still in the hammock looking up at the moon. Sensing my near presence like a magnet he turned to face me.

I shifted uncomfortably at the weight of his longing stare. "I know I know," I sighed ruefully. "I look..."I racked my brain for the right synonyms; horrible, disarrayed, a hot mess.

"Breathtaking." Sebastian said, cutting through my thoughts.

While I walked through the main lobby that is exactly what I wanted to keep in mind as I passed by people who were dressed as if they stepped right off of the runway. I didn't mind the few stares I got along the way to the restaurant. I knew my eye sore of an outfit was out of place, but I no longer cared. I followed the trail of bodies coming and going in a direction that led me straight into the luxurious restaurant located on the terrace overlooking the Marina Grande and the Bay of Naples. Every time I caught sight of the enchanting deep blue sea at night filled me with a serene calmness. Too bad it was going to be short lived.

I assumed the kitchen was still open by the way people waited for their reservations to open up. The seating area was discreetly arranged. Sitting at a table I assumed made guest feel like they were in their own private sector. Fenced in by an intricate metal railing that was wrapped in a florescent deep red bougainvillea plants that twisted into it.Tall black umbrellas with wooden poles canopied over the tables covered in crisp white cloths. Chilled bottles of wine sat at every table alongside glass pitchers of water. Tiny flicker of flames was trapped somehow in the center of the table which kept the individual areas dimly lit. Trees that were nearly half the size of palm trees had full bloomed branches that hung high above my head. The leaves were curved inward almost making a cloud of greenery, and tiny lemons were dangling from it.

My shoes slapped against the wooden floorboard making me also be seen and heard. Yippie. I spotted a woman frantically tapping away at touch screen monitor wearing khaki shorts and light blue polo with the hotel logo on the front. "Is there some sort of dessert menu I could look at? Also if possible could I charge my order to my room?" I asked her kindly. It had dawned on me that my pockets were empty and I forgot my wallet. I was internally hoping she would not judge me because of my appearance.

When she looked up at me a genuine smile broke out on her face. "Yes we do. I'd be happy to provide you with one." Her saccharine accent was so lovely to hear. Taking a quick look at her name tag pinned to her shirt. Elisa handed me a rectangular menu with only the names of various desserts and drinks. My eyes quickly scanned over it looking for any mention of gelato. I squinted my eyes in effort of trying to adjust my vision on the tiny words. No glasses or credit cards I came so unprepared. Ah ha! I found it! The gelato....not my glasses.

The happy dance I was doing was thankfully in my head, because someone was now beside me. I gave Elisa my order, almond honey butter for me because why the hell not? For Sebastian I chose a safer flavor and just went with chocolate. "I'll just need a name so the charge can be made."

"Natalie Foster." I told her, as I leaned over to pass the menu back to her. I quickly pulled back not realizing I was hovering over someone seated in a wheel chair.

"Wow." She stated in disbelief. I turned to face her with an apology fresh in my mouth before she spoke up again. "You're Natalie Foster?" Her voice wasn't laced with anger, if anything she sounded excited.

"Forgive me I should've looked before I moved into you personal space! That was ill mannered of me. I'm sorry." I don't think I exhaled once while talking to her. She frantically waved her hand in the air as if to dismiss me. Which caused her glossy black hair that was cut into a bob that was longer in the front and short in the to bounce around her face. The way her dark green eyes lit up, you'd think I just told her she won the lottery.

"I am a huge fan of your work!" She moved the wheels on her chair so she could swivel it around to face me. When I looked down that was when I noticed both of her legs were casted in thick silver metal braces all the way up to her kneecaps. I didn't know what to say usually not many readers of my books recognized me enough to come over and talk to me or they did and just didn't care.

"Thank you!" That was all I seemed to be able to think of.

"I'd ask you to sign something, but I only own digital copies of your books." Her smile only grew bigger and bigger. If I had to take a guess we were probably around the same age and she was hands down amongst one of the prettiest people I have ever seen. My confidence yeah it was dissipating.

"I'm just grateful there are people out there who still enjoy reading." I said, meaning every word. Feeling the admiration I extended my arm out to shake her hand. "What's your name?"

Returning the gesture she was happy to tell me. "Bianca Jagger!"

A burst of soft laugher came out of my mouth. "No way?"

Bianca laughed along with me. "My parents clearly thought they were being funny. Wait till you hear my mother's maiden name."

I raised my eyebrow in anticipation of her answer. "‪Diana Ross‬." A beat of silence passed between us before we both started laughing. To others we must have look absolutely insane. Right on cue Elisa returned carrying two cups of what I knew was to be heaven in a cup. Bianca watched my movements like I was someone to actually be enamored by.

"I better get going it." I said, I turning around ready to get back to Sebastian.

"Of course I don't want you to keep him waiting. It was really nice meeting you." Her voice cracked.

"Likewise!" I chirped, mindlessly unaware. I walked in the same direction that I came in and the other shoe I was waiting to drop finally came down. Right down into my gelato that hit the floor.

No, it couldn't be.

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Only One Night - Sebastian Stan Part 6

Words count: 1873

Paring: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst

A/N: feedback is always welcomed! English is not my first language and i have dyslexia so if there are typos I’m sorry! And let me know if you want a part 6! Feedback is always welcomed!

requests are open!

part1 part 2 part3 part4 part5 part6 part7 part8 part9

You had been ignoring Sebastian calls and you didn’t even read the messages he had sent you. You had heard how Chris and Rose talked about you and Sebastian and how Sebastian wanted to come over and talk to you but Rose told Chris that she didn’t want him here, neither did you. He had even sent some flowers to your apartment with a sorry note. You felt much better already on Wednesday but didn’t want to face Sebastian so you didn’t go to work but now it was Thursday and you were recovered so you had to go to work. You get up from your bed and put on your high-waist jeans and a cute red blouse. You did your makeup and let your hair down. You look at yourself in the mirror.

I look good, right?

You pour yourself a cup of coffee in the kitchen. Rose walks in and looks at you with a small sad smile on her lips.

“So you’re going to work?” she asks and you just nod at her.

“Are you ready? You don’t have to go in if you are not ready to face him you know that right?”

“I know Rose but I don’t want to avoid it any longer, because I still have to do it eventually.” you tell her and take a sip from your cup. Rose was about to say something, but Chris walks in and interrupts her.

“Morning.” He smiles and looks at you two. “Need a ride to work?”

“No thanks, I’ll walk.” You tell him and walk past them back to your room. You didn’t feel comfortable because Chris was always over and he and Sebastian were such good friends so Sebastian would know everything that was going on here. Chris had tried to talk to you about Sebastian but you told him that you didn’t want to talk about him and he luckily left it alone.

You pack your bag, finish your coffee and put on your high heels and a black coat. You walk to the front door and see Rose and Chris argue about something.

“Bye!” You yell from the front door and walk out. Something was going on between those two and you knew that it had something to do with the situation between you and Sebastian. You walk to work a little slower than usually. You finally made it to work and take the elevator up. You get out and walking to your desk you smile at Sebastian's secretary. You take your coat off and leave your bag on to the table as you walk up to her.

“Sorry, I think that I didn’t get your name, last time we met.” you smile at her and she nods.

“It’s alright, I’m Scarlett people call me Scar.” She smiles back at you and gives you a pile of papers.

“Here. I have tried to keep up with your work when you were sick but there is still a lot to be done.” She tells you with an apologizing look on her face.

“Thanks a lot, Scar.” you tell her and walk back to your table to get to work. You texted Zac asking if he wanted to go to lunch with you and around 12 you two met up in the elevator. You walk to the small place that you ate at last time. You were having fun like you always had with him.

“Can you find me a date?” You ask him and suddenly his smile drops as he looks at you with a confused face.

“What happened to Sebastian?” He asks and you just shake your head.

“Let’s not talk about it, right now. So can you hook me up with a cute guy or not?” He didn’t answer right away.

“Sure, I guess. I have a good friend who would love to go out with you.” You smile at him, you really needed someone else that’s not Sebastian.

“I’ll text him your number and you can work it out.” He tells you and you just thank him. After lunch, you two walk back to work. You run to the elevators and just barely make it in time. You try to calm your breathing, it’s not so easy to run in high heels. You look up and your eyes meet the ones you had grown to dislike in the past two days. You turn around and start talking to Zac.

“Oh, I’m really excited for my date tonight.” You smile at Zac and his eyes meet Sebastian, who is looking at you visibly irritated by what you said, but he quickly turned back to you.

“He seemed really excited too, you are going to love him.” he plays along and you thank heavens that he got what you were doing. The doors open to Margot's floor and you two say your byes as he gets out, before the doors close. You ignored Sebastian completely, even when he said your name. The elevator doors open on your floor and you walk out, Sebastian hot on your heels. You smile at Scar and sit down at your desk, not paying any attention to the man in front of you.

“Can we talk.” he lets out with a sigh.

“About work?” you ask without looking up at him.

“You know what I mean. You haven’t read my text or returned any of my calls.” He says in a hushed tone, clearly not wanting others to hear.

“I’m really busy ‘boss’. Maybe later, I really need to get this work done.” You tell him and he seems to be lost.

“Well if you want to play this game, fine! You will not leave this desk before you’re done with all of your work.” his voice was cold and that's when you finally look up at him.

“You kidding me?” You ask with a laugh. You had so much work to be done, you would need to stay for hours after work.

“I’m not.” He just stays sternly and walks to his office. What are you going to do? You had a date at 7 p.m. with Zac’s friend and you would maybe finish all your work around midnight if you were lucky. You text the guy you can’t make it today and that maybe tomorrow would work out if you were still alive by then. It was around 7 p.m. when you saw the last person leave the office. You didn’t even know if Sebastian was still in his office because you were so into your work you didn’t notice anything around you until now. You let out a sigh and got back to work. Your body hurts and you feel a little sick again. You hear someone walk out of the elevators, you look up and see a delivery man with food. That’s when the smell of food hits you and you realize how hungry you really are.

“Excuse me, where is Mr. Stans office?” The guy asks you and you just point at his door. He knocks and goes in and a minute later walks out with a smile on his face and leaves. You look at the time and suddenly feel like going into Sebastian’s office and scream at him to let you go home but that’s when he suddenly opens his door. He is now only wearing his suit pants, a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the first couple buttons were undone.

“Want to eat?” he asks as he leans on his door frame.

“No thank you, I’m not hungry.” You lie and he lets out a small laugh.

“Come on. You have been working hard all day. Come and eat.” he tells you and walks up to your desk.

“Well, whose fault it is?” you can’t help but spit out.

“Ow, that hurt. Come on now, y/n.” he takes your hand to pull you up and walks you to his office. When you two are in his office he lets go of your hand and goes back to his table to sit down. You sit across from him on a leather chair.

He looks at the food boxes and then back at you.

“I didn’t know what you liked so I ordered some sushi and some different kinds of noodles.” he tells you and opens the boxes before he gives you chopsticks. You don’t say anything and just start eating. It was so good and you couldn’t help yourself but to let out a small moan.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying the food.” He winks at you as he eats himself. You just nod and tried some more of it.

“I’m sorry that I made you stay after work hours.” he tells you and you look up at him. Your eyes meet his and you can tell that he really was sorry. “I got jealous when I heard you had a date today and then you didn’t want to talk to me about Tuesday and honestly I get why, I was an ass.” You don’t say anything and just keep eating. “I should have texted you but I thought I could still make it, maybe not on time, but still make it to you.” He says and you look back at him.

“I don’t know what you want me to say?” You tell him and think about his words. He really hurt your feeling but on the contrary, you had done the same to him before.

“I don’t know I just really need this to work out between us. I really like you y/n.” He had told you that so many times, but you didn’t believe him anymore.

“I don’t want to be part of your game, Sebastian.” You mumble and put down the chopsticks. “I know what a playboy you are and all on top of it all this drama with Sofia. You don’t even know what you want yourself.” You let out a sigh. “I don’t want to be in this mess.” You tell him and you can clearly see the pain in his eyes.

“You know I’m not playing with you.”

“Do I Sebastian? How do I know you’re honest?” You ask him.

“Please give me a chance?” he responded and you can’t help yourself but to give him a sad look.

“I have already given you so many chances and you have let me down every time.” You tell him and get up. “I just don’t know what to do anymore.” And that’s true, you were seriously feeling lost. “I really like you and you hurt me so bad when you didn’t show up or text me to tell me you couldn’t make it.” He gets up as well to walks over to you and hesitates before putting his hand on your cheek.

“One more chance, I promise you. That was the last time I let you down ever again.” he tells you and leans in to press a feather-light kiss to your lips before he pulls back to look into your eyes asking for a permission to go on. You just close your eyes, wrap your hands around his neck and kiss him back.

What were you doing?

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cravingmarvel · 6 years

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Apartment - Chapter Nine

Sebastian Stan AU

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Fem!Reader

Warnings: A little angst, like one swearword

Word Count: A little over 1430

Summary: You just moved from Germany to New York, working as an editor at a newspaper. So what happens when you find out your favourite actor lives in the apartment across from yours? And how will people react when you share your story on your Blog dedicated to him? What will you make of this situation?

A/N: I owe my motivation to Jay @buckisthatyou And that I stopped beating myself up for not uploading this yesterday hahaha I LOVE YOU

Masterlist // Sebastian Stan Masterlist

Chapter One // Chapter Two // Chapter Three // Chapter Four // Chapter Five // Chapter Six // Chapter Seven // Chapter Eight //

I sat at my desk waiting for four pm to finally arrive, so I could go home. Today has been the worst day I’ve ever had. I couldn’t concentrate on anything and the urge to go home bugged me since I came into the office this morning. My thoughts were all over the place and not once did I think about the work I had to do. My brain just came up with the worst scenarios of how Sebastian could find my blog and everything on it. My stomach felt heavy. This is stealing energy from me, making it impossible to get through the day.

I logged out of Tumblr to avoid getting distracted, but even the thought of people having screenshotted the chapter I posted, made my stomach twist and turn. I noticed a few sending me hate anonymously, so logging out seemed to be the only solution not to act on it. The thought of deleting my whole blog also crossed my mind, but I didn’t want to throw away everything I’ve built. I’m attached to what I created and shared, so losing something that brought me nothing but joy over the past year made me sad. I’ve met some amazing people on there, some I even consider my friends.

My prayers were finally answered, so I packed my things and left as quickly as possible. On my way out I passed by my boss who is wearing a particularly swampy looking tie today, making me laugh internally. As I sat down on the driver’s seat, my phone started ringing and I saw Sebastian’s name on the display. A smile crept up on my face. “Hey, Seb. What’s up?”

“Hey, I wanted to ask you if you would like to come over to eat and watch a movie.”

I smiled even wider making my cheeks hurt. “Sure I’ll come right when I washed this day off my body.” I heard him chuckle on the other end.

I was listening to sad songs the whole time I was driving home to match my mood. I did this. It’s my fault that people are catching on what’s happening. I should’ve never started that whole series. If I never started talking about my neighbour being Sebastian, none of this would’ve happened. But there was no turning back now. I did what I did and dwelling on it is not going to change a single thing.

When I got home I immediately went into my bathroom to take a shower. The warm water hitting my skin, making my muscles relax. I tried to push every thought of the disaster happening online to the very back of my brain. I wanted to enjoy this evening with my boyfriend, Sebastian. I put on a pair of leggings and oversized shirt, to be as comfortable as possible.

I left my apartment and went straight so Sebastian’s, knocking on his door. He opened the door in sweatpants and a sweater, matching my comfortable aesthetic. He gestured for me to come in by stepping away from the door. I noticed a few candles had been lit and the smell of pizza made my hunger grow tremendously. We sat down on the couch and Seb brought out some movies to choose from. Sebastian disappeared somewhere while I decided on what movie we should watch.

“Y/n, look.” I turned around to see Sebastian holding a cactus. He smiled from ear to ear showing me the plant. “I got it today. You kept talking about cacti when you first came over.” I couldn’t hold back laughing a little.

“You remembered!” I was quite surprised he did. “So now you expect me to take care of it when you’re gone, right?” He went over to the bookshelf to put the cacti back between the books.

“Well you did offer to do that, didn’t you?” He sat next to me, placed his arm around my shoulder and kissed my temple. I looked up to meet his eyes.“I did.”

A small giggle escaped my lips and Sebastian moved closer to me brushing his lips against mine before gently kissing me. He pulled away while still staying close to my face. “You’re so adorable.” He gave me another kiss before starting the movie.

We had a fun time just eating and laughing at how stupid the people in horror movies could be. Seb’s very affectionate, always placing kisses on the side of my face, squeezing my hand and whispering sweet nothing’s in my ear making me shiver.

I stood up to make my way to the toilet. His bathroom has the same vibes as the rest of his apartment. His products neatly placed on a shelve and it looked like he recently cleaned the sink.

I stepped back into the living room to see Sebastian now standing, with his gaze fixed on his phone. I took a few steps towards him as he lifted his head to meet my eyes, confusion written all over his face.

“Is this real?” I looked at him equally as confused because I had no idea what he was talking about. “Is this your blog?” He held his phone in front of him so I could see the screen, showing my Tumblr Blog. I lost any and all abilities to speak. I knew this was coming. The truth always comes out, but I was hoping it wouldn’t. In this exact moment I wanted to turn into dust. The realization kicked in. He read the chapters.

He read ‘Apartment’.

The series where I documented everything that happened since I moved in. The series where I shared personal and special moments of us. I fucked up, I knew that now. It’s too warm for me to handle and the air seemed harder to inhale.

“You were lying this whole time? You knew who I was and lied to my face?” He turned away from me running his hand through his hair. I wanted to say something, I really did but nothing came out. I didn’t know what to say. “And on top off it you shared it online?” He turned back around and I could see the pain in his eyes.

“I didn’t know I would fall in love with you, and I wanted to talk about it.” I tried reaching out to him, to touch him but he distanced himself even further.

“You could’ve talked to a friend, y/n!”

“But, those are my friends. And yes I’m a fan of Marvel, but does that really matter?” I knew exactly where he was coming from, but that shouldn’t stop us from being together.

“No it wouldn’t be a problem if you would’ve been honest with me and not share our story online.” He sat back on the couch and put his head in his hands.

“I’m sorry. Please—“

“How am I supposed to trust you?” He lifted his head and I saw the tears running down his face. “Is there anything else you lied about? I don’t know what’s true or not anymore, y/n.”

“I didn’t lie about anything else, I promise. I was just so shocked it was actually you and I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I had no idea what it would turn into, how was I supposed to know?”

He got up from his seat to walk towards the kitchen. He poured himself a glass of water and leaned on the counter with his back facing me, signalling me that he doesn’t want to look at me. “I think you should go, y/n.”

I picked up my bag and slowly opened the door. “I’m really sorry” was all I could get out, without my voice completely disappearing into thin air. I had no idea that this day could get even worse. And now he wants me to leave him alone.

I closed the door to my apartment and tried to compose myself, to not break down completely. My lungs couldn’t provide me with the air I needed, with my chest rising and collapsing faster than it should. My head dizzy with his words screaming at me louder than I could handle, over and over again.

But in the end, my body still collapsed to the floor. Holding my knees tightly to my chest to steady myself. It seemed like the world turned against me, pointing their fingers towards not just my mistakes, but also me as a person. How am I supposed to face him again after the mess I’ve caused? My secret is out and more people know than I want to.

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percy-son-of-sally-jackson · 6 years

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Dubstep’s for Pussies (Cable x Female Reader): Chapter 2

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Warnings: female reader, alcohol consumption, bed sharing (do things get raunchy? who knows? no really, this fic is now doing its own thing and dragging me along), definitely turning into a bit of a slow burn, (involuntary?) cuddling (they didn’t mean for it to happen), lonely Cable, will be NSFW at some point in the future so 18+ y/o readers please

Word Count: 1539

A/N: First I just wanna say thank you to everyone who left a comment on the first chapter, that was super validating and motivating. So here's the 2nd chapter, I hope y'all like it as much as the first! Sorry I honestly meant for this fic to be a smutty one shot but I guess it's turning into a bit of a slow burn, but I swear, they WILL fuck at some point!!! I am putting a read more thing on this, if it wont work for you please leave a comment and i’ll get rid of it, the tumblr app is being a bitch

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You spent the next two days in your room, only sneaking out at night to grab food from the kitchen. The main team had gone off on the mission, but the kids and some of the teachers still remained, and you wanted to avoid them as much as possible. Luckily your room was the furthest from them.

On the third day you were bored. Usually you'd go hang out with your sister, or train with Negasonic, or force Nathan to watch some show with you, but the team was going to be gone for another two days, and you were slowly driving yourself insane.

Alcohol and Parks and Rec had worked for the first two days, but you ran out of alcohol, and thoughts about your fight with Nathan were slowly creeping in. You'd already raided Wade's and Colossus' rooms for their stashes of alcohol, everyone else either didn't drink, or were too young to drink. The only room left was Cable's.

You stood outside Nathan's room, chewing your lip. You knew he was going to be mad when he found out that you stole his alcohol, but at the same time you felt like he deserved it. You tried the handle, and surprisingly it wasn't locked.

You'd snuck into his room before, mainly to help Wade set up booby traps, but now you had time to actually look around his room.

It was simple enough, a large room, with hardwood floors, a well kept bathroom, a fairly big closet, a stool next to a table littered with weapons and spare parts, and one king sized bed pushed up into a corner near a window. The curtains were drawn so that in the morning the sunlight would stream in directly onto the bed. You figured he'd be a one pillow, thin blanket type of person, but he had at least four pillows, and a surprisingly thick comforter.

You raided the mini fridge near the table, scoffing at the six pack of beer. Of course he liked beer, you thought to yourself, luckily you found an unopened bottle of some foreign vodka in the back, much more your style.

You sat at the table, riffling through the various weapons. Nathan had taken most of his assembled weapons on the mission, what was left were mostly useless parts of different weapons, and other equipment that Cable used to contract his futuristic guns; you still didn't completely understand how he did it, but it was fascinating nonetheless. However you spotted a familiar looking modified handgun, the one he used to blast your speakers to bits.

Bottle in one hand, gun in the other, you moved away and aimed at the table. Maybe it was time for some payback. You stood there for longer than you'd like to admit, before lowering the gun. You could piss him off in ways that wouldn't get you in trouble with the rest of the team. You'd already stolen his alcohol, you were twirling one of his guns around your finger, and now you were eyeing his bed.

Without a moment's hesitation you jumped onto the bed, giggling as you bounced a little. You rolled around, messing up the neatly tucked in sheets. Weariness began to set in, you'd been up the past two days, barely able to get more than a half hour's worth of restless sleep, but Cable's bed was beginning to feel incredibly comfortable, not to mention the fact that it vaguely smelled like him.

You subconsciously started to curl up around one of the pillows, the bottle discarded somewhere on the bed, but his gun was still in your palm. Your eyes were beginning to droop when you finally realized what you were doing.

You groaned to yourself, feeling conflicted. On one hand you didn't want him to know you'd fallen asleep in his bed, especially when you were still angry; on the other hand, the team wasn't due back for at least another two days, so he'd probably never know. Besides, one of the few times you'd actually gotten some proper sleep recently was when you were showing him Game of Thrones and accidentally fell asleep on his shoulder, his bed seemed like the next best thing, so you weren't about to pass up some good sleep.

You slowly drifted off to sleep, back pressed against the wall, with a pillow in your arms, and your face buried in another.

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Cable stomped his was up to his room, the mission was successful, they'd actually finished a day earlier than planned, but Wade had been pissing him off the entire time, taking jabs at him about Y/N, and Cable was ready to retreat to the sanctuary of his own room. However, when he got to his room, he was greeted by a surprising sight. There you were, curled up in the corner, the sun streaming in gave you a warm, peaceful glow as it lit up your curls.

Cable paused at the foot of the bed, unsure what to do. He debated waking you up, but he knew sleep was rare and precious for you. He froze as you made a sound and shifted, your legs kicking his comforter off to reveal that you were only wearing a tank top and a pair of boyshort panties that hugged your ass like a second skin. He averted his gaze, cursing himself for lingering. His eyes flicked over to your hands, one lay over a bottle of vodka Colossus had given him, and the other curled around his small handgun-turned-blaster.

"Jesus Christ," he mumbled to himself, gently prying the weapon from your fingers; he didn't want you accidentally shooting something, or worse, yourself. In the end, he decided to shower first, hopefully by the time he was done, you'd be awake.

Unfortunately for him, you weren't. He came back out to see the same sight greeting him. Cable groaned to himself, he hadn't slept for the past four days during the mission, either because he was busy being shot at or because his thoughts lingered on your last fight. However, even though he felt guilty for what he said, he wasn't about to let you take over his bed like that; Cable figured that as long as he kept to his side, and you stayed curled up in the corner, neither of you would have a problem.

He turned down the AC and crawled into bed, trying to leave a respectable amount of space between the two of you. Reaching over you, he drew the thick, dark curtains shut, plunging the whole room into night-like darkness, before pulling the covers over the both of you.

"Good night," he wasn't sure why he said it to your sleeping form, but perhaps he was feeling a little lonely after all this time, and it was nice having someone to share his bed with, even if you probably hated his guts.

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Something was dragging you to the surface of consciousness, and despite your struggle to remain asleep, you slowly blinked your way out of your near blissful sleep. You began to notice something heavy and warm wrapped around you; when did your comforters get this heavy, you thought to yourself. Looking around the dark room, you remembered that you were in Nathan's room.

Suddenly, the covers groaned and squeezed around you, making you yelp, initially with shock, then with horror as you realized someone else was in bed with you. Nathan grumbled something under his breath, pulling you flush against him as he clamped his large, calloused right hand over your mouth.

"Shhh, go back to sleep," he said in a deep, sleep riddled voice, making you blush as a spike of heat ran through your body. He was barely conscious, and failed to properly register what was happening.

You tried to wriggle your way out, but his grip was like a python's, slowly getting tighter. He finally forced a thick, muscular thigh between your legs, stopping your efforts to slide down the bed. With a final frustrated huff, you went limp in his arms.

"Good girl," he murmured, his hand slipping from your mouth as he fell back asleep.

How long had you been sleeping, you wondered, did they get back early from the mission or had you slept for two straight days? You could barely even remember the last time you got a full eight hours of sleep.

You tried forcing yourself back to sleep, since Nathan wouldn't let you go, but now you were too high strung to rest again. Not to mention the fact that Nathan was half naked, and his whole body was pressed up against your back so that you could practically feel each individual muscle move every time he breathed. The thigh between your legs wasn't helping either, he had it pressed up against the apex of your thighs, and your panties weren't doing shit to dull the feeling.

So you tried lay as still as possible in his arms, for nearly an hour, until his metal arm finally loosened around your waist and you managed to slowly inch your way out without waking him this time. You rushed to the door, your heart thumping against your rib cage, as if you were a thief in the night. You glanced back, almost guiltily, at his sleeping form one last time before quietly shutting the door behind you.

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ticklikeabomb · 6 years

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Gif Tag

Thank you for tagging me @jewels2876 to post 10 gifs from my 10 favorite tv shows!

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Master List

Well, it was requested, and its about the only thing I’ve had time to put together, so if you go to “One Shots” at the top of thebuckybrigade home page, it’ll take you to all my one shots written for Josh Brolin/Cable/Thanos etc.

As the list grows, I’ll update there!

Hope this helps!

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What If... The World Lost its Mightiest Heroes? Discover the answer to the question in the next episode of Marvel Studios' #WhatIf streaming tomorrow on DisneyPlus. Is it just me or does Hulk look like his 2008 appearance?... Got an opinion about this? See what others are saying.... See MORE -> https://worldnewsinpictures.com/whatif #WhatThe #WhatTheWorld #Mightiest #MightiestHeroes #MightiestHeroesDiscover #Studios #StudiosWhatIf #StudiosWhatIfDisneyPlus #GotSee #GotSeeSee #Heroes #Discover #answer

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Somewhere in Paradise (PT2)

Sebastian Stan x Fanfiction ~18+

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Agh! Ok so I know I said this would only be a total of two parts, but I seemed to have gotten carried away and made it entirely too long. With that being said I decided to extend it and added one more part that I plan to post after this one. Which would then wrap the story up! I hope you gorgeous human beings enjoy this next part🐥💓

“Shit! Crap. Shit! Crap.”

I desperately hoped that I was simply blinded by my frustrations and that I was overlooking where I placed it. I frantically searched around the bar counter and the ground for my blue leather bound journal. I repeatedly asked the bartender could he keep checking to see if it had fallen over. After the fifth plea he eventually eyed me cautiously and went about his job like I no longer existed. To him I was just a crazed American that had a little too much to drink. I did not take my defeat gracefully.

I took my wedges off and stood in my chair to get a birds eye view of the parameter. I needed to see if someone had the gall to take it right in front of me. My search came up empty handed and I quickly stepped down once I realized how silly my actions must have looked. The bartender stared back at me with wide eyes and his temper held at bay. I collected my clutch and shoes in my hand before sending him an apologetic wave. One that he did not accept before pointing for me to leave. He didn’t have to tell me twice I was already humiliated enough for just one night to handle.

The rage that I felt only festered as I headed back to my hotel room. My ass was freezing in my thin wrap skirt that wouldn’t stop blowing up in the wind. I was tired, barefoot in Capri , and hungry for the food that I was promised. Truthfully enough I wasn’t surprised. Pissed off? Maybe, but surprised I was not! This is exactly what I get for thinking with my hormones and not my head.

It was such a euphoric feeling knowing I was just a few paces away from my room. I wanted to take a much needed shower, then sleep like the dead. I urgently needed to temporarily shut of my mind, because despite what just occurred I couldn’t stop thinking about the way Sebastian kissed me. An I foolishly let that gorgeous Disney loving asshole do it. I thought for sure by now the walk from Alessio’s would have erased the fantom feeling of Sebastian’s lips searing against mine. The taste of his mouth still lingered on my tongue. I clearly had a lot to drink because I badly wanted the remnants of him to stay.

The floor to my room had an unlit balcony. The only light that illuminated through the shadows was coming from across the way from buildings that sat on the serrated boulders that wrapped around the island. I reached into my clutch to feel around for my hotel key. I nearly had a heart attack when I walked up to my door.

“Sebastian?” My voice came out shrill as I was startled by his presence.

He was sitting with his back pressed against the door to my room. Sebastian rested his elbows on his knees and his hands were digging in his hair. He slowly tilted his head up to see me. The features on his face were hard to make out in the dark. As childish as it may have seemed I didn’t want to be the first one who spoke. I’m also pretty sure I unintentionally started to pout like one. The corners of Sebastian’s mouth began to quirk until he realized what he was doing. Pressing his lips together in a thin line he started to stand.

“Natalie.” Sebastian began to say, but I quickly cut him off.

“Do you have my journal?” I blurted out. I waited for him to tell me he took him. Hell, I hoped it was him that took it. I didn’t like the idea that it was in someone else’s hands but mine. The thought of someone reading my private thoughts this very second turned my stomach. Sebastian’s face scrunched up in confusion as I started to hear the word no.

“Well that’s that I guess.” I say encouragingly so he could get the memo to leave.I forced a smile that made my cheeks sore.

“Jesus. Natalie I feel like shit for leaving you there alone.” As he should feel, my inner thoughts chimed in. “I am a complete idiot that owes you an apology and a good explanation.” He kept his hands shoved deep in his pockets and his eyebrows were scrunched together in apprehension.

My mind was still swimming from those limoncello shots I’d consumed. Alongside that bombshell Sebastian left in my lap right after he selfishly kissed me like there was no tomorrow. “You don’t owe me anything.” Is all I have the courage to say. My voice doesn’t even sound like my own in my ears. It sounded tunneled and I could barely keep a straight face any longer.

Sebastian looked back at me astounded. He probably half expected me to scream till my lungs burned or yell at him for letting me on this entire time. I figured what was the point in doing all of the above. I sucked in a deep breath and stumbled forward. Before I fell face first into the door Sebastian swooped in to catch me in his arms.

Balancing me back on both of my feet he kept both of his arms secured around me. I thought they had finally dissipated for the night, but a shameless giggle escaped my lips yet again. My face was inches way from his neck. “You smell amazing ....like a candle.”

What the actual hell Natalie? I started to scream internally. See, this is exactly why I don’t drink. I can’t control the randomness that comes out of mouth. Even though what I said was very true. He smelled pretty damn good.

“Let’s get you inside.” I could tell he was holding back his own laughter. I inserted my room key and fumbled to get the door open. Sebastian guided me inside and at the threshold I quickly shut the door behind me. Leaving him standing shocked on the outside.

ONE YEAR LATER

I made sure before I left to securely tuck my white oriental lily in my hair behind my ear. After all this time I wanted Sebastian to see that I kept it and that I never once forgot. It was also a nice touch that complimented my solid red dress with a squared neckline that kept a modest amount of cleavage on display. Though it seems I’ll never learn when it comes to my choice in footwear. I could feel the cracked and pebbled pavement through my white fabric loafers with every step I took.

I needed to find something to do on the island to keep my mind busy and to pass the time. To which it went by painfully slow. I nearly lost count by how many times I checked the clock on my wristwatch,it was almost time. I finally found a quaint little eatery that served all types of gelato. The nostalgia consumed me as the almond butter and honey gelato melted onto my tastebuds. I couldn’t conceal the bashful grin that snuck onto my face. As the memories played back in my head.

He called my name several times more than likely waking up half of the guest on this floor. “Go to bed Sebastian!” I tried to keep a serious face even though I knew he couldn’t see it to which made me giggle even harder.

“Open the door Natalie I need to talk to you.” His fist pounded on the door.

“Why so you can further humiliate me and use me as a distraction from your own problems?” My voice rang cold and it even stung a little coming out of my own mouth. I threw my purse and shoes onto the floor. For a second I thought he had left. I heard a huge thud hit the door and I could only imagine that it was him resting his head on my door.

“I am so sorry.” I could hear the honesty in his words. But still they meant nothing to me. I sat on the edge of the bed staring back at the other end of the door. “It took everything in me to make that flight.” Sebastian’s voice went hoarse. “For weeks I was in nothing but pain then suddenly it was like my entire body grew accustomed to the feeling. That morning it felt like I was walking around with weights on.”

I thought about moving away from the door and ignoring him completely. Like magnetism, my entire body was facing where the door was. I couldn’t turn around even if I wanted to.

“When I heard that it was announced as delayed. I took it as my sign that getting on without her was a fucking bad idea. I convinced myself it wouldn’t even be the same if she wasn’t with me. Fuck! Natalie I was so relieved to not be going anymore.”Liquid heat pooled through me as I heard his voice break. I scooted off the edge of the bed to sit on the floor in front of it without taking my eyes off the wooden door that separated us.

“I started to leave and that’s when I saw you sitting in a lounge chair deep in thought huddled over your notebook.” I bit down on the inside of my cheek and I lowered myself in my own embrace. Bracing for what Sebastian was going to say next. “You didn’t notice me but I stood there and watched you for a while. I couldn’t believe you were actually sitting there. I had only seen your picture in the backs of the books Bianca was always reading.” He swallowed, Sebastian struggled to say her name like he didn’t deserve to possess it.

“I knew who you were Natalie. You were one her favorite authors and I knew it was her final way of getting to me.” His deep voiced managed to weave its way through my chest.

I struggled to stand on my feet, still feeling slightly uncoordinated. I made me way over to the door unsure of what I was planning to do next. I opened my mouth wanting to say something to Sebastian. Without thinking I guided my hand to twist the door open.

He was just as surprised as I was that I even opened it. Sebastian rubbed his hand over his jaw, his fingers digging into his perfectly shaven face. My room was pitch black and I dropped my hand from the door as I turned away from it. A few moments later I heard it close and for a split second I was actually more afraid that he left. Pathetic I know.

I turned around just to be sure and once I stopped seeing three figures of him I finally found my words. “You didn’t have to explain anything Sebastian.” I said carefully.

He let out a dry laugh. The muscle in his jaw flexed actively. “No Natalie I did.” We stood awkwardly in the middle of my room. Neither one of us moved an inch. I wetted my dry lips with my tongue . My entire mouth felt dry.

“Be right back I’m going to get a glass of water.” I moved one step forward but I ended up falling back on my butt onto the bed.

“Why don’t I get it for you?” He asked cautiously. I nodded slowly my head filling heavy. I moved further up the bed until I reached the headboard. I threw nearly half the pillows off the bed and kicked my legs under the blanket. Sebastian emerged from the bathroom holding a glass of water in his hands. He bent down to hand it to me and I took it.

“Can I ask you something?” I brought the glass to my mouth and drank nearly all of it.

Sebastian cleared his throat. “Anything.”

I moved my feet in attempt for him to sit at the foot of the bed. He caught ahold to my gesture and eased himself down to sit.

“Did you only want me to keep you company here because. . . .I reminded you of Bianca?” My words came out slow and I searched his eyes for the hard truth that was sure to come.

“At first I did.” I was caught off guard by how fast he answered. My heart just about sank into the pit of my stomach. I’m use to writing about heartbreak. Being on the receiving end stung like a bitch. I looked away from him and stared out my window, directly looking back at the moon. I didn’t want to watch him when he left. I was taken aback when he started to say more.

“When I saw how different you were from her I couldn’t look away Natalie. You were this crazy beautiful woman that breathed air back into me. And that was simply just from talking to you. It felt wrong at first like I was betraying her somehow, but I couldn’t help but feel selfish too.” Sebastian edged closer looking back at me with brooding eyes that made my breathing hitch into my lungs.

“What if I told I didn’t want to see you again after today?” I whispered to him.

He eyed me for a moment before leaning forward. As if he didn’t want me to miss a single word he was about to say. “Then I will just have to drive myself mad wondering about you.”

I mashed my lips together, inhaling sharply. I’m not gonna lie his words felt good to hear. Who knew also a person’s voice could sound so sexy? I wondered if anyone ever told him that. I could never say it out loud, because it was on the list of words that made me cringe. For a split second I hoped like hell I was saying all of this in my head. I’d soon realized I was having a full on conversation in my head when I noticed Sebastian look at me like it was for the last time. His face changed from pensive to neutral. I wanted things to go back to what I considered normal between the two of us. So I said the only thing I knew that would make him smile.

“We’re all mad here.” I said, groggily.

“I’m sorry you’re going to have to repeat yourself. I don’t think I heard you.” Sebastian shook his head in amusement or satisfaction that I was turning into a geek like him.

I playfully rolled my eyes as my eyelids grew heavier until I couldn’t fight my sleep any longer. I swear before I closed my eyes it looked like he was going to bend down to kiss me on the forehead , but he swiftly decided against it. I felt his weight lift off the mattress followed by a click on my door. Sebastian was gone.

I surprisingly liked waking up to the warm sunlight basking on my face right as I opened my eyes. While I loved seeing the illusion of the sun balancing itself on top of the ocean. I needed to close my curtains, because just as expected my head throbbed viscously. When I turned around to walk back to my bed I noticed a note sitting on top of my nightstand with a bouquet of white oriental lilies near a travel size pack of Tylenol.

Without hesitation I reached for the Tylenol and took both tablets with the rest of the lukewarm water from a few hours ago. I was too impatient to try and find my glasses so that I could read the handwritten note Sebastian left. Squinting my eyes to try to get them to focus it read:

Natalie,

I thought I’d let you know that I ran off with your room key. Don’t worry I plan on returning it to you. I just needed an excuse to see you again just in case you realized I wasn’t worth seeing after last night. To be honest I hope that’s not what you’re thinking. Wipe that horrified look off your face that I’m growing to like so much. Relax, I’m still not planning on stalking you. Even though this looks slightly incriminating. I just wanted to give you my sincerest apologies again. If it at alp felt like I was only using you as a distraction I hope you believe me when I say you weren’t. I was drowning in my sorrows long before I met you and you were just the emergency lifejacket that I didn’t know I needed. To put it simple. Before this gets way too deep this early in the morning and you wake up while I write this I would really like it if you’d join me for breakfast. I’ll be on the balcony in the east wing on the fifth floor. By the way you smile in your sleep if you didn’t already know that. -Sebastian

I stared at the paper for what felt like a century. I wondered how long ago was it even written and even more importantly why was I still standing there? I folded the note neatly before setting it back down on the table next to the beautiful arrangement that smelled heavenly. I didn’t have anything to put them in and I wasn’t quite sure if I already missed breakfast.

I quickly hopped in the shower, shaved, and got dress. I threw on a pair of denim shorts, stripe black and white T-shirt , and my black Birkenstocks. I needed to conceal the bags under my eyes and the most makeup I planned on wearing this morning was my trusty cherry chapstick. I threw out nearly all of the contents in my duffel bag looking for a pair of sunglasses. I shuddered at the mess I made, but I was in a rush.

The stairway to the fifth floor was short. I just had to walk down an endless hallway. Breathing in I could smell the sea breeze as if it were right beside me. The view in Capri was something I could never get use to. When I finally reached the end of the balcony I didn’t think it would be possible to behold something even better.

“Hey.” Sebastian’s smile reached his eyes. His blue eyes lit up once he saw me.

“Hi.” I couldn’t keep my eyes trained on just one thing. The view behind him was absolutely breathtaking. The skyline blended into the bluest water I’d ever seen. Sebastian had a lavish breakfast set up in a secluded seating area with white canopy drapes wrapped around the tall wooden post. It was the perfect hideaway spot, even though the space could approximately fit twenty people. I took a seat across from Sebastian and plopped down on a tall cushion that was comfier than it looked. “I really hope that’s orange juice and not a mimosa.” I said pulling my glasses off my face and into my hair.

All across the table was an assortment of brightly colored sliced fruit. Apples, kiwi, cantaloupe, oranges, pineapples, and grapes were actually colored coordinated on a gigantic white tray. Short cylinder glasses with yogurt had crushed granola on top with blueberries and strawberries blended in them. Which was placed right alongside freshly buttered plain and almond croissants. It didn’t even end there. Tiny fruit tarts, bagels, chocolate chip muffins, banana nut muffins and stacked golden brown waffles were strategically placed with several long strips of bacon. The only thing that was missing was coffee. Wait. Wait! I spoke too soon!

“I didn’t know what you like so I ordered everything.” He nervously looked down at the mouthwatering feast before us. I tried to let that be the only thing I drooled over. Something was different about him.

“You cut your hair!” I exclaimed, when the realization finally struck me. I cursed myself for my awkwardness and inability to keep my thoughts locked away in my head. Sebastian tilted his head to the side coyly.

“I did.” He answered, his eyes scanning over me slowly. It made me wish I’d put a littler more effort into my outfit. The comment he made last night still played on loop in my ears. I instinctively shook my head as I reached for a muffin.

“It’s that bad huh?” He asked over the brim of his mug.

“No no I like it.” I admitted, keeping my true opinion to myself. As much as I liked it long, shorter hair suited him best. I forced myself to look away from him. I wasn’t going to fall victim to his soulful stare any longer. This would be so much better if he were ugly. I took a huge bite into the banana nut muffin. I couldn’t tell if I was simply starving or it was the best damn muffin I’d ever eaten. One bite led to another and another till I was practically devouring it. I couldn’t control the sounds of satisfaction that came with every bite.

“Do I need to give you a moment or are you through making love to that muffin?” I just about face planted into the table. His laughter filled the air and I wanted to evaporate. I mentally prepared how fast I could pack my suitcase and change hotels. It’s a relatively big island what were the odds I’d run into again. Right?

“You’re doing that thing where you’re overthinking again.” His lips cracked a grin.

I leaned back a little just enough so that I wouldn’t fall and I could see his face. My heart was constantly getting workouts in his presence. His light green buttoned down shirt was barely buttoned. What was with this guy and not keeping his shirts closed? Not that I was complaining. In the daylight I saw the symbol around his long silver chain clearly. What I previously had thought was some odd charm turned out to be an anchor. I wondered if it meant anything to Sebastian or better yet if Bianca gave it to him.

“What are you thinking about?” Sebastian asked cutting through my daze.

“Why did you want to kiss me last night?” I don’t even know why asked him that. It was like the question had been sitting on my tongue since the moment his lips left left mine.

Sebastian’s shoulders visibly tensed from the memory of all that happened yesterday. I should be more upset about my missing journal, but I’m more fixated on what’s going on inside his head. “I don’t know.” He answered, then laughed dryly. “Actually I do.” He added. Sebastian’s eyes met mine for the longest time.

“Why?” I repeated again, but my voice came out in a raspy whisper.

“Because Natalie it was killing me not to. I was angry at myself for even thinking it was a possibility. I thought if I kissed you once I would get it out of my system, but it seemed to have had the reverse effect on me. An I know that’s not fair to you or Bianca.” His breathing stalled.

I wanted to tell him that the kiss between us was no big deal and that it didn’t have to mean anything. I would gladly like to put it behind us and let it go. Though I’m sure he’d make a Queen Elsa joke about it and use his humor as a crutch. I could tell the hurt that he felt was beyond my comprehension. Sebastian was still holding onto the loss of his girlfriend and it wasn’t my place to pry for answers. Heaven knows I haven’t known him long enough to even ask how she died. One thing I did know was that a line would have to be drawn between us. But if I told him that when he kissed me I didn’t feel electricity from head to toe, I’d be a complete liar.

“Forgive me?” He conjoined both of his hands together to make a fist and rested his chin on top of them. Sebastian’s face held an emotional expression as he tried to study my face for my answer.

I tossed a slice of cantaloupe in my mouth pretending to mull over his question. Of course I forgave him. I just didn’t want to look like I was easy. Well I sort of already gave that impression when I played tonsil hockey with him. “I accept your apology.” I said as I reached for another slice.

I glanced up in his direction and already saw a his lips turn upwards. I had to immediately put a pin in my thoughts when I started to fantasize about what it would feel like to have his lips all over my body. “On one condition!” I said a little too loudly.

“What’s the condition?” He asked.

“We need ground rules.” I stated confidently.

“Ground rules?” He repeated slowly.

“It’s just one.”

“Ok what is it?” Sebastian pressed two fingers against his pursed lips and he moved closer as if he would miss it.

“If we are going to have a real friendship for the duration of this trip. You can not kiss me again.” I said truthfully...I think.

“So I can’t look at you like a banana nut muffin?”

I nearly choked on the fruit I was eating. His lips twitched like he wanted to smile on behalf of my embarrassment once again.

“Nope.” I say breathlessly, not even bothering to have a comeback with a witty remark.

“Alright...friend.” Sebastian extended his hand out for me to shake and for a second I thought he was joking. His arm was still in midair and I reached forward to place my hand in his. He laughed when I started to shake his hand in agreement. I’m pretty sure this was all humorous to him and he didn’t quite believe me.

ONE YEAR LATER

One of my favorite stories ever written is by Oscar Wilde. There was one quote in particular from The Picture of Dorian that floated in and out of my head all while being back in Capri. It didn’t quite feel like the first time being back here. Last time it was new and I admit I liked not knowing what tomorrow was going to bring. Sebastian had awakened something inside of me in those short weeks of knowing him. All the while simultaneously leaving a hole that deep down I knew could never be filled.

I pulled my camera from around my shoulder and adjusted the lens until I knew that the exquisite scenery would be in focus. I regretted not getting the shot last time. Seeing it again for the second time I knew it wouldn’t be the same. It was better. I placed the cap back onto the lens and delicately placed it back into my bag carefully tucking it between miscellaneous items and my nearly filled up journal that I cannot be without. I sat back on the bench and stared out at the sunset, wondering anxiously if he was going to come. “Some things are more precious because they don’t last long.”

Halfway into my second week in Capri every morning felt like I had just arrived. I had convinced myself that there was no possible way I could ever get use to this. With Sebastian’s help there wasn’t a place here that didn’t go unseen by me. The pass few days with Sebastian strangely enough were pleasant. There wasn’t a single mention of Bianca and I don’t know why but I almost wanted him to bring her up. In more ways than one I kept comparing myself to her and I knew absolutely nothing about her. What makes it even more twisted was that I wanted to.

I wished I had my journal with me so that I could write down the beauty before me but I couldn’t. As lame as it sounds I had always had this urge to write every little thought that wiggled its way into my head. I suppose that’s why I wanted to be a writer in the first place. You could literally paint a picture by using words alone.

“You’re going to miss the surprise if you don’t hurry up.” Sebastian’s voiced sounded muffled coming from my room. I stood in the bathroom in front of the mirror trying to zip up the back of my dress. It was an infuriating feeling not having longer arms!

“When do I get to know this surprise and does it involve a body bag?” I called back out.

“That reminds me how tall are you again?”

I stepped out of the bathroom sticking my head out eyeing him with a somewhat menacing glare that fell flat. Sebastian grinned almost too pleased with himself.

“The whole point of a surprise is to you know . . .be surprised.” He said sarcastically, before I moved back into the bathroom. I’m not going to lie I was tiny bit excited. Okay, okay! I pretty fucking excited. I had no clue where Sebastian was taking me. He had entered my room with the room key he has yet to return to me. Walking in literally as the sun began to rise. No seriously I timed it.

“I’m almost done getting ready!” I yelled, nearly almost out of breath. I kept failing miserably trying to get the zipper to go up. I really liked what I had on and I’d knew he’d complain if I changed my outfit again. The door for the bathroom pushed open and Sebastian leaned his body in the doorframe eyeing me in the mirror.

“A little privacy!” I said, trying to push the door on him.

“My eyes are up here.” He waved his finger at eye level.

I couldn’t fight my smile. “Since you’re in here mind lending a helping hand?” Sebastian quirked his eyebrow in confusion. I lifted my hair and turned around my back facing him. A few long seconds went by before I heard him say anything.

“Oh yeah sure.” His voice wavered as he moved closer to stand behind me. He brought his hands to my bare back and I could feel the backs of his knuckles rub against my skin. I reacted to his touch like his hands were made of ice. My feet involuntarily stumbled forward.

“Everything good?”

“Just peachy.” I lied. I heard as the zipper moved up my dress at a terribly slow speed. For about a millisecond I wondered what it would feel like if the actions were in reverse. I closed my eyes silently wishing for the intensifying ache to go far far away. One innocent touch from Sebastian triggered this primal hunger that grew with need by the second. I drew in a deep breath wondering how much more of that damn zipper could possibly exist. Until I realized his hands were no longer on me.

He was still standing behind me. I turned around to face Sebastian who had a dark a feral glint in his eyes. “We should get going.” He says, as he nearly dashed out of the bathroom.I should really be ashamed of my developing weakness for that man.

When I walked into my room he was no where to be found. I opened the door half expecting him to long gone. Something bad obviously just shifted between us. “It took you long enough. Let’s get to the surprise!” I say animatedly, trying to make a joke. I had hoped he’d catch on to my forced enthusiasm.

Sebastian only offered a tight lipped smile. “Yeah.” His tone was flat, and he turned on his heals of his shoes to walk off leaving me absolutely clueless. What the hell just happened?

I followed in behind Sebastian like a lost puppy which was very annoying to say the least. He didn’t speak the entire way and he walked insanely fast like I would be able to easily keep up with him. I was out of breath by the time he finally was decent enough to talk to me. “We are here.” He called out over his shoulder. I was bent over with my hands resting on my knees panting. “I’m going to go get everything set up with Ian.”

I didn’t bother to look up I was too enraged with a newfound hatred and did he know everyone here on a first name basis? When my breathing settled I finally stood up only to lose it again. In the distance one look and I knew where I was. I’d seen that underwater cave in countless photos before.

I don’t know how long I had been staring down at what was known as the Blue Grotto, but Sebastian returned with a lankier man who was much taller than him.“You must beNatalie. I’m Ian you and I’ll be your boat guide for the private tour today.”

“Captain Ian here will be guiding us into the cave then we will do the rest solo.” Sebastian looked between Ian and I.

“I told you not to call me that.” Ian playful slapped the back of his hand against his shoulder jokingly. If I wasn’t spiraling down a cluster fuck of confused emotions for Sebastian. I might have actually seen how cute Ian was. I wondered if behind that blinding pearly white smile and beautiful tan skin was a dead girlfriend he pinned after?

Harsh Natalie.

The boat was insanely small. I nearly lost all sense of balance when I stepped inside last. Sebastian outstretched his hand for me to take it but I ignored the gesture. It rocked steadily back and forth while Ian pulled us through from another boat. We were coming upon the entrance to the cave.

“You’re going to have to crouch down really low so that you can fit inside!” He called ahead of us.

I sucked in a nervous breath as I bent down as far as humanly possible in the boat forcing my eyes shut. After about a minute in a half I peeked over my shoulder to see that Sebastian began to sit upright.

“Wow.” I said out loud.

Looking around the cave it was the most serene thing I’d ever witnessed. The water was an opulent turquoise blue with a sparkling reflection of sunlight coming through the small opening. I looked around me and I noticed that no one else was in sight.

“So this is how it ends.” I half turned around to sit and face Sebastian.

“It wasn’t easy but for the next hour we have the place to ourselves.” He beamed.

My ankles were still sore from wearing my wedges and my legs were bent in an uncomfortable seating position. Slowly none of that started to matter. This place was absolutely majestic it felt like any moment a mythical creature would come popping out.

As Sebastian rowed the boat we sat in a comfortable silence for a while. He had gone from his joking and talkative self to this stoic enigma of a man.

After a while I couldn’t resist the urge to talk. “Did you and Bianca like it here.” I cringed as the question rolls of off my tongue. I don’t bother looking behind me when I’m greeted with silence.

“No.” He finally says. Carefully not to rock the boat I turn my head to look back at him. He searched my eyes for a long tense moment, looking at me like I was either the most confusing or annoying thing in existence. “She had a fear of tight spaces. So the thought of even coming here never once crossed my mine until now.”

My eyes darted away from him. “Sorry I don’t mean to be intrusive. You’re like this puzzle I can’t seem to figure out. I have all the pieces I just don’t seem to know where to start.”

“If I am so puzzling then what does that make you Natalie Foster?”

“A confused mess.” I sighed, staring down at the water. Sebastian placed the paddle down beside us and leaned closer to me.

“What’s making you so confused?” His grin faltered and the look on his face was replaced with compassion. I stayed quiet, not trusting the thoughts that loomed in my head. How was I going to explain to Sebastian something that I didn’t even understand myself? Those blue eyes burned straight through me with an fierceness I couldn’t wrap my head around.

“You run from hot to cold and I can’t keep up and I’m doing the same thing.” I whispered.

Sebastian slowly shook his head. “I know.” He breathed unevenly. I couldn’t deny what was happening and I almost laughed at how impossibly fast it was going. I was living in the world of my own making. I made up stories like this one, not live them.

I felt Sebastian’s hand grab hold of my face and turn it to his. He was leaning in closer to me causing me to lose all pretense. “The timing here surely is fucked up.”

I couldn’t agree more. Without thinking he gently stroked his fingers over my lips. Sebastian studied every small detail in my face. His eyes examined the curve of my face, stopping at my eyes, before lowering his lingering gaze to my lips. Out of nowhere to completely ruin the moment I felt something brush against my leg in a feather light sensation causing me to jump frantically. An if that wasn’t the cherry on top my rapid movements caused the boat to tip over, pushing us in. Resurfacing to the top I wiped wet strands of hair away from my eyes I sucked in a gasp of air. Fuck if that water wasn’t freezing!

“Natalie!” Sebastian swam closer to me in a frenzy. “What happened? Are you okay?” Droplets of water fell from his beautifully tortured face.

“I thought a bug was on me.” I couldn’t conceal my embarrassment as I bobbed up and down in the water.

“A bug?” He repeated, clearly mocking my stupidity. Sebastian wrapped his hand around my back effortlessly pulling me closer to him. My pulse quickened when he rested his forehead against mine. His breath was warm against my mouth and smelled of mint. I wondered if that was what he would taste like this time. The last time we kissed it was restrained. We were both equally holding back.

I gripped his biceps nearly digging my nails in them. “Is it okay if I break our rule?” I gasped.

His lips brushed again mine before answering me. He didn’t hesitate or slowly contemplate his actions. Sebastian groaned against my mouth, as they parted opened in anticipation of what was to come. He pulled into me, holding my head to gain all sense for control. It was as if we were desperately clinging to one another, it was a kiss so carnal I was convinced we’d eventually implode. Sebastian’s hand traveled down my waist in search for my legs. He pulled them up higher to wrap around him.

I couldn’t control my toppling emotions that darted from frustration, desire, and the chaos I was definitely tangling myself in. I was unable to decipher which one I was feeling, because every fiber of my being responded to him. The motion of the water caused my body to sink even closer to Sebastian. I rolled my hips against him as he griped my legs even tighter. His lips were wet from the water and slightly cold, but the warm caress of his tongue against mine sent my body into overdrive. Kissing Sebastian was highly addictive. I could only imagine what it would be like if we didn’t have to stop.

As if just by thinking it I somehow jinxed it. Appearing out of nowhere I hear Ian clear his throat. “You guy’s hour is nearly up and it’s going to get busy in here soon. An by that I am not referring to the two of you.” He stated.

For a split second I had almost forgotten that he was inside with us. We had broke apart and I was too afraid to know what Sebastian was thinking. I was more so afraid that he’d regret it. I dropped my legs from him as we both tried to desperately catch our breath I was slightly surprised that he didn’t let me go. I was even more surprised when he leaned to give me a chaste kiss on the mouth.

My dress clung to every particle on my body. Sebastian and I caught a few stares as we walked back to our hotel. It was a sunny and hot day out and we looked like we were somewhere with constant rain. “Where are you going?” Sebastian asked, as he halfway stepped off the elevator.

My teeth chattered together when I talked. “To my room.”

“What for?” He genuinely looked oblivious to my need for heading up to my hotel room.

“I have to get out of my dress. It’s becoming heavier.” I laughed.

“I have clothes you can change into in my room.” He shrugged it off absentmindedly. Sebastian’s smile made me smile, but I quickly shook my head.

“Well I also wanted to go get gelato.” I admittedly sheepishly.

“And what would stop you?”He asked as he pulled me to his side.

Sebastian’s room looked almost identical to mine but slightly bigger. His bed that was perfectly made unlike mine wasn’t facing out the window. He had his clothes pulled out of his suitcase and they were neatly hung on hangers in the closet. His shoes were strategically placed out in front it.

“ I thought I was a neat freak.” I poked fun. I was about to sit on his bed but I quickly stood up not wanting to get it wet.

Sebastian walked back over to me with clothes in hand aiming his cool gaze at me. “Mind if I take a quick shower?”

“By all means.” I saluted lamely. He gripped the bottom of his soaked shirt within a nanosecond he pulled it off his head. His back muscles flexed and contorted. I faked a cough and tried to ignore the fact that he was changing right in front of me. I wasn’t sure if he was doing it on purpose or he was a carefree spirit. But when he tugged his jeans and boxers off in one swift motion as he walked into his bathroom. I just about lost it at the sight of his nakedness. I was convinced his ass was sculpted from stone.

I needed a shower just as badly but I had to find some restraint within the depths of myself to keep it together. I searched around the room for a spare blanket or a towel. I could barely see and I almost tripped over Sebastian’s bag that sat in the middle of the floor. I bent down to pick it up to put it somewhere else when my journal came toppling out.

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