In hindsight, Garreth still wasn’t sure how it happened.
Everything had been normal. No signs, no way for him to predict it. Just another day.
He had snuck into the Potion Storage Room again, because he needed murtlap essence for his newest recipe. And as every time, he had asked Orpheus to stay guard for him.
“Coast still clear?” he asked while he balanced on the small ladder, trying to find the right jar.
Orpheus made a sound that could be interpreted as a yes. Garreth looked over his shoulder. Orpheus was leaning against the door frame, looking distinctly bored as usual, turning his head from one side of the corridor to another. Garreth smiled to himself. Orpheus might be broody and quiet, but he was reliable.
He turned his attention back to the preserving jar. Merlin’s beard! There had to be a way to get to it! It really was a shame that Sharp had cast an anti-summoning spell on the shelves.
He stood on tiptoe, braced one hand against a shelf in front of him, stretched … and felt the shelf give way beneath him. He flailed his arms desperately to regain his balance as the shelf in front of him collapsed and countless bottles and jars tumbled to the floor.
By now Garreth had managed to grab hold of the ladder, but it tipped over as well. He closed his eyes, expecting to hit the floor any second.
“Arresto Momentum!”
The ladder stopped. Garreth opened his eyes and saw Orpheus standing in the doorway, wand drawn.
“Thanks. That was a close call,” Garreth gasped. Orpheus just sheathed his wand and shook his head.
Garreth jumped off the ladder and surveyed the chaos. “Do you think anyone heard that?”
At that moment, they heard the door at the end of the corridor slam shut. Almost simultaneously, Garreth and Orpheus drew their wands, cast a Disillusionment Charm over themselves and ran towards the door. Professor Sharp came limping hurriedly down the corridor.
Garreth took Orpheus’s hand and pulled him along. “Let’s get out of here,” he whispered.
They crept down the corridor as fast as they could until they reached the staircase leading to the entrance hall. Here, Orpheus suddenly turned left.
“What are you doing?” Garreth looked around nervously. Judging by the frustrated noise from behind them, Sharp had now noticed the chaos they’d left behind.
Orpheus didn’t reply. Garreth heard him tapping the wall with his wand. To his astonishment, a door opened. The two of them slipped through quickly and found themselves in a sort of storeroom. Without a word, Orpheus grabbed Garreth’s arm and manoeuvred him behind some crates. They crouched down and waited, holding their breath.
Sharp’s uneven footsteps echoed down the corridor. They paused.
“I swear, if I catch you…” He sounded unusually angry.
Garreth swallowed and instinctively pressed himself a little closer to Orpheus. Then another sound rang out. But this time, it was a most welcome one. “Huuuuuiiiiiiii!”
Peeves! Something crashed violently, and shortly afterwards they heard the poltergeist cackling as he made his escape. Sharp sighed deeply and frustratedly. “This bloody nuisance!” With that, he left as well.
Garreth sighed with relief as the two of them emerged from behind the crates. “That was a close call, wasn’t it?” He grinned.
Orpheus’s face showed no emotion.
“Oh, come on! We made it. All thanks to you, of course.” Garreth gave him a friendly nudge in the side with his elbow.
Orpheus just stared at him. His face showed not the slightest emotion, making it difficult for Garreth to read it (something he usually found relatively easy). He laughed nervously. “Hey, are you still with me?”
At that moment, Orpheus moved. In one swift movement, he closed the distance between them, pushing Garreth back against one of the crates in the process. He cupped Garreth’s face in his hands and pulled him closer. Garreth’s startled gasp was stifled by their lips clashing in a messy kiss.
Garreth blinked. Once. Twice. He made no move to push Orpheus away. He was far too dumbfounded for that – by the sudden advance, by the fact that it was Orpheus who was kissing him … and by the fact that his lips felt astonishingly soft. What was happening?
He couldn’t have said how much time had passed when Orpheus eventually pulled away from him. He seemed surprised himself by what he’d just done.
Before Garreth could say or do anything, Orpheus turned around and stormed off as fast as Duncan did whenever he encountered a puffskein.
Garreth was left behind, breathing heavily and completely confused. Had he really just received the greatest kiss of his life from his best friend?
Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, characters are 18+, explicit sexual content, military, breakups, alcohol, fingering, unprotected sex, cockwarming
A/N: Hello! My military knowledge is US based so that’s where this leans! I know I always say this but this is up there for one of my favorite things I’ve ever written (no one can replace you farmhand Seb)
Also huge thank you to @authorellasallow and @moonlitmuggle for helping me figure stuff out with this :)
Summary: At eighteen, love wasn’t enough to keep you together. At twenty-two, you’re given one last chance to find out if it still can be.
Your days had been looking different lately. Ever since graduating high school, there were no more late nights filled with homework and early mornings walking through the bright lights of your school hallways.
Summer was passing by slowly, which you didn’t mind as you were starting school back up in the fall to study nursing and you weren’t looking forward to those study sessions you heard so much about.
You only had wished it hurried up a little more as your boyfriend of one year was away at tech school for the Air Force and you missed him terribly. You’d never forget the look on Sebastian’s face when he told you his plans of enlisting. No one had ever looked so broken but proud at the same time.
And later on this evening, he was flying back after graduation. He had been through basic training and was coming back after his security forces school. It had been a long three months since he had left—filled with lots of letters and the scarce phone call.
But he was coming back and that’s all that mattered.
You paced your room over and over again, trying to pick out the perfect outfit to see him at the airport. What could possibly be cute enough to wrap up the last few months into a piece of clothing? You weren’t even sure something as such could exist.
You settled on a simple white dress you had worn to your own graduation and curled your hair. After swiping on a pink shade of gloss, you admired your work and kissed your parents goodbye as you headed off to the airport.
His car had been parked in your driveway after you dropped him off. Some nights you’d go out there and sit in the passenger seat and remember him—all the kisses you had shared over the console. It still smelled of him.
This time though, you sat in the driver’s seat as you prepared to pick him up. Every mile the car got closer, more nerves filled your belly. At one point you were sure you’d be sick from the butterflies swarming around at an alarming rate.
As you pulled into the lot, your heart was racing as your palms began sweating against the steering wheel.
About ten minutes from now, you’d be in his arms again and your body would feel anew.
The trip inside of the airport felt longer than it should’ve, but the minutes dragged by as you waited outside his gate. Passengers started pouring out of the long terminal, one by one finding their families or leaving alone.
And then you saw a familiar head of tousled brown hair above the crowd. Even from far away, his freckles were still a stark contrast against his skin, illuminated even more after being under the Texas sun.
A breath hitched in your throat as your feet started running before your mind could decide what to do. Step by step, you weaved between the crowd of people heading into the airport until you saw him standing there with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder.
He was adorned in his service blues—deep blue trousers with the matching jacket. His silver name tag stood out against the navy color, with “Sallow” engraved across the metal.
You stopped for a moment to drink him in. He did the same as he stared you down, not taking his eyes off of you as he placed his bag on the tile floor.
He was too far away to hear but you watched as his mouth formed the words “baby” followed by a breathless smile.
You started running again without stopping this time, not until you were wrapped up in his arms. They surrounded you in the warmest embrace you had felt in a long time, the heat melting the ice wall you had built up ever since he left.
”Sebastian,” you cried into his shoulder.
”Shh, I know, baby, it’s okay,” he cooed into your hair. His hand held your waist tightly against him as the other combed through your hair, cradling your head against him. “I’m here now.”
You shook against him as you sobbed, His hand continued rubbing slow circles against your hips as he held you, with no plans of letting you go.
Your knees gave out beneath you at the sheer intensity of it all and his arms held you as he followed you to the ground. When your legs hit the cool floor, he pulled away to look at you, up close for the first time in months.
His cheeks were strawberry pink and tear stained, his brown eyes glossed over with more tears threatening to escape. He pressed his forehead against yours as he breathed in the same air as you.
“God, I missed you. Your scent,” he said as his lips pressed against yours hastily. “Your lips.”
You pulled him in for another kiss, deeper this time. It was hunger-filled and passionate. The two of you nearly forgot where you were for a moment until he chuckled against your lips.
”I got carried away,” you giggled and sniffled back.
”It’s okay sweetheart, get carried away with me.”
After a few more moments of kneeling with him on the ground, he helped get you back to your feet and walked you out of the airport with his hand woven around yours.
As you stepped into the muggy summer air, he pulled his hat from his pocket and sat it on his head. You knew it was protocol—to wear his hat only outdoors—but he looked too handsome for his own good. Kissing him silly didn’t seem like such a bad idea, no matter where you were.
But you held yourself back and leaned on your tiptoes to give him a quick peck on the cheeks.
”Hey get back here,” he called.
He chased you all the way back to your car until he finally caught up with you and lifted you off the ground.
”No fair! You’re all strong and muscular now,” you squealed as he spun you around.
”Now? What about before?” He teased.
But then he set you down against the door of his car and looked down at you while he tucked a rogue curl behind your ear.
“You look so beautiful,” he whispered.
All that worrying for nothing, of course he was Sebastian and you could’ve shown up in a brown potato sack and hear him say the same thing.
His lips were on yours again as you felt the cool metal behind your back, chilled from the shadows of the parking garage. His hand laced between the strands of your hair as he held you closely against his body as his lips moved on yours.
His lips felt so soft against your own, like two pillows moving against your mouth. He tasted sweet too, of cinnamon gum and cheap airplane coffee. His cologne filled your senses, moving through the quiet breeze of August. You were surrounded by him in every way possible and you felt so at peace.
He was finally home and so were you.
The drive was peaceful. He drove which gave you the perfect opportunity to stare at him the whole way back to your hometown. You hardly noticed as he pulled you into the parking lot of your favorite local restaurant—where you had your first date.
It served Italian and while it wasn’t nearly as good or fancy as places in the city, it was yours. He skipped over to your door and held it open in the slight drizzle, dropping darkening spots on his coat.
The smell of wet pavement filled the air as you stepped out into the evening, illuminated by already-glowing streetlights.
He held your hand the whole way to the front door and even as you were sat.
Neither of you needed menus as many times as you had frequented the place, but you still looked at him over the top of the laminated sheet making eyes at him.
”You know you don’t need that, sweetheart, you’re just going to get the spaghetti,” he quipped.
”You never know, I might switch it up.”
You didn’t, you never did.
Your waitress took your orders and walked away with the menus, leaving the two of you in your own little bubble—tucked in a corner booth.
He looked at you like he had something to say, and he was eager to get it out.
”Okay, Sallow, spill.”
”Am I that obvious?”
”Terribly so,” you laughed.
He laid a hand out on the wooden table, worn with years of use, and you met him in the middle.
His hands weren’t nearly as soft as they used to be either. Though it wasn’t years worth like the table between you, it felt like it. Callouses were driven into his palms from relentless work and they were dried from the heat.
“I’ve been thinking—“
”Oh no,” you teased and you were met with his sweet laughter.
”I know, I know. But really sweetheart, I have. I know it’s quick, and I just got back, but I swear it’s not just because I was gone. Every day, I thought of you, you were what got me through it all, because I knew you were at home waiting for me. And I could never imagine a life where you’re not there on the other side of it all. I-I got my orders. I’m headed to Germany in a week. And I want you to come… as my wife.”
Your heart dropped. Your hearing went out. You loved him, of course you did. A life with him was all you could ever dream of, but you were barely eighteen, you barely lived. You felt the lump form in your throat—a rock you couldn’t swallow.
“Sebastian…” you breathed. Your voice was shaky along with your hand. “I-“
”I know it’s a lot and it’s not ideal, but please baby, will you marry me? We can go to the courthouse tomorrow and—“
”No,” you whispered as you pulled your hand away.
Sebastian’s face contorted in on itself. His chest heaved visibly under his button up.
“I-I can’t, I’m so sorry.”
You slid across the booth as the leather squeaked beneath you.
”Wait!” He called but you were already out the door.
The rain had started to come down harder when you were inside. It began soaking through your dress, dripping water onto the pavement beneath your feet. The door behind you opened with a creak. The rain above you stopped as Sebastian held his jacket over your head.
”Did I do something wrong?” He asked. “Please tell me and I-I’ll fix it I swear it.”
”No Sebastian, you didn’t. I just—“
”Do you not… do you not love me?” He asked as his lip quivered.
”Of course, I do. More than anything.”
”Then why?”
”I-I don’t know…”
”Baby… I asked you to marry me and you said no. I need more than that.”
He was right. You knew he was.
”Sebastian, we-we’re hardly eighteen. I-we haven’t even lived yet and I… I have plans for my life.”
”Without me in them?”
”No, Seb, it’s not like that and you know it.”
”I-I don’t know what to think anymore.”
”I love you, okay? So much it hurts. I ached without you these past few months, but I just can’t uproot my life and move across the ocean. I-I have school coming up, you know how bad I want that.”
”I know,” he replied. “But what did you think would happen when I got back? That I would get to stay here?”
”I don’t know, maybe? I didn’t know you would just up and leave me.”
He scoffed. “Leave you? If you think that’s what is happening then you must not know me very well. I don’t have a choice.”
”You did when you enlisted!” You yelled over the rain, louder than you meant. “You chose that life over me the day you signed your name.”
”I thought it was our life. I thought I was doing what was best for you—best for us!”
”I would never ask you to do that. I don’t want you to leave, why don’t you get that?”
He breathed out a sigh. “Well I have to. And bottom line is if you want to come with me, you have to come as my wife, okay? But if you say no, we’re done here.”
”Sebastian… I-I can’t,” you sobbed.
Tears on his face began running down, mixing with the rain. “So that’s it then? We’re over just like that?”
The way your heart ached you thought it might actually shatter into a thousand pieces. Your hand flew up and you held on tightly to try and hold it together. You could only respond with a small nod, not daring to say the words. Not daring to end everything you had built.
The last year flashed in your mind. From the moment he tugged on your braid in junior math and you turned around to see him grinning, to your first date where he picked you up in his old beater and kissed you on your parents’ porch, to prom where you slow danced under a disco ball, to now: standing in the rain while your world crumbled.
He dropped the coat and pulled you in for a hug, holding you like you might disappear, because he will disappear for who knows how long. You shuddered against him as you choked out a sob. The one person in the world you wanted, the only one who could fix everything, was leaving and you wouldn’t—couldn’t—go with him.
”Promise me you’ll still write me, yeah? I need to know you’re okay,” he said, kissing the top of your wet head.
”I will, I promise I will. You’re my best friend.”
That broke something in him and he began shaking with a cry as he held you. You couldn’t bear to look up at him, so you just huddled against his chest as the rain continued to pour over you, taking everything you had with it.
The drive home was silent as you stared out the window, memories flashing by with each small building. You were soaked to the bone and shivering against his cool leather seats as he pulled in to your driveway.
This was it, the last time you’d see the love of your life. How does one even begin to cope with that feeling? You were numb down to your toes and had cried yourself dry. You turned to look at him one last time, pink nosed and red cheeked. His lips had swollen up from crying too hard, his eyelids were red-rimmed. The sight nearly broke your already torn heart.
”Kiss me one last time?” He asked, without looking at you, scared of what you might say.
”Sebastian…”
”I know, that was stupid of me,” he sniffled and huffed out a laugh.
You leaned over and kissed him anyway, despite how stupid it may have been—despite how hard it wrecked you. It was quick, over before you wanted it to be. It only made you want to kiss him over and over again, but you couldn’t.
”I’m sorry,” you said as you got out of his car, for the last time, and walked up the porch steps.
His car stayed in place until he knew you were safely inside, like always.
After you stepped inside your house, it still took a moment for his car to pull away. As you watched the red taillights become smaller and smaller, you hurt more and more. You sank to the ground inside your mud room and bawled until you woke your mom.
But you didn’t want her comfort, you wanted—needed—his. How could the one person in the world you want be the one person you can’t have?
The next week went by in a blur. You barely spoke to him, except for a few friendly text messages here and there, but it was awkward and tense.
A month went by even slower. But then your first letter from him came, just as he promised.
He spoke of Germany and his job as a security officer, guarding the base day in and day out. He spoke of new foods he got to try and his roommates on base. He seemed happy and that’s all you could ask for.
You had started school, so you told him about that. You told him about a boy in your class who was an even bigger pest than he was, which was saying a lot. You told him how you got a part time job at the library to fill your evenings when you didn’t have class.
Letters were sent back and forth for a while. But the ache never left you. Seeing his scrawly boyish handwriting every couple weeks was starting to get to you. Your wound was too fresh and couldn’t heal as he kept digging in it.
One day, after you received a letter from him, talking about the usual:his job and his friends, you cried yourself to sleep. Normally you’d write back to him right away, but this time took longer. You knew what you had to do, you just couldn’t do it.
Until a few days later, you sat at your desk and with a shaking hand, you put pen to paper.
Dear Sebastian,
I’m sorry.
You crumbled it up and threw it in the trash. You did that several more times until you just let your heart take over.
Dear Sebastian,
I have tried writing this so many times, but no words I can come up with do the right thing. So I just have to come out and say it. Writing to you hurts too much. I miss you more than I ever thought possible and doing this keeps ripping me open. This is the last time I can write to you. I’m sorry. I hope nothing but the best for you.
It sounded so formal, almost too formal for what you were. But if you delved in too much you’d say too much and it needed to be quick—like ripping off a bandaid.
You folded it up and stuck it in an envelope, tasting the bitter glue as you licked the seal. A tear dropped on the paper, crumbling it on contact as you wrote his address on the back.
You never heard from Sebastian again.
Four years later…
It had been a long day in the labor and delivery unit. Your feet were sore from walking around the ward all day, but nothing was more rewarding. It was always a good day when you got to help deliver a baby, but two! That called for a celebration.
”See you at The Beach?” Your coworker asked.
”Obviously,” you replied.
A sex on the beach was calling your name like no other. Nothing could calm your nerves like a good drink.
You finished up charting before clocking out. Your ID badge jingled across your chest as you strolled down the bright white hall. You took a breath of relief as you walked out the double doors and to your car.
It was a short drive home as you had decided to work in your hometown, you actually lived only a few blocks away from your parents now in a place you’ve made home.
You walked in and were greeted by your dog who had been waiting (not so) patiently for your arrival home. You gave him more food and water, pet his fluffy head, and headed towards your room.
Your scrubs were thrown off in haste and tossed into your ever-growing pile of laundry.
”What outfit says ‘I just had an awesome day at work, but I still need a drink after my shift’, Bud?”
Your dog laid on the carpet with a hmph, knowing you were about to leave him again.
”I don’t know either, that’s why I asked you.”
You landed on a white dress, pantyhose, and a denim jacket.
“How do I look?” You asked aloud as you spun in front of your full-length mirror.
Your dog still gave you puppy dog eyes.
”I know, honey, I’ll be back.”
You grabbed your small purse off the dinner table and headed out your back door.
The walk to The Beach wasn’t too far either—perks of living in a small town.
It used to be your favorite restaurant actually, but it had been years since you'd been there. It was recently bought out and turned into a vibrant bar. And Friday nights were karaoke night.
Loud, thumping music was shaking the floor as you stepped inside and found your friends at a table.
”And a sex on the beach for the lovely lady,” one said, handing you the pink drink.
”Oh, you shouldn’t have,” you replied with a smirk.
A few drinks in and you and a couple girls felt bold enough to sign up—for one song.
The DJ showed you his list.
”How about “Don’t Stop Believin’’,” one suggested.
”Boring!” The other chimed in.
”We have to do a classic,” you said. “I vote ‘Super Trouper’.”
Your two friends’ faces lit up instantly.
”We’ll be like Donna and the Dynamos,” one beamed drunkenly.
“Okay hun,” you laughed with a shaking head.
You got a three second countdown and you began singing the intro.
The crowd immediately went crazy, who doesn’t love ABBA?
You were dancing around on stage with your friends. The three of you had silently agreed you’d take the last verse and as you sang “‘Cause somewhere in the crowd there’s you” you dramatically scanned the crowd, that is, until your eyes landed on a familiar body in their military uniform ordering a drink at the bar.
You froze, unable to sing. He looked up and caught your eyes and you felt your chest cave in. Shakily you caught up with the lyrics, that seemed all too fitting. “The sight of you will prove to me I’m still alive.”
You finished the rest of the song in a buzzed haze. You couldn’t get yourself to look towards the bar again, not when he of all people were standing there.
The song ended and you helped bring your friends back to your table. When you went to grab your cup, you realized it was nothing but ice.
”Damn,” you muttered under your breath. “I’ll be back.”
It was like you could hear every footstep as you walked towards the bar. He was sitting on the furthest end of it, but with no people in between you, all you could do was hope he didn’t look up.
”I’ll have a sex on the beach please,” you asked the bartender.
”Is that really you?” you heard that voice ask.
Sebastian Sallow turned to face you. He was wearing a tight fitting beige shirt tucked into his camo uniform pants. It looked like he had just gotten back into town that day. He looked older now, worn by years of military work, but God did he look good. His hair was more managed now than it had been before, but he was still clean shaven. He was still your Sebastian under it all.
”Yeah, it’s me,” you replied.
”Put whatever she got on my tab.”
”You don’t have to do that.”
”Yes I do! Sit sit,” he said, eyeing the barstool next to him. Deep down, you knew your friends were too drunk to even notice your absence, and he did just buy you a drink, so you plopped down on the leather stool beside him.
He even smelled the same, like he still used the same cologne he had in high school—sandalwood. You had told him once that you loved the smell… and you still did.
”So how have you been?” He asked.
”Good!,” you replied as the bartender handed you your drink.
”Are you a nurse now?”
”Yeah, actually a labor and delivery nurse. I just got off my shift and came here with some work friends.” You pointed to where your group was seated. They noticed and started waving and giving thumbs up. “Sorry they’re drunk.”
Sebastian chuckled, deeper than he used to. “It’s okay.” He threw back the amber liquid in his glass—beer presumably—and ordered another.
“Did you just get back? From Germany?”
”Yeah today. My uncle and sister picked me up from the airport. She was a mess,” he laughed. “But I needed a beer, doesn’t compare to the pubs there though.”
”I bet not,” you replied. “Did you notice this used to be—“
”Marco’s? Yeah, sad to see it gone.”
”Me too, but this bar is nice. We needed one, I was tired of going to the next town over.”
”Big drinker are you?” He teased.
”Bold of you to assume.”
He laughed a full belly laugh now. You hated that you missed it.
The conversation began to flow nicely now as he made you laugh harder than you had in a long time.
You were still laughing at a joke he made when he cut through the noise. “So… are you single?” He made eyes at you as he tipped back his beer.
Your laughter ceased. “What?”
”I asked if you were single.”
”But why?”
”Becuase that’s how this works,” he started. “We’re having a nice time and I want to know if I can take you on a date.”
”Sebastian…”
”Is that crazy?”
”Yes! Sebastian we can’t.”
”Why not? Are you not single?”
”No I am, it’s just…”
”Just what?”
You grabbed your purse and headed out of the bar. Sebastian quickly paid his tab and watched you as you walked out of the front door.
It had started to rain when you were inside. You were waiting by a lamp post when the rain suddenly stopped.
Sebastian was standing over you with his jacket hovered above your head.
”Tell me why, please. And I’ll leave you alone.”
“Sebastian…” you breathed. “I just… I’ve moved on. We were kids! Young and stupid. But I’ve grown up. You’ve grown up. We’re different people now.”
”Let me get to know this you. The you that sings ABBA like her life depends on it, the girl who orders a sex on the beach like its water. I want to know that girl.”
You looked at him then, water dripping down his face.
”What if she’s not what she seems?”
”I’m sure she won’t be. We all have secrets, I did things I’m not proud of too.”
You breathed in deeply. “I still can’t.”
”But tell me why!”
You hesitated a moment before blurting out, ”you left me!”
”I left you? You still think that’s what happened? After all these years…”
”You did! I was here and you were gone! I watched your taillights disappear and you never came back!”
”I couldn’t come back! You think after you told me you couldn’t marry me, I wanted to leave? There was nothing more I wanted than to quit and stay here with you. But you know it doesn’t work like that! And when you…” His lip began to shake. “And when you told me that we couldn’t talk anymore, that-that killed me. Your letter wrecked me.”
”You didn’t even fight for me!” You yelled.
”Fight for you? You all but told me to piss off and you wanted me to fight for you?”
”Yes!” You cried. “You don’t know how it feels!”
”I don’t know how it feels? You think I don’t know? I was alone for four years! Four miserable years that I wanted nothing more than to spend with you. And I come back here and can still only think of you, so much so I knew I could only find relief in a drink. And this town only has one damn bar! You think pulling in here I didn’t think of you? The last time I was here?”
You thought of the last time too, every time you found yourself walking in that entrance.
”You think I don’t know how it is when I see the only girl I have ever loved up on stage having the time of her life while I’m still stuck in the past? No, you don’t know how it feels.”
”Sebastian, I-I’m sorry.”
”I just… I just missed you and thought that…”
“You know it hasn’t been easy on me either…”
“It sure as hell seems like it.”
“How dare you!? You really think I didn’t want to go with you? And then have to tell you we can’t talk anymore? Sebastian, I wanted to marry you, so badly. But I couldn’t! I had other dreams too, important ones.”
“More important than me?”
“Yes!” It came out before you could stop it. “I mean… not in the way you’re making it out to be. But yes Sebastian you weren’t my only dream, I wanted the life I’m living so badly. I didn’t want to leave here.”
“Not even for me? For us?”
Tears started stinging your eyes. “It’s more complicated than that.”
“I would have given up everything for you!”
“But I would never ask you to do that! I love you too much!”
He stepped back an inch. “You still love me?” He breathed.
“Fuck!” You spat. “Of course I do. I could never stop loving you no matter how hard I tried. You’re under my skin Sebastian, in all the ways a person can be. I could never scrub you out.”
“Then why did you get so mad at me before? All I did was ask if you were single.”
“I’m scared! Okay? Is that what you want to hear? God I can’t do this! We’re already fighting!” You turned to leave, letting the rain soak you.
“I’m not losing you again, especially here. I can’t stand watching you walk away from me. I will love you until my dying breath, and there’s nothing you can do about that okay? You can’t fight your way out of that one.”
You moved to face him again. His jacket was at his side, dripping water. His shirt clung to his toned body and he was breathing heavy, waiting for your response. He looked so beautiful under the warm streetlight, glowing down on him like the sun.
You cried as your shoulders shook with laughter. “God, we’re a mess.”
He began crying, laughter mixed in too, swiping his hand through his sopping hair.
And then you ran right towards him. Every step pattered with rain. You leapt into his arms and he caught you in a spin. The last four years exploded as your lips caught his in a kiss.
Your mouth moved like a puzzle locking into place against his mouth, like it knew exactly where to go on his lips. His hand trailed into your wet hair and held you against his face as he kissed you back.
“You look as beautiful as the day I left,” he cooed as tears mixed with rain.
You felt your cheeks burn crimson at the compliment as you leaned down to kiss him again.
After a few more moments, he broke the spell. “Let me get you home. Please.”
He set your feet back down on the sidewalk and walked you to his car, all too familiar even in the night.
“You still have it!” You said, referring to his beat up car.
“Sweetheart, I’ve been in Germany for four years, of course I still have it.”
“I just can’t believe it still runs!”
“We’re not that old,” he teased, opening up your car door.
It looked the same on the inside, all leather plush with a black tree freshener dangling from the mirror.
You gave him directions back to your new place.
He stepped out again even in the down pour and opened your door back up, walking you to your front door like teenagers after a first date.
“Maybe I’ll call you?” He asked. “Is your number the same?”
“Why don’t… why don’t you come in?”
“Are you sure?” He asked, as if he wasn’t dying to come inside.
“Yeah, Seb.” You smiled.
You unlocked your front door with a jiggle of your keys and your dog ran to the door. He was attacking you with licks and wagging his tail when he noticed the stranger behind you.
“Who’s this little guy?” Sebastian asked, leaning a hand down to ruffle his head.”
“This is Buddy, he’s my baby,” you replied.
You walked Sebastian further in to your couch.
“Um, you can sit here while I go change. Do you want a towel or something?”
“Yeah, that would be perfect.”
You exited the room and headed towards your bedroom, padding down the carpeted hallway. You towel dried your hair and changed into pajamas when the nerves started setting in.
Sebastian was out there sitting on your couch and you could hardly believe it.
You walked back out with a towel in hand to give to him. Your fingers brushed and it sent electricity shooting down your arm. As you sat next to him on the couch, you watched in a daze as he dried off his hair.
“Now you look a mess,” you laughed.
“Speak for yourself,” he quipped.
You got comfortable next to him, pulling your knees underneath yourself to huddle into a ball.
“So, how was Germany?”
“I hate to say it but it was amazing. It’s beautiful. Oh and the food… it’s to die for. I ate schnitzel almost every day for a week when I first arrived. …You would’ve loved it.”
“It sounds amazing, I-I’m sure I would’ve…” you trailed off. “But—“
“I know,” he interrupted. “I know. Your house is nice, and you have a dog!”
“I do! He’s two.”
As if on cue, Buddy jumped onto your lap and started kissing all over your face. You were a giggling mess when Sebastian spoke up again.
“Sweetheart?”
You looked up at him now. He’d called you that several times by now and each time it broke you more than the last. You moved your dog back to the floor who went off to his bed in the corner. “Yeah?”
“I meant what I said earlier. You look so beautiful, exactly as I remember you.”
“Thank you,” you blushed. “You look the same too.”
“Is that a good thing?”
“Very much.”
You moved closer now, almost touching your knee to his. His arm was on the back of the couch and it nearly brushed your shoulder.”
“Did you mean what you said? That you still love me?”
He was illuminated by your lamp in your living room, the warm glow accentuating his freckles. He looked younger almost. It was like you had been taken back four years.
“Y-yes,” you admitted. “I do, but things are still, things are still complicated you know?”
“They don’t have to be. I-I’m not leaving again. I… I decided to join the reserves instead. There’s people here I couldn’t stand being away from again.”
“That doesn’t mean things can just go back to how they were before. We’re different people now.”
“You kissed me out there, in the rain. And you expect me to sit here on your couch, seeing how beautiful you look completely unraveled, and expect me not to want to kiss you again?”
“I—“
“I won’t, you know I won’t unless you want me to. But God I want to kiss you silly,” he whispered as he moved his hand from the couch to your cheek.
You did too, deep down you knew you did. He looked too pretty not to kiss until his lips were swollen. You nuzzled against his warm hand and turned to press a light kiss to his palm.
He visibly swallowed and took in a deep breath at your touch. And then you felt your body gravitating to his like a magnet pull. Nothing could stop you as you leaned in to him.
“Oh sweetheart,” he murmured right before your lips crash landed on his.
It was a soft kiss at first, unlike the one you shared under the lamp post. It was shy and gentle like you were reexploring each other—as if you’d ever forget what he tasted like.
During the kiss, his other hand fell to your waist, drawing small circles under the hem of your shirt with his thumb.
You let him pull you onto his lap where you straddled your legs on each side of his hips, digging into your couch as you pressed against his chest with your own.
The kiss turned heavier then, he licked across your bottom lip, begging for entrance and you granted it. No one could kiss you like he does, no one could even come close.
He groaned into your mouth before pulling away and resting his forehead against yours. “I missed you so much. Every night I thought of you, I swear it.”
“Kiss me again,” you pleaded.
It took him all but a second to reconnect his lips to yours. It was deeper, hungrier. His hand slid from your cheek and into your hair, intertwining right at the damp roots. His breath caught in his throat at the contact, the passionateness of your kiss.
“If we don’t stop now, I don’t think I’ll be able to hold myself back from you,” he heaved into your mouth.
“Don’t stop,” you replied and kissed him again.
His lips trailed down your mouth to your jawline, where he left hot, open-mouthed kisses along your skin. He continued trailing down until his lips were pressed against the sensitive spot below your ear—the spot he knew you loved best.
He nipped at it until you lurched on his lap and then he soothed the area with his tongue. He did it over and over again until you were melting like putty in his hands.
And then he kissed you once more and in one fell swoop, he gathered you up and lifted you off the couch, not removing his lips from yours for a second, as he carried you down the hall into your bedroom.
You ran into the wall a couple of times from the messiness of your kiss, keeping him off balance as he tried to remove his boots at the same time. There was a trail of clothing like a map leading from the living room down the hall.
Your shirt had been discarded in the chaos and once he laid you on your bed, he took you in. His eyes darkened with lust at the sight of you—bra and pajama shorts with messy hair.
He lifted his shirt off of him, throwing it to the ground before crawling over top of you. He was toned. Where a boy had once stood, was now a man, and the sight made you gulp.
His dog tags tickled your skin as he made out with your chest. His hand massaged your breast over your padded bra, your nipples already sensitive against the cloth. He pulled it down and gasped quietly at the sight.
His mouth was around your nipples in the next moment, sucking and nibbling at your sensitive bud until you arched into his touch. He used his other hand to twist and pinch your other nub until it hardened beneath his fingertips.
“Fuck,” you cried.
You reached down and could feel his erection pressing against his camo pants, urging to be released. His hand laid over top of yours and held it there as he continued sucking your breast into his wet mouth.
That is, until you squeezed your hand around his clothed cock once and he shuddered, resting his head against your chest to take a breath.
“Baby,” he murmured against your skin.
You did it again, but this time you moved your hand along his shaft. He groaned and huffed a laugh.
The sound of his belt unbuckling filled the air. He stood up and pulled down his boxers and pants all at once.
His cock was rock hard against his thigh as he stood there watching you watch him. It made your core ache.
“Is this what you wanted?” He asked as he got back onto the bed.
You nodded your head against your duvet. “Y-yes. Please.”
Your hand was around his cock then, warm and hard to the touch. You could feel as the blood pulsed to his tip, making his veins convulse. Your hand started to move up and down on his length making him moan under his breath.
Your hand was left bare in the next moment as he scooted himself against your headboard. “Come here baby,” he cooed.
You followed his instructions and sat with your back against his chest and his cock was pressed roughly against your bare back. He slid your panties and shorts down at the same time and pooled them on the edge of your bed.
The coolness in the air brushed lightly against your heat, causing you to shiver. Sebastian brought a hand around from behind you and traced down your belly until he was right where you wanted him—where you needed him.
“Four years sweetheart. Four years I dreamt of his moment and you’re not leaving this bed until you’re screaming my name. I need to hear it,” he purred directly into your ear. It sent a chill down your spine.
His middle finger started tracing your clit—teasingly slow at first. He started to build up more pressure as he toyed with your sensitive bud. His other hand came around you and held gently onto your neck, not choking you but holding you there. You lulled your head back against his shoulder as he built up speed.
“Sebastian…” you moaned against his jaw.
“That’s a start,” he replied.
He inserted his finger into you and it ached around his skin. After a few pumps to ease you into it, he put in his ring finger alongside his middle. It stretched you out as he pushed inside of you until he was knuckles deep.
He curled his fingers inside of you and pumped in and out, setting a delicious pace while hitting your sensitive spot over and over again. You arched your back against his chest as you felt your core race towards a high.
“That’s it baby, I can feel you squeezing my fingers. You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you?”
He used his arm to hold you still against him as he fingered you relentlessly. You tried squirming from the feeling but his hold on you was too tight.
You moaned out again, nothing coherent as he picked up his pace.
You were a writhing mess, rubbing skin against skin as he held you as close to him as he could. Already you could feel the winding up in your belly.
“Are you gonna come for me?”
You nodded your head against his shoulder.
“ I wanna hear you,” he replied.
“I-I’m gonna come.”
“Oh yeah? I want you to come all over my fingers. Make me a mess.”
His hand on your throat moved slightly as he began trailing his thumb along your bottom lip, playing with the soft pink skin.
The coil wound too tight and you couldn’t handle it anymore. You released with a loud trembling whimper, filling the quiet room around you. Sebastian watched in awe as you came around his digits as he continued pumping in and out of you, draining you until you slouched against him.
Your eyes landed on his as he reached his fingers up to his mouth and swirled them in his mouth before releasing them with a quiet pop.
A groan was laced with his voice as he said, “you taste even better than I remember.”
Your hands were on his cheeks in an instant and pulling him towards your face and in a hasty scramble. He tasted of your own sweet arousal mixed with the hoppy lager he had drank at the bar.
Keeping your lips on his, you carefully turned around and straddled his lap again, only this time there were no clothes to keep you separated. His cock sprang up and hit your bottom side as you continued kissing him.
Slowly, you started grinding your hips, letting your slit leak all over his cock.
“Don’t tease me, please,” he begged.
You looked at the way his eyes pleaded with you. His face was washed in blue moonlight beaming in from an opening in your curtains. It cut right across his nose and shone solely on one eye, making the honey in his iris glow.
Your lips brushed along his and you cheekily smiled as you reached down and lined his erection up with your entrance. You sat down gradually, seeing the way his eyes rolled to the back of his head as you became completely seated.
You were breathing into each others’ opened mouths for a few moments to allow each other time to adjust. The headboard was cool against your fingers as you moved one hand back to hold yourself steady. Your hips started to rock back and forth across his lap.
Every back thrust had him hitting your spot sending shockwaves radiating to your core. You felt his calloused hands set themselves on each side of your hips as a gentle guide. He held you sweetly and looked up at you as you grinded on him.
“That’s it baby, just like that,” he breathed. “Use me.”
The room was filled with the sound of skin sliding across skin and heavy breaths, mixed with the soft sounds of the crickets chirping outside.
You gained more confidence and increased your speed. His hands wrapped around your back to keep up with the new pace.
“S-Sebastian, fuck you feel so good,” you whined.
“Yeah baby?”
You nodded your head against his lips.
The next thing you felt was being lifted up as Sebastian turned your bodies around so he was hovering over top of you.
He took your legs and hooked his arms under your knees and began pounding into you, at a whole new depth.
You were a moaning mess and you tried to grab a hold of something—anything. They both clung to the pillows on either side of your head and you gave the delicate material a death grip.
“How’s that?” He asked as he rammed into you.
“Good, so fucking good.”
Every thrust had his pelvic bone hitting your clit and alongside with how deep he was hitting you, you were speeding towards another orgasm.
The euphoric feeling made your toes curl and your fingers tighten even harder around your pillows.
“You’re so tight, it’s like you were made for me,” he murmured.
Your hands released the pillows and found their way to his shoulders where you pulled him even closer down to you. As he drilled into you, your nails created moon-shaped divots in his back.
“That’s it sweetheart, mark me.”
His thrusts were starting to become erratic, so you knew he was getting close. And the way you were pulsing around him, you were about to fall apart at the seams.
“Sebastian, I’m so close!”
“Say my name again, louder,” groaned.
“Sebastian!”
You felt your body vibrate around him, sending ripples down your skin. It was electrifying, making your fingers and toes go numb. You closed your eyes and saw stars like fireworks going off behind your lids.
Sebastian grunted and stilled inside of you as he released himself all over your inner walls, painting everything white.
As he started to pull out you stopped him.
“What’s the matter?” He turned his head to glance down at you.
“What if you just… what if you just stayed inside?” You asked shyly.
He smirked and breathed out a small chuckle. “Anything for you my love.”
He laid beside you, spooning you from behind with his cock still buried deep inside of you. You missed his warmth and you weren’t about to let him go that easily.
He pressed light kisses across your bare shoulder blades. “I never thought I’d have this again,” he sighed. “Now I’m never letting you go.”
You settled in against his chest and let sleep find you peacefully, for the first time in a long time.
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Ominis stood by his dresser fixing his tie once again, his skilled fingers easily tying the knot after years of practice. It was a mindless thing, something that drew his mind from what was coming. Something that shouldn’t be as nerve wracking as the anxiety it was inducing in him.
Your family had invited him to a family dinner at your childhood home. He had yet to meet your family and it was something he had always been hesitant about. You, of course, didn’t understand why he worried, insisting that they would love him, that “they didn't bite.”
But how could he know? Not everyone’s family was like them. If people knew his and their cruelty, they wouldn’t even hesitate to assume he was the same. How could he be sure it wasn’t the same? How could he be sure your family was as warm, open, kind and loving like you were?
He felt for his cologne, his hand slightly shaking as he sprayed it on, breathing deeply of the familiar smell grounding him. The smell that clung to your skin, that said you were his no matter what. It doesn’t matter, he tells himself. Even if they hate me, she never will, she’ll never leave.
One by one, through your words, your comforting touch, your gentle kiss on his cheek as you thanked him for helping you fasten your dress, the insecurities in his heart were unrooted.
You loved him, you were his, you were like the sun always shining, that was all that mattered.
Even if they were cruel, even if they were cold, even if they disapproved, your love burned hot.
“You’ve got this Ominis, you’re the most amazing man I’ve ever met. They’ll love you, I promise,” you sang as the pair of you walked up the path to your childhood home, swinging your hands, fingers interlocked.
He paused, pulling you close and brushing a piece of hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek. “As long as you love me, that’s all I need. Promise you’ll always love me?”
You laugh softly, reaching up to touch the hand on your cheek with one of yours, “I promise.” You seal it by pressing a soft kiss to his lips, and it gives him the strength to knock on the door.
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Their voices are kind, their bodies warm as they pull him into welcoming hugs that he has to fight the urge to tense from. They tell you the party is in the back garden and lead you through the house. His hands trace the walls as he feels his way around. His fingertips come across the edges of old wooden frames, likely holding your smiling face, the inscriptions reading your praises, moments frozen in time from your life. The day you left for Hogwarts, when you won the house cup, your Quidditch victories, the day you graduated.
You were well loved, and he hates the slight pang of jealousy he feels, and the one of guilt that his family was the way they were. If only he had met your family when he was still 15, before the danger of being a Gaunt’s lover had affected both your lifes. Before he had to give a false name, a fake accent. Now no one knew Ominis Gaunt still lived, only Owen Grant remained. Perhaps someday it would be safe, and he’d be able to throw a party in a house of his own, as Ominis. But that was a foolish dream, meant for people not like him, people that had been loved.
In a house where it was okay to play outside until the sun was low in the sky, a light left on to guide you in from the dark. Where you were called to the table where a warm meal was set for you. Where you sat around holding hands and shared what you were grateful for. A home.
As Ominis sat next to you at the long table under the warm evening sky, listening to your family visit and asking each other how their days had been, how his day had been, he found himself thinking about how rich you were. Silver spoons could never compare to the love poured into every spoonful of warm stew that steamed in his bowl. That was wealth, not heaps of gold.
He laughs with you at the stories of you coming home with scrapes on your knees, always a clumsy one, tripping over things. But he can’t help but flash back to the memories of when he would fall, because he’d been tripped or doubled over in pain, red lightning engulfing his small body. He’s so lost in thought he doesn’t hear what your mother asks you.
“Speaking of kids honey, when are you and Owen going to have any? I’d love grandkids, though I would love it if you got married first. People do talk, you know.”
You laugh, “Oh I don’t know mom. I have tried talking to him about it before but he isn’t sure he is able to.”
“He’s infertile?” She asks worriedly.
“Oh, no not at all…it’s just…” you trail off. You can’t tell them he fears his blood, fears his ability to be a good father because of the love he was never given. That he was a Gaunt, not Grant.
Your mother turns to Ominis. “Why aren’t you able to have kids Owen?”
Ominis doesn’t answer, and you touch his arm making him jerk out of his thoughts, his knee flying up and hitting the underside of the table making the good wine spill all over the white tablecloth. “What?...oh, oh no, I’m so sorry I-” he starts to stammer, panickedly dabbing at it with his napkin when they start to laugh.
Ominis is thrown at how easily they brush it off, hurrying to help him clean it up, saying “oh it’s nothing. Could happen to any one of us.” Under his golden locks he still bears the jagged cuts of a glass bottle from the last time he’d spilled expensive wine, before feeling for every crystalline piece, whimpering every time one pierced his small hand, staining the pale skin red.
Was this how it was supposed to happen? In a normal family? Ominis was sure it was, but he couldn’t comprehend it. Even when he lived with the Sallow’s he eventually had to learn to walk on eggshells there too. This couldn’t be real, it must be an act. No one was so kind, except you.
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After it’s cleaned up he’s offered second helpings but he refuses, his stomach turned with the resentment he feels towards the whole situation. He could fend for himself. He wasn’t incapable of cleaning up glass, he wasn’t too skinny as your grandma said. “No thanks,” he snaps, leaving you to apologize for him, causing his cheeks to burn with even more embarrassment.
When you leave they still hug you both. They tell him he’s welcome any time, twisting the knife of guilt even deeper into his heart, and the unfair irritation grows at their fussing over you.
Once you are in the carriage he can finally breathe in relief, free of the suffocating warmth. Your head rests against his shoulder as you ride in silence for a while, wanting to give him a moment before you ask the question that has been bothering you.
“Ominis?” you ask tentatively.
“Yes love?” he’s gently stroking the back of your hand with his thumb, content and relaxed.
He loves how sweet your voice is, like sugar, and smooth like liquid chocolate. It calms him, until he picks up the taint of concern in your gentle prodding.
“What’s wrong? Why did you snap at my mother like that? She was just trying to help.”
He tenses, an air of pride creeping into his tone. “It’s just she was treating me as if I’m incompetent. I know I’m blind but I can do things for myself.” He huffs softly.
“Sweetheart, it wasn’t that at all. We help one another in my family. Besides, you wouldn’t have spilled the wine if we hadn’t startled you with her question.”
He pauses a moment, “What question?”
He senses your hesitation, making his anxious irritation grow even more. “What question?” he demands impatiently.
“She…she wanted to know when and if we’re going to have children.”
Children. You were asking about children…again.
He tries to take a breath to steady himself, to rein in the anger, the fear, the disgust. All the overwhelming and complicated feelings that surfaced whenever he thought about his line.
“Darling, we talked about this. I don’t want to have kids, I don’t want my bloodline to continue.”
You sigh, and he hates the pain hidden in it. “I know love, but I’ve been thinking...what if they aren’t like your family? They’ll be ours. We’ll raise them differently. I have an ancient power just like you that I can’t control, that I could use for evil but I don’t. Just like you don’t. It’s a choice, not a fate. We aren’t a certain way just because our families are. Because of where we’re born.”
He hates how sensible you are, how reasonable and true your words sound. Because he wants to believe you, he wants to feel you swelling with his child, something that is part of you both, something that makes you more his and binds you completely. But he’s too scared of the risk.
“It doesn’t matter!” he suddenly yells, making you jump. “You grew up being fed love by the spoonful, people cared to ask about you,to treat your wounds. You were cherished. I was kicked around, left in the dark and the cold to fend for myself. It doesn’t matter about my blood as much as it matters about how I was raised. I don’t know how to love a child, how to give affection. I have a terrible temper, most of the first years were just frightened of my presence alone!”
You try to comfort him, to reach out and take his hand but he yanks it away from you, causing his elbow to dig into your side, making you gasp and tears spring to your eyes. Still, you try, your voice shaky as you try to soothe him, hoping to assure him that he did know how, he loved you.
“Ominis…I understand and..”
“How could you possibly understand!? Your mother did a great job raising you, my mother took one look at me and left me to the snakes to cradle! Your father would die to protect you, my father wanted me to die. You want kids? Marry someone else! Because I will corrupt every damn branch of this precious family tree you want me to become a part of! So leave it!”
All the hope you ever had was knocked out of your chest, his cruel words, his jealousy and bitterness murdering the dreams you’d tended to so carefully. There would be no cottage in the countryside, no little girls dancing on his toes like you had, their eyes a reflection of his own. He would never play piano lullabies, or brush the sweaty hair from your face and hold your hand as you worked to give him the one gift you wanted to give him more than anything, his own family.
“Okay, I’m sorry I brought it up. It won’t happen again.” He hears you whisper before you turn away towards the carriage window to watch the summer rain that matched your silent tears.
He wished you would tell him off like you did sometimes. To fight back with your stubborn fiery passion and not let him win. Your quiet submission and the smell of salt killed him. You were so sweet, he was mean. You were kind, and he was cruel. Maybe in another life he would have been like you. Had your big heart, been strong enough to keep getting up, brave to hope. Maybe he could have grown into someone good, someone worthy of love. But he didn’t.
He wasn’t. He was a hurt, lost, bitter boy born to a family that despised him. Taught to fear, taught to submit and accept life as it was, not what it could be. Someone who hurt others to protect themselves. Because it was easier being down in the dark dirt if someone else was too.
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The apartment you share feels huge without your voice filling the silence, without your presence next to him, without your scent permeating into every crevice of his body. You’re not gone, you’re just…distant. You don’t speak, you barely eat and you stay in your room while he sleeps on the couch. You didn’t kick him out, he just chose to stay there. He doesn’t eat at all, punishing himself for hurting you. Why did you love him, why did you stay?
It’s been only two days but it could have been two years when you come out into the kitchen and silently start moving around, preparing something. He listens but doesn’t move from where he sits on the couch, disheveled and miserable. He starts when you speak, standing near.
“Ominis, I made you some toast and tea. You should eat something. Please, love?”
You…you made him something? He thinks of the glasses scattered on the floor, the bitter medicine that numbed his pain and feels ashamed. Here you were, checking on him, caring for him when he’s hurting when you’re the one who needs it most. He hurt you, not the other way around. And it hits him all at once, leaving him humbled and shaken, guilt deeper than the sea.
Ominis collapses to his knees in front of you, bursting into tears, his hands clutching at your ankles. “I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry love. I don’t deserve you, I don’t deserve this. Why are you-” but you cut him off, setting down the tray and sinking down to join him on the floor.
He feels up the arms holding his hands to your face, bringing it to his so your foreheads lean together. He listens to your soothing cooing, as your thumbs brush away his tears as he rambles on about how you should hate him, how he thought you would leave, how you should.
“Ominis, sweetheart,” you laugh softly. “Real love doesn’t have to be earned, it’s given.”
“But why?” he whispers.
“Why what sweetie?” you say pulling back just enough to look in his eyes.
“Why do you love me?”
“Ominis Gaunt I love you because you are a loyal, extremely intelligent, moral, resilient, kind, gentle,and sweet man. You treat me like a lady, you are devoted and protective, and aren’t afraid to be vulnerable. You are honest, a trait I value more than anything. And you always aim to do what’s right. Here you are, not too proud to ask for forgiveness, which I’ve already given.”
“Already given? I crushed your dreams, I was cruel with my words.” He protests, shocked.
“My dream is you Ominis, children or not. And you were hurt and scared. It’s expected.” You reply simply, as if it’s the most easy thing in the world to understand.
He kisses your forehead, before burying his face in your hair, murmuring against your neck.
“I love you. Merlin, you’re amazing. I don’t deserve you.”
“I love you too,” you reply, gently rubbing his back. “And don’t worry about it. In another life we’ll have kids, in a better one. We don’t need them to be happy.”
“No.” he says, determined to no longer be selfish. To look for the bright side like you.
“No?”
He removes himself from your hair and takes a deep breath taking your hands in his. “I want to try, I do., I want kids. I want us to be the ones making a better world, through more of you. The love you’ll pass to them will keep spreading light. I trust it will be enough to outdo my darkness.”
“You’re serious?” You ask, barely able to believe your ears.
“I’m serious.” And then he kisses you, soft and sweet and all is right in the world.
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Two little girls dance in the grass as piano music drifts out the window until their mothers voice calls them in, sending them racing to get to the table first. One trips and skins her knee, her little voice full of tears. “I’m bleeding, I’m bleeding. I’m going to die! Mommy, Daddy help!”
Her father scoops her up, laughing softly. “Love, this is only a scratch. It isn’t fatal, we’ll have it patched up in no time okay?” A bandage and a kiss later she joins her sister for a bowl of stew.
“How was your day, girls? Did you find many frogs today?” Her mother asks, flying a spoon into their baby brother's mouth, the silver glinting in the late afternoon sun.
As Ominis listened to his darling girls babble about butterflies, and frogs, and birds he couldn’t help but think back to a few years ago where he never would have thought he’d have a family. When he didn’t think he’d be able to love because he’d never had it and because his blood would destroy everything.
But we’re not always the product of the love we didn’t get as children, we’re the love we give away. We chose our lives, we chose our families. He chose her, she chose him. He gave her love, and she gave him children. Not Gaunts, but their kids, his kids, his family tree. One that would never not know love, and for that he was grateful for the most.
This is so long overdue…😅But!! At long last, I have an orphelyn oneshot of my own for my good friend @amus2110
Eyes of the Raging Ocean, Grin of the Savage Wild
Jocie Bell was, by all accounts, a flirt. She mostly flirted with people; with pretty much everyone she saw. Boys, girls, popular kids, quiet outcasts, her quidditch captain– no one was safe.
She flirted with ideas too. “What would happen if I mixed spicejune extract with pompini pie mix?” “What if we made out in Sharp’s office for five galleons?” “What if I combined Incendio and ventus; and then breathed on it like a dragon?”
Some of her ideas were…reckless, to say the least. All of them impulsive. That was obvious enough by how her past week had gone: two breakups, a scandal, and a whole lot of juicy gossip people would be talking about for months.
Everyone in the whole school knew Jocie Bell. And she knew everyone in the school.
Or….she thought she did anyway. Ominis Gaint was the first surprise. She hadn’t realized just how attractive he was until she’d been paired with him for a potions project a few months ago. Ever since then, she’d been hopelessly infatuated.
Between classes, she would follow the boy, chattering on about the newest gossip she’d heard, hoping it would pique his interest. No luck. She tried switching to more intellectual subjects, sensing that was more his speed. While he did engage more then, he still actively avoided her. For a large part due to how she constantly followed him. She’d take a seat next to him in every class. She’s cling to his arm whenever they happened to be going the same place. She mention uncannily accurate details about him he definitely hadn’t told anyone.
Needless, to say, he didn’t much appreciate her stalking. It took several months before she finally got the hint. Such a shame too, as she felt she was beginning to grow genuine feelings for him.
Since then, for the past two weeks, she’d been feeling rather down in the dumps. To distract herself, she thrown herself back on the dating scene; only to find it didn’t bring the same enjoyment it once did. She went on fling after fling after fling, hoping it would do something to ease her miserable bored mind. But still….the restlessness remained.
She had been stewing again, for once not speaking to anyone as she pouted and frowned off into the distance. Her eyes flicked around irritably and landed on her cousin, Garreth, speaking with someone. She vaguely recognized the other boy, though now that she looked at him, she realized he looked…rather attractive.
And by that she meant very attractive.
Tall, impressively built; and more than a little handsome. He has windswept dark hair, a strong jaw, and striking blue eyes that immediately caught her attention. “Huh….never seen that shade of blue before,” she thought to herself, finding her curiosity peaked by this boy, so stoic in comparison to her enthusiastic cousin.
She discreetly scooted just a bit closer, hoping to catch remnants of their conversation. Garreth seemed to be talking about another one of his new potion ideas, though she mostly tuned it out as she realized she’d heard about this one (many times) before. She found her attention focused on the dark-haired boy; with his cool air, stone-straight posture, and completely lack of expression.
What was most compelling of all was the intensity she found in his eyes. Those oceanic eyes that seemed to communicate more than the many things Garreth rattled on about.
Suddenly, she watched as the corners of his eyes crinkled as his mouth, which she had thought was permanently sealed shut, curled into a hyena-like grin.
Her heart caught in her throat. What-?
She found herself looking away, a strange sort of feeling washing over her and disrupting her normally sharp mental process. What on earth….? Why had that affected her so much?
After pulling whatever-that-was together, she turned back; only to find the grin entirely gone as though wiped clean off a slate. His poker face was back as though it had never left. The jarring dichotomy stirred an emotion she didn’t feel often: surprise. Which only surpsied her even more.
Normally she was the one who surprised people.
The bell rang and Garreth snapped out of his rambling. “Oh, bollocks, I forgot about class!” He quickly packed up his things and began to hurry down the steps, calling, “see you later, Orpheus!” Garreth also finally seemed to notice her there as he added, “Oh- and bye, cousin!”
Orpheus turned to her, his eyes, which looked even sharper up close, locking onto hers. She felt her heart do a weird sort of stutter. “Uh-“ After a weird second, her usual wide grin came to her face automatically. “Hi! Orpheus, right?”
Ohhh no, what’s going on???! What happened to her usual one-liners she normally so expertly pulled on cute guys?! Oh god, he’s looking at me. Ugh, his eyes are so hot….I can’t focus like this!!!
“Sexy eyes,” she blurted out, and mentally smacked herself. Sexy eyes??? SEXY EYES?! For Merlin’s sake, Jocelyn- not even a minute within talking to him and he already knows what a freak you are!!!
He gives no visible reaction at first. Then he simply says, “thanks,” and walks into the classroom.
….shit. She blew it.
Wait. No she didn’t!! She realizes with glee that he had just entered the same class she’d be going in. She’s sit next to him, and win her over with her usual charm! Something much more tasteful this time, she’d be sure!
Her lips curled into their mischievous grin as she struts inside. Oh yes. Her eyes were set on Orpheus Kerr, and no matter how stoic he acted, no one could resist Jocie Bell for long. She’d surely have him by the end of the week. She giggles to herself, already making her way to the seat next to his.
The spicy version of my oneshot 'Crossed Wands.' Some parts are the same, most of it is changed to make it NSFW. Written for the OHL discord server NSFW event: The Truman Show.
[AO3/Wattpad]
ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+, NSFW, MINORS DNI
Tags: Exhibitionism (sort of), public sex, unprotected p in v sex, disregard for period-accurate undergarments because I just don't care, Sebastian made me break my rule which is unsurprising, Sebastian no longer has blue balls (if you read my oneshot 'Nut Cracked', you know), Silencing charm? What's that?
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“You’re doing it wrong.”
Sebastian grinned as Elsie let out a huff and cast the spell at the dummy again, earning her another disappointed tut.
“You’re still doing it wrong.”
She threw her arms up in exasperation. “Just because you repeat yourself doesn’t mean I can figure out what it is I’m doing wrong!”
Sebastian laughed as the Ravenclaw girl scrunched up her face — one of his favorite expressions she wore. Somehow, she managed to make frustration look incredibly adorable. “Your casting looks like you memorized your form from a textbook.”
“Maybe,” she clicked her tongue at him, “that’s because I did memorize my form from a textbook.”
That didn’t come as a surprise to him. Elsie was constantly working on improving her skill set, whether by absorbing information from a book or studying someone else's techniques. It was as if once she had been given the task of "catching up to the other students her year", she didn't quite know how to stop.
"Your wand is an extension of you," he said, demonstrating a more fluid movement, then gently grabbing her arms and guiding her the same way. She had rolled up her sleeves after complaining that she was too hot from all the practicing she had been doing, and the sight of the loosened buttons on her collar along with the feel of the bare skin of her arms were a bit distracting to him. He forced himself to stay focused on the mechanics of spell-casting instead. "Think of it as a dance — one move drifts into the next."
"Are you insinuating you're a good dancer?" Her face was still scrunched, but he saw her eyes flicker tauntingly, and he was tempted to say fuck it and whisk her away to a hidden corridor.
Instead, he smirked at her, and he didn't miss the gooseflesh that prickled on her arm as he brushed his fingertips along it before he reluctantly pulled away. If only she wasn't so adamant about practicing.
"I can't go around telling you all my secrets, now, can I?" he teased. She responded with an amused snort.
"Alright," she sighed, raising her wand at the dummy again. "Once more."
It was the hundredth time she had said it, but Sebastian knew better than to insist that she take a break. She was stubborn, he had learned early on, and she wouldn't quit until she was confident she'd gotten it right. He took a step back to give her the appropriate amount of space to cast her spell.
He watched from the unfortunately respectable distance as Elsie took in a deep breath and pursed her luscious, pink lips in concentration, and all he could think about was that there were a million other things he'd rather she be doing with them instead. Had she not been so persistent in asking him to teach her his dueling techniques, he would have suggested a better way they could make use of their spare time.
His lascivious thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her spell striking the dummy dead center, knocking it backward and slamming it against the far wall. Her face lit up in a wide grin.
"I did it!" Elsie bounced on her toes excitedly and spun in place as she congratulated herself on a job well done. Sebastian thought he may have heard her rambling about how she told him so and something else about practice making perfect, but he couldn't pick out most of what she was saying as his mind wandered once again.
She hardly ever showed excitement like this — completely unrestrained elation that she only ever allowed a select few to see. He should be so honored to be at the top of that list, witnessing a side of her that she kept hidden away for rare moments such as these. The sight of her unbridled joy simultaneously sent a surge of affection and a rush of arousal through him.
So, he did the only thing that seemed logical and grabbed her arm mid-twirl, pulling her body flush against his and cutting off her chatter as he hungrily pressed his lips to hers.
He didn't fully realize or care about what he was doing or who could be watching as he ran his hands along her sides before wrapping his arms fully around her waist, desperate to feel every soft curve of hers against him. One hand found the hem of her blouse, the other threaded in her hair as he groaned against her mouth. He nipped at her lower lip, which elicited a soft whimper from her; or perhaps a half-hearted protest — he wasn't certain. It only served to fuel him further as he tugged the material free from her skirt and lightly skimmed the warm, silky flesh beneath it.
“I want you.”
“Sebastian,” she managed, her voice breathy and pleading — a stark contrast to the bubbly attitude she had exhibited only moments ago, “not here…”
Without breaking away from her, he guided both of them to the nearby storage room, his heart pounding with the thrill of potentially getting caught and wanting to take her immediately. Pressing his back against the door, he turned the handle and pulled her inside the small space, his lips never straying too far from hers before closing it behind them again.
The room held a small array of what could be considered junk—covered statues and other centuries-old nonsense that no one could be bothered with — but it wasn’t completely isolated. Two small, slitted windows along one wall opened up to the Clock Tower courtyard. If anyone was to pass by, they would easily see and hear everything.
It wasn’t relevant information to him. All he knew was that Elsie was wrapped around him, and he needed to have her now.
“Sebastian!” she whisper-scolded him as he greedily nibbled his way down her neck. “This isn’t — what if someone— ”
“Guess you’ll have to be quiet, then,” he murmured. He traced his tongue along the column of her throat, grinning as he earned a submissive whimper from her. Too easy. She may act proper and modest in public, but he knew exactly how to make her melt for him.
He proceeded to pick up where he had left off, slipping a hand underneath her blouse and pulling her flush against him. He ground his hips against her, letting her know exactly how needy he felt — how much her enthusiasm and deft spell-work had truly affected him.
Fumbling with the buttons on her blouse, he gave a soft chuckle when she let out a gasp at the feel of him. “You’re already so — bloody hell, does dueling practice always make you so— ” A soft moan slipped past her lips as he kissed along the curve of her breast, tugging her blouse lower and pausing to swirl his tongue around her one exposed nipple.
“Only for you,” he smirked and resumed his ministrations as he hiked her skirt up past her thigh, high enough that he could slip his hand underneath. He didn’t bother with teasing — clandestine meetings like this were meant to be fast, hot, and heavy, and Sebastian knew there would be plenty of time to take her slowly later if he wanted to. And oh, would he want to. He pushed her undergarments to the side and ran his fingers along her slit, groaning satisfactorily against her breast when he was easily able to slip a digit inside.
Elsie sighed and threw her head back, grinding herself against his hand as he worked away at her. His thumb circled her clit, and he lifted his head to watch her face — flushed and wanton, lips slightly parted, desperate for him. He curled his fingers inside of her and grinned as she responded by bucking her hips roughly and digging her nails into his biceps.
“That’s it, my lovely girl,” he said softly, leaning forward to brush kisses along her neck and jaw. She reached up to thread her fingers in his hair, tugging gently as she held on tightly while the rest of her body turned to jelly under his touch. “So beautiful.”
He used his other hand to free himself from his trousers and stroked his already thick and throbbing erection — if they were going to make this quick, he wasn’t going to let her cum until it was around his cock. He let out a small laugh as she whined when his fingers ceased their pumping, though he hardly allowed a second to pass before he settled himself between her legs.
“What is it you want?” He asked quietly, not that he was particularly concerned if anyone should hear them. “You want me to fuck you thoroughly, right here?”
“Yes,” she groaned raggedly, “please.”
He grazed his teeth along her earlobe. “Still afraid someone will hear?”
“I don’t care.” She arched against him, pushing the head of his cock into her slick heat. “I — please. I need you. I need you to — to— ”
“To…?” He lazily traced circles along her pulse point with his tongue, teasing himself equally as much as he was teasing her. His self-control was limited when it came to Elsie, but if it meant spending an extra moment to get her to say what he really wanted to hear, he would make himself wait.
“Fuck me.”
Thankfully, she didn’t make him wait long.
At her request, he buried himself to the hilt inside of her, biting back his own whimpers as he did. Elsie was pressed against the covered statue, her hands raised behind her head, both to support herself and to take him deeper. His eyes grazed over her exposed breasts, memorizing each marking and freckle on her before meeting her desperate gaze.
“Fuck— ” he gasped, “never gets — fuck — never get — tired of that— ”
He hooked a hand around her thigh and brought her leg up and around him, angling himself to hit just the right spot as he moved roughly against her, too frenzied already to slow down. He pulled back only slightly to look at her, her eyes heavy-lidded as she bit her lip, trying to hold back even as her moans and sighs slipped out. Fuck, how he loved hearing the little noises she made.
He rolled his hips against hers, and her hands flew up to cover her mouth as she cried out behind them. Sebastian grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head.
“No,” he growled. “I want — need to hear you— ”
“But— ”
His lips crashed against hers messily, silencing any argument she might have had, and he moved steadily against her in long, languid thrusts. He tucked his head in the crook of her neck, breathing her in, one hand still holding her wrists, the other slipping between them right to her core.
“I — don’t — care,” he said, snapping his hips to the rhythm of each word for emphasis. “Let them hear — let them — fuck — let everyone know how — how I— ” He let out another long groan against her shoulder. “— make you come undone.”
It started to become too much for him, his words eliciting as much of a response from himself as it did from Elsie. She reacted emphatically by letting out a cry that echoed in the small chamber they were hidden away in. Sebastian felt a surge of pride that, had anyone been nearby, they would have known that he was the one who was bringing those sounds from her — the only one who could. No one else.
“There’s a — good girl,” he murmured his praises as his fingers circled her center in tandem with his quickening movements, and he nearly laughed with joy as he felt her tighten around him. As desperate as he was to chase his completion, the thrill it gave him to watch her reach her peak was more addicting than that of any spell book in the Restricted Section.
This was tangible and real and perfect. Because she was his, and she wanted him, too.
“Sebastian!” She squealed, and his heart swelled in his chest at the sound of his name on her lips.
“There you go, sweetheart,” he moaned, his words turning breathy as he, too, began to near his climax. “Don’t — don’t hold back— ”
At his command, Elsie arched into him one last time and gave herself completely to the moment of pure ecstasy. Skin slapped against skin, his rhythm turned jagged, and he found himself unable to hold back any longer, groaning as his release tumbled quickly after hers. Their bodies trembled from the aftershocks, her leg still wrapped around his waist, their breaths mingling as they panted against one another.
After a moment, Sebastian tilted his head slightly, pushing the hair away from her sweat-slicked forehead. He smiled down at her, his legs feeling weak as they basked in the afterglow of their union. “Perfect, as always.”
Her eyes fluttered open and she looked at him, bliss-faced and grinning. “As perfect as my dueling?”
“Hm…” He hummed as he traced the freckles along her pinkened cheeks with the tip of his nose. “Dunno. Perhaps more practice is in order.”
“Oh, really?” Her grin widened. “I suppose we’ll have to— ”
To their utter misfortune, the door to the storage room burst open. Poor Charlotte Morrison, looking for an extra practice dummy for Crossed Wands, quickly averted her gaze from the still intertwined couple tucked in the corner.
“MERLIN’S HAIRY PLONKER!”
Elsie and Sebastian jolted apart from each other, turning away from the quickly gathering curious stares at Charlotte’s exclamation. Sebastian fumbled with his trousers while Elsie yanked her skirt down and quickly did up the buttons on her shirt.
“What in bloody blazes is going on?” They heard Lucan Brattleby shout from outside the room. “Are those two snogging in there again?!”
“Not just snogging,” Charlotte muttered, pointedly avoiding looking at either of them, “Shagging is more like it.”
Sebastian couldn’t help the smarmy grin that grew on his face at the chorus of grumbled irritation. He wrapped his arm around a still-disheveled, red-faced Elsie and led her out of the room.
“No need to be jealous,” he snarked. “After all, when two people care about each other very much — oof!”
He was cut off by his girlfriend’s aggressive elbow to his ribcage.
“Need I remind you,” Lucan gritted his teeth, “that the Clock Tower is meant for dueling practice. Not — whatever it is you two were doing!”
Sebastian only offered a light smirk at the scandalized glances of the other Crossed Wands members.
"R-right, sorry, Lucan," Elsie muttered, flustered. Sebastian couldn't stop feeling a sense of pride at her disheveled appearance, her usual elegant plait in disarray, her lips swollen, bruises along her neck, and her blouse crumpled and crooked, knowing that he had been the cause of it. "Sebastian was just— "
Lucan held up a hand, cutting her off, his face going red as he tried to ignore whatever it was that he and the group had walked in on. "I have the next match set up, so if you two are quite finished here, I'd like to get started."
"Actually," Sebastian pushed his curled locks from his face as he glanced at Elsie, "we're going to continue our...practice session elsewhere. But thanks for the offer."
He took her hand and ran out of the Clock Tower, his roguish laughter echoing in the corridors at her mortified expression and the cacophony of gagging and groaned complaints far behind them. He expected an earful from her once they were alone, but he wasn't concerned — he knew how to tame her.
I don't know. This was in my brain so I needed to write it. Mc can be seen as any gender and any house but Slytherin (only because they would have spoken before if MC was Slytherin)
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You'd never thought about falling in love.
Never thought about the feelings that would arise with an attraction so instantaneous and deep.
And besides, who falls in love while being yelled at by someone you'd seen but never spoken too?
And yet you remember that day so vividly.
Walking out of the Undercroft after chatting with Sebastian. A pale face swiftly moving towards you. His head tilted as he heard the door to the Undercroft open and close. Followed by footsteps that didn't match that of his dearest friend.
The angry look on his face and in his eyes. The threat in his tone. His spoiled words of privilege while saying he'd use his father to get you expelled.
All of that was in the furthest part of your brain.
You were captivated by his eyes. Though blind, the orbs were like starlight. Yet sucked you in like a dangerous whirlpool in the black lake.
It had taken you a moment to try and speak. Wanting to cover for you new friend Sebastian. Yet also wanting this pale boy in front of you to like you too.
Of course he didn't. Not when you'd just come out of his comfort place.
Nonetheless, you stood there, staring as he scolded you. You doubted there was ever a time in your life where you had felt grateful that a person was blind. As blood rushed and flooded your cheeks into a deep blush. And your eyes shamelessly flitted between his eyes and lips.
You worried for a moment he would be able to hear your heart as it thrummed so hard you could hear it in your own ears.
And as he walked past you to go scold Sebastian, you had to force yourself to stop your legs from following after him. Not yet wanting to be rid of his princely presence.
When the Undercroft doors closed, you lifted a hand to your pounding heart. "I think I'm in love."
Summary: MC and Sebastian are visiting the Shrieking Shack in Hogsmeade which will teach MC what it means to be scared. Sebastian gets MC out and take her to a save place.
Warning: angst
Format: One-Shot
Note: still learning to write - be patient and gentle 😩😂🖤
(hc) - MCs haircolor
(ec) - MCs eye color
(House) - MCs Hogwarts house
A soft rustling of the leaves, the gentle whistling of the wind, the calming crackling of the branches in the air current.
It was autumn in Scotland and Hogwarts Castle was surrounded by the most beautiful reds and oranges of the falling leaves. The air was getting colder, the atmosphere warmer. Pumpkins with different faces and filled with candles had been standing everywhere for a few days, illuminating the gardens, the courtyards and the main hall. Halloween was getting closer and closer. What was popular with the students at Halloween - Hogsmeade. Honey Duke's was a hugely popular destination at this time of year. Students would buy loads of sweets, arrange to meet in their common rooms in the evenings and tell scary stories around the fireplace or sneak around the castle at night. Others used this time of year to visit a very special place near Hogsmeade - The shrieking shack.
That was Sebastian Sallow's plan too this year. A young wizard from the seventh year. Strongly built, brown, tousled short hair. Hazel brown eyes. His face and neck kissed by the sun, which left soft freckles on his skin. With long strides he walked to the great hall with one goal - MC.
MC and he had been close friends since fifth grade. That was when she came to Hogwarts. He had liked her from the first moment she had beaten him in a duel in DADA. He had been enthralled by her. This enthusiasm developed into an intimate friendship.
Arriving in the great hall, he looked around and spotted her sitting at her house table. Her (hc) hair fell in gentle draughts over her shoulders. Her (ec) eyes were fixated on a book she was reading. With a smirk, Sebastian walked towards her.
"Hey, MC! Aren't you getting tired of this dull book? How about a real adventure after a long time?", Sebastian asked her while sitting down and taking the book from her. Bored and with a feigned look of disgust, he flipped through the book. MC rolled her eyes. "An adventure...? Can't mean anything good coming from you," MC said with a smirk. "You and I... go to Hogsmeade and visit the shrieking Shack. What do you say? Appropriate for Halloween?" came from Sebastian. MC just sighed in amusement. "Those are all just rumours... that house isn't cursed," came from her and amused, she shook her head. "If it's not cursed, then why not leave in the first place?", Sebastian teased further after closing the book she had been reading earlier. MC hesitated a little. "Fine... if you really want to," she spoke timidly. "Scared?" the Slytherin retorted. Briefly, MC blushed and avoided his gaze. "Pah. Definitely not," she spoke and gave a short snort, which made Sebastian laugh. "Fine... get your things. I'll meet you outside in twenty minutes," with those words Sebastian stood up and left MC alone.
Twenty minutes later on the dot, MC left the castle. She was wearing a jumper in her house colour, along with black leggings and dark boots. Around her neck she had tied a scarf, also in her house colours. She looked around briefly when she saw Sebastian. Wearing a grey cloak and a Slytherin scarf. "Sebastian," she exclaimed. Said person turned and smiled gently. "Shall we?" he inquired again. After an affirmative nod from MC, the two set off.
Arriving at the shrieking shack, the pleasant, harmonious mood of the surroundings suddenly changed. Bare, black trees adorned the path, the bushes sprawled over the road. Ravens sat on the signposts and crowed their cruel sounding songs. Every now and then there was a rustling in the branches, the crooked house didn't seem to be getting any closer.
"Creepy, isn't it?", Sebastian interrupted the silence between them with a cheeky grin. From his expression, he actually felt quite at home here. MC, on the other hand, noticed how she was getting more shaky inside. However, she tried to hide it from her best friend as best she could. She couldn't admit that she was getting nervous. Not after she had made such a big claim that this place wasn't haunted.
Her reaction elicited only a soft laugh from Sebastian. "Don't worry. Nothing will happen to you. I'm with you, after all, protecting you from the evil, evil spirits," he spoke arrogantly. However, for the sole purpose of reassuring MC. To make her laugh. And it actually elicited a response from her. "I'm not scared," she spoke, poking the Slytherin in the side, whereupon he laughed softly again. "It's alright, if the brave one (house) says so..." he quipped. MC rolled her eyes, smiling only slightly.
Arriving at the front door step, her smile disappeared again. Her eyes darted up the front of the house. Ivy vines grew up the wall, the rotten wooden shutters rattled and banged open and shut again and again. The dirty windows shook in the wind. A low howling could be heard and holes in the roof left the house unprotected from all of nature's powers.
"We don't have to go in. If you want to turn back, we will.... I can buy you a butterbeer," came from Sebastian after watching MC closely. The young woman, however, looked briefly at Sebastian. She didn't want to freak out and leave. They were here now. Then they should go in too. Without thinking twice, MC opened the heavy, creaking door.
Inside the house it was dark. Cobwebs hung in every corner. The smell of rotting wood was in the air. Slowly the two went inside. The furniture was dusty, the walls tarnished and scratched, as if a wild animal had run through the halls of the house. "Lumos," spoke Sebastian, who had drawn his wand. A bright light illuminated the entrance hall of the house and the two of them got a better view of the surroundings. Crooked pictures on the wall, some had fallen down and broken. The wooden floorboards were already grey from the dust. The two took their time and looked around.
Then a loud howling sounded. So loud and so shrill that it sounded like a woman's shrill scream. MC flinched and instinctively grabbed Sebastian's arm. Her gaze was fixed on the ceiling. Sounds that sounded like footsteps could be heard. "Hey.... All good... the holes in the roof.... And presumably the broken windows.... Are providing a vacuum that's causing that howling. There's nothing ghostly there," Sebastian's voice was soft and calm. Slowly he released his arm from her grasp and put it around her shoulders instead. He noticed how quickly her shoulders rose and fell. How she trembled.
After a moment, MC calmed down, swallowed once and took a deep breath. "Of course.... I know," she said dryly. Sebastian smirked. "Do you still want to go further?" asked Sebastian gently now. The young woman looked up at her best friend, then nodded. "Of course," came from her. She knew Sebastian. If she wanted to leave now, he would tease her about it again and again. So now she had to go through it too.
Sebastian went ahead, climbed the steep and crooked wooden stairs. The banisters could no longer be trusted - they wobbled with every step and the wooden boards of the stairs creaked suspiciously under his steps. Slowly and carefully, MC followed him. For a brief moment she had the feeling that someone was behind her. An icy breeze brushed the back of her neck, causing her to turn around with a jerk. There was no one behind her and yet she had sworn that someone had been there.
"What's wrong?" asked Sebastian, who had arrived at the head of the stairs. "Nothing... I just thought there was..... hmh.... Never mind," MC muttered. The moment she turned to take the next step, her foot broke through the stairs and she fell. A scream escaped her throat as she broke through the rotten stairs. But before she could fall any lower, two strong hands held her arm.
"I've got you, don't look down!" exclaimed Sebastian, who stopped her from falling with a firm grip. Panic rose in MC. "Sebastian please!!! In Merlin's name, don't let go of me!" she screamed in panic. It was laborious not to let MC fall. Still, the Slytherin mustered all the strength he had in him and pulled MC up to him. As soon as he had pulled her up to him, Sebastian fell backwards onto the dusty wooden floor, dragging the young woman with him, whereupon she landed on his chest. She was now shaking and crying. Immediately Sebastian wrapped his arms around her, holding her safe and close, stroking her hair soothingly. "Shhht.... It's all right, you're safe with me..." he whispered softly.
MCs crying broke his heart. In all the years he had known her now, he had never once seen her cry like this. He felt her fingers digging into his coat and her body only trembled more. "Sebastian.... I-I....," she tried to speak between her sobs and crying, however her tears stifled any following words. Sebastian looked around for a moment. "It's okay.... I'll get you out of here, alright?" he whispered calmly and blew a quick kiss on her hair.
Again there was an ominous howl in the house, to which MC only nodded eagerly. She froze, unable to move nor did a single syllable leave her throat. "Okay watch out.... I'll get you out safely... do you trust me?" whispered Sebastian as he slowly sat up with MC. The young woman just nodded and tried to stop her tears - to no avail. Sebastian smiled softly and gently stroked her cheek with the back of his hand, dispelling the falling tears. "Then close your eyes and don't open them again until I tell you to, will you?" as he said this he pulled out his scarf in soft white and green. MC looked up at him in tears and confusion at the same time. Then she nodded slowly.
With her silent consent, Sebastian covered her eyes and ears with his scarf to make sure she didn't see anything or hear any more of that horrible scream-like howl. After making sure she could still hear him and only him, he stood up and knelt with his back to her. "Okay. Come a little closer to me and hold on tight.... Not that you'll fall off me again," came a little jokingly from the brown-haired one. However, his expression became more serious again when he realised how much MC was trembling. And how wildly her heart was beating in her chest.
MC put her arms around Sebastian's neck and was carried piggyback by him. With one hand under her legs, he carried her on his back. With the other hand he lit his way with Lumos. The staircase was still there, but it no longer looked quite stable due to the two steps that had broken away. It was worth a try, however. "Reparo," Sebastian spoke and the stairs magically reassembled. If the stairs had collapsed under his and then MC's weight, he had to be extra careful now. Slowly he took a step down the first flight of stairs. It held. Cautiously he walked on. Again and again the wind howled through the crevices in the walls and the broken windows. Another step. The stairs creaked loudly and MC's body tensed on his back. "Seb..." she whispered in panic. Sebastian tried to take a breath. "Do you remember herbology last week? Where Leander got bitten by that plant? I heard he's been picking branches and leaves out of his hair ever since. Garreth himself said that a lawnmower will be needed soon," came amused from Sebastian. MC was confused and just pressed more against his back. "Seb...", came from her again. "Hey, MC.... what do you want to do after graduation?", he asked. "What?" she retorted. "Tell me what you want to do after school?" he asked as he took another step towards the stairs. Again, a strong squeak and howl of the wood. "I-I... I want to be in London.... To be posted as an Auror," MC spoke. "Auror then, huh? Maybe we'll be partners...." Sebastian replied with a smile, ignoring the sweat on his forehead.
"Yeah maybe..." the young woman at his back replied with a slight smile. Overcoming the problematic stairs and shortly after regaining solid ground under his feet, Sebastian walked calmly towards the exit. The moon stood bright in the dark, starry sky. The cold October air enveloped the two of them. "Are.... Are we out?", MC inquired uncertainly. "Yes... but I'm still taking you out of here... just relax, MC, and trust me..." came softly from Sebastian. MC was unsure, however, she just nodded. After a short while, and the further they got from the hut, her body relaxed.
Soon Sebastian came to a stop and let MC off his back. "So... we're there," came from him. "There? Where is there?", MC wanted to know. "In a place I've wanted to show you for a while," with these words Sebastian slowly pulled the scarf from her eyes. After a moment, the young woman opened her eyes. When she opened them, she saw a lake covered with the red and orange leaves of the surrounding trees. A lake in which the starry sky was reflected. MC was just speechless for a moment. "Seb this is..." she whispered, "Brilliant? Fantastic? The best thing you've ever seen?", Sebastian anticipated her with a grin. MC smiled a little. "Beautiful..." came from her. Then she looked up at Sebastian. Her eyes reflected the starlight. All fear was gone from her face. "I'm glad you like it, darling..." came from him. A slight hint of blush rose to his face as he realised that he just called her darling. MC noticed it and smiled softly. "you said.... You wanted to show me this place? So you knew the place before?" she inquired softly and sat down on a bench near the lakeshore. Sebastian followed her and sat down next to her. "Well... yes. I discovered the place here while exploring Hogsmeade, just before Ominis and I went back to the castle... The lake was filled with stars and... the sight of it made me think directly of you," he spoke softly, his gaze falling forlornly on the lake. "Of me?" the young student repeated. Sebastian nodded and a slight smile crept onto his lips. "To you.... To your smile... and especially to your eyes. They have... the same sparkle as the stars on the horizon and in the reflection," Sebastian whispered. MC's heart beat faster and her cheeks also turned red now.
There was a short silence.
"I'm sorry I forced you into it... I shouldn't have talked you into it in the first place," his apology sounded sincere and full of remorse. "I was really scared for you.... I swear to you I'll never do anything like that to you again..." he added, looking at her seriously for a moment. MC returned his gaze and smiled gently. "Don't be sorry... I loved being there with you... you saved my life... and showed me this beautiful place here.... I don't regret going there with you Sebastian," slowly and gently MC took Sebastian's hand and held it securely in hers. The brown-haired man looked at the young woman for a moment, uncertain and embarrassed. Then he sighed. "MC.... I" - "I know... me too...." she whispered. Sebastian looked at her for a moment, sighed and slowly pulled her close. "I will protect you at all costs...I promise," he whispered with certain emphasis as he gently lifted her chin and looked deep into her bright eyes. After a brief moment, a brief, uncertain hesitation, Sebastian sealed this promise with a gentle kiss on her soft lips in which he poured all his love.
On a bench on an October night, mutual love warmed the hearts of two souls.
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This one will get also uploaded on my Wattpad in a whole OS collection 🖤
Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, characters are 18+, explicit sexual content, car/semi-public sex, dirty talk/praise, unprotected sex
A/N: It’s been a minute! And yes, I know the meaning of Cherry Wine and that it’s not a love song. But just hear me out pleeeeease
Summary: Sebastian bought you tickets to see Hozier together months ago. But between the opening chords of “Like Real People Do” and the last notes of “Cherry Wine”, the night becomes more than you imagined.
You stared at yourself in the mirror as you were nearly finished getting ready. You sprayed your face with setting spray, lightly misting over your freshly done makeup, before gently swiping over your favorite shade of lipstick across your lips.
Your longtime boyfriend, Sebastian, purchased the two of you tickets to see Hozier for your birthday a few months ago and the concert was finally tonight.
You laced up your Doc Martens over your sheer black panty hose right as he knocked on your bedroom door. Through the door you could hear him begin speaking.
”Hey, are you almost—“ but then the door was open and he looked taken aback.
”Is it too much?” You asked, spinning around once, letting your short dress bounce around above your knees.
”You look…wow.” Was all he could get out.
”It’s too much isn’t it?” you breathed out, looking at yourself again in the full length mirror sitting against the wall. “I have time to change.”
”Baby…” he started as he walked up behind you. “You look perfect. If he saw you, he’d write a song about you.”
Your cheeks burned crimson as he leaned over and pressed a kiss to your hot cheeks. “Oh hush,” you replied.
Sebastian was never shy with the compliments and somehow, each day they became more and more creative and always caused butterflies to swarm around in the cage of your belly.
“Okay I think I’m almost ready. I need one last thing.”
You dug around in your closet until you found it. “It” being Sebastian’s denim jacket you oh so adored. It fit you in a perfectly oversized way and it smelled like him. All sandalwood and cedar with a hint of clean soap.
As you tugged it on, it was his turn to have his cheeks turn pink.
”You look better in that than I do.”
He took your hand in his warm and enveloping one and walked you to the front door before grabbing his keys off the hook.
He drove an old beater you always made fun of, but deep down you knew you would be sad if he ever sold it. It carried too many memories in it, from the first time he picked you up to him helping you move in, and you were nostalgic like that.
Sebastian led you down the steps of your shared apartment all the way down to where his car waited for you parked on the curb. He opened the door for you and ushered you inside before buckling your seatbelt and planting a kiss to your lips.
”You're spoiling me,” you teased.
”Spoiling you is my job, sweetheart,” he replied and gently shut the door.
The venue was a far drive from where you lived—about forty-five minutes, but with traffic for the concert you were expecting at least another half hour.
You turned the old radio up, too old to have bluetooth, and scrolled through stations until you found one that wasn’t full of static. Sebastian always let you have music control, though control was a loose term seeing as there weren't many options.
Sebastian’s hand then found its home against your clothed thigh, rubbing small circles with his thumb against your thinly-covered skin.
”Did you look at the setlist?” He asked.
”No, I wanted to be surprised. But I am at least hoping for ‘Like Real People Do’. It’s our song,” you said.
He looked over at you and even in the dark of the car, you could see his charming smile. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight.
He turned the volume up on the radio and you sat back against the plush, velvety seat and stared out the window as suburbs turned into city lights and skyscrapers.
But Sebastian’s hand never strayed from your thigh. You placed your hand over it and began making shapes of your own against his skin. Hearts and circles, even a slow “I love you” were traced delicately across his hand with your pointer finger.
As the venue lights bloomed ahead like flowers in spring, you intertwined your fingers with his and slid them further into your lap.
”If he plays our song, will you dance with me? Even if it’s just swaying like trees?”
He lifted your joint hands to his lips and pressed sweet kisses over your knuckles. “Always, sweetheart.”
He pulled the car into the large lot already filled with cars and miraculously found a decent open spot. When he killed the engine, you sat for a beat listening as the engine cooled. He turned to you and looked in awe.
”You are so beautiful,” he cooed earnestly.
You leaned across the armrest in the middle and found his lips with yours.
“Let’s go, Sallow, before you make me cry before Hozier does.”
He huffed a small laugh and opened his door before rounding the car and opening yours. He helped you out until your boots met the pavement, slick with rain from earlier.
You joined the line of people curling toward the venue. Sebastian kept you tucked under his arm in the cool of the evening. Though his jacket wrapped loosely around you would’ve been warm enough, you didn’t mind the extra heat of his body around yours.
Inside, you were already buzzing, squeezing onto his hand in anticipation as you waited in the queue to find your seats.
Row by row you walked until you found your number.
”Want anything, baby? Water? Food?” Sebastian asked, once you were sitting down.
”Just a water please,” you replied.
He left you alone to sit in pure amusement at how good your seats were. They weren’t front row by any means, but they were still great seats. Hozier wasn’t going to look like a tiny bug.
When Sebastian returned, he had one water and a clear cup of amber beer foaming at the top like a snowy mountain peak.
The opener, someone you had never heard of, walked on the stage with quiet cheers. You stood next to Sebastian with your head on his shoulder as the opener played their set, quietly tapping your foot along to the beat.
It felt like as quickly as the opener came on she was done with a small bow and loud claps.
After a few silent moments, the house lights fell again, only illuminating the stage with a single spotlight.
Thousands of breaths were held at once as you all waited for Hozier to walk on.
And when he did, guitar in hand, the crowd turned to thunder.
You bumped your shoulder into Sebastian, another small “thank you” after the dozens you had already given him.
He started slowly, strumming lightly and bringing everyone together. It was calming and peaceful, in the sea of the crowd.
Sebastian stood beside you, anchoring you when the noise became too loud, holding you steady.
”Jackie and Wilson” was lively causing you to move on your toes in the small space around you.
When “Would that I” played, you danced around even more—the song made it hard not to. You sang every word like your life depended on it.
Sebastian watched you, completely mesmerized by you and your delicate twirling.
When the song was over, Sebastian wrapped his arms around you from behind to hold you. “I could watch you all day, sweetheart,” he said, and meant it.
And then the beginning strums of “Like Real People Do” rang out. You recognized the melody immediately and felt a ping in your chest. You turned to Sebastian with a beam across your face.
”He’s playing our song,” you said.
He leaned forward and kissed your forehead in a slow and sweet peck.
You faced forward again and listened as Hozier sang out the first lines.
Sebastian’s arms had never left their place around your waist from behind, but his chest was now pressed firmly to your back. “I promised you a dance. Let’s sway like trees.” He laughed into your hair.
You two began swaying side to side, letting your bodies move to the gentle beat.
You lost yourself in the music, reminiscing on everything that had transpired between you and Sebastian that had led up to that very moment. Every kiss, every fight. And then he pulled you back down from outer space.
It started with a hum, deep in his chest that sounded against you, until words started to form.
”Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips. We should just kiss like real people do,” he sang sweetly into your ear. Electricity shot through your chest like your ribs were made of metal.
Your swaying continued, no performance or orchestration needed as you just felt the music and let it move you together. Your hand found his around your waist and you intertwined your fingers through his.
When Hozier sang the last line of the song and the guitar strum rang out through the arena like an echo, you looked up at Sebastian who was already looking down at you. He leaned over and pressed another kiss to your forehead.
The rest of the concert went by with a blur. Nothing could compare to the small dance with your boyfriend you shared.
The concert ended the way they always did, a feeling of emptiness in your stomach like you can’t believe what you just experienced was real like, but it was. Wishing you could relive it over and over again.
The big lights blinked on in a rush, illuminating the crowd like a new day.
You didn’t rush out right away. He let you sit for a moment, soaking it all in like a fresh sponge. You nearly forgot you had to leave until you were one of the last people left.
”You ready baby?” He asked, still not rushing you.
But you were ready, despite wishing it was the beginning of the night and not the end. He wrapped your hand in his and walked you out of the arena, knowing you’d be talking about this night for months if not years.
You let the tide of the leftover people carry you out into the still damp night, smelling the pavement. You rested your head on his shoulder as he hummed “Like Real People Do” all the way to the now empty car lot.
Your hair moved across your clothed shoulder as you buckled your seatbelt and readied for the car ride home.
But after Sebastian started to car up, he didn’t pull out right away. Instead he stared at you like you placed the moon and stars in the sky above you.
“Hi,” you breathed with a chuckle.
”Hi, baby,” he replied, still drunk on you.
Your hand began tracing his jaw, tugging him towards you.
The first kiss was sweet and soft, like the night you had just shared. But then with his lips still on yours, he turned his head sideways to deepen it. He used a hand to unbuckle your seatbelt, pulling you even closer across the seat. The only thing that separated you was the arm rest sitting between you.
His thumb brushed across your cheek as his mouth moved passionately against yours and the air around you thickened with heat.
You sighed once on his lips which was enough for him to open his mouth, allowing his tongue to swipe across your bottom lip, begging for entrance.
His hair was soft around your fingertips as you tugged softly at the root. Sebastian groaned, low and wrecked, trying to pull you even closer. His hand skimmed your waist and scrunched up the fabric of your dress as the kiss turned hungrier.
You pulled away once, only to catch your breath. Your forehead found its way to his as you breathed in the same air. “Sebastian,” you whispered.
He kissed you again, muttering into your mouth. “Sweetheart.”
You pulled back enough to look at him again. The rain outside beat down on the car to the drum of your heart. “Backseat,” you pleaded. His eyes were dark and lips wet and swollen.
He smirked and pulled you in once more for another kiss, not ever getting enough of you. “Are you sure?”
You looked around and there were no other cars around and the parking garage lights were low. “I-I need you.”
He exhaled hard, almost a laugh, almost a groan, before kissing you a final time before opening his door up. You watched as he rounded the car and opened your door with a hand extended. “Come on, baby.”
Your heart lept as you took it and let him lead you the short distance to the backseat.
He slid in first, all the way to the window and you slid in next across the seat.
It was silent at first as neither of you moved, only looking at each other across the car in darkness. Nothing keeping you apart anymore.
And then his lips crashed onto yours in a starving, needy kiss.
The seat creaked below you as you made your way onto his lap.
His hands roamed your body like it was the first time and he was discovering something entirely new to him.
At the same time, you heard the radio station start the next song. The delicate notes of “Cherry Wine” began. Hozier’s voice joined in not long after.
During the first verse, your jacket slowly came off and fell to the floor, so he could trace his fingers across your bare skin. The feeling of the feather-light tracing sent shivers down your spine.
His lips then found the slope of your neck. He kissed hard, sucking enough to make you gasp for air, then softened it down to little nibbles.
He started to hum the melody of the second verse, sending vibrations across your throat. His hand wrapped its way through your strands of hair while the other stayed looped around your waist, holding you as close to his body as he could.
”The way she shows me I’m hers and she is mine,” he sang quietly against you, his breath hitting the wet spot he had left behind.
He looked away to look up at you. “Open hand or closed fist would be fine.”
The hand in your hair sailed across your throat until his thumb found your bottom lip, dragging it down as he turned his head and stared into your eyes. “The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.”
“Sebastian,” you breathed.
His lips connected to yours again in the darkness of the car.
”Sweet and right and merciful, I’m all but washed in the tide of her breathing,” he whispered against your lips with a tiny chuckle.
You kissed him again, not able to keep yourself off him for a second.
And as the song came to a close, your lips were still moving with his. You couldn’t name the next song that played, or even the song after. Any noise after “Cherry Wine” was drowned out by the movements between you.
The air shifted again, so noticeably you almost felt it physically against your skin.
Sebastian must’ve felt it too as he started peppering kisses down your bare skin again.
Your hands were placed on his shoulders, holding yourself steady as he licked once across your throat.
Your hands started digging into the tops of his shoulders as you began to grind your hips across his lap.
”Fuck,” he groaned. His hands found your chest next, starting with a knead but quickly turning into him reaching a hand down the low v-cut of your dress.
His thumb brushed over your nipple once and you whimpered out as he toyed with your sensitive bud. He watched you writhe above him as he twisted it lightly between his thumb and forefinger.
His hands left you bare as he pulled them out from your dress. His eyes never left yours as he grabbed the thin straps and pulled them to the side, letting the fabric pool at your waist.
He looked at you with reverence, not knowing where to begin.
The cool air brushed along your skin, but then his mouth was there—hot and worshipful. He kissed over every bit of you, teeth grazing the sensitive parts before he allowed his tongue to peek out. His hand held you tightly as his swirled his tongue around your nipple.
You arched into him, gasping at the contact.
“Please,” you begged.
Your pleas nearly undid him. He groaned against your nipple, sending shockwaves to your core. Then his touch slid down to where you wanted him. “Say it again for me.”
”Please, Sebastian,” you breathed.
He swore under his breath and slumped his forehead against your shoulder as he fumbled with your stockings.
Riiiiip.
The fabric was completely torn, nearly in two.
”Couldn’t wait,” he said, voice almost breaking. “I need you now.” You felt as his fingers inched closer to your aching core, before sliding through your slick heat. “So ready for me, baby.”
You clutched at his shoulders again, nodding once before kissing him again with the passion of a starved woman. His lips stayed connected as you heard the rustling of his belt buckle below you followed by the zip of his jeans.
The space was tight, only urging the closeness between you. He rubbed the head of his cock around your core a few times, teasing you just a little before starting to ease himself in.
You both cried out as he stretched you out little by little. You clung on to him, burying your face in his neck as he held your hips steady. “Good girl,” he rasped, kissing your temple. “Take me. Fuck, that’s it.”
You eased down on him even slower, feeling every vein pulsing, making his cock even harder.
When you were sitting completely on his lap, you looked down into his soft, brown eyes, illuminated by the low, warm lights, and began to rock back and forth, finding your rhythm. Each movement had his pelvis rubbing against your clit.
”Sebastian,” you moaned out.
His hand snaked its way into your hair again, tugging just enough to make you gasp. He kissed you hard, swallowing down every sound that escaped your lips.
But the ceiling was too low and as you leaned back, feeling the moment, you bumped your head with a low thud. You froze a second, shocked, and then laughed a little before he pulled you down again.
”Stay close,” he panted, holding you tightly against his heaving chest. “Just stay with me, baby.”
You found your pace again, grinding back and forth with him inside of you, feeling every sensation against your walls.
“There, just like that. Use me,” he whispered in your ear.
He watched as you continued moving, letting yourself feel the shockwaves build up inside of you.
And then you felt his thumb begin to rub circles around your clit.
“S-shit. S-Sebastian,” you barely got out.
”Do you like that sweetheart?” He cooed.
You bit your lip and nodded your head against his.
”Are you going to come for me?”
You nodded again, unable to muster up the words.
You could only moan, nothing in the dictionary—a sound deep from within you.
The tightness started winding up slowly and then all at once until you could barely stand it.
Below you, you could tell Sebastian was getting close too by the way his hips took over where yours had faltered and he began driving into you erratically.
You tightened around him as you felt your release begin to boil over.
”That’s it baby, such a good girl,” he grunted with clenched teeth.
You closed your eyes and felt the waves take over your whole body. You saw stars behind your lids as you rode out your high on Sebastian’s cock.
Warmth then filled you as he released, spewing all inside of you and leaking out.
When you were both panting messes and he was empty, leaving you full, he kissed you one more time before pulling out of you.
He cleaned the two of you off with an old blanket he had hiding under the seat and helped you redress in the backseat of his car.
When you were both settled back in the front seat, he looked at you once more like he had earlier, in complete and utter awe of you.
”I think Cherry Wine might be our new song, sweetheart,” he said as he put the car into drive.
”A song about a toxic relationship?” You asked with a brow raised.
”Baby, the only thing I’ll be able to think of when I hear that song is how beautiful you looked tonight. How beautiful you always look.”
He placed a hand on your thigh, now bare in some spots from where he had ripped your tights, and drove you home.
