My Sister’s Neighbor
Sebastian Stan Fanfiction
Part 3
I can only assume that everyone on this street was sleeping while Sebastian and I were the only ones awake. From my limiting view behind the window I look around and wondered if anyone else could see him watching me.
I should be terrified. The longer I sat with that feeling it started to feel like I was asking myself if I truly was. In hindsight I was alone with him. No one knew what was happening or was about to transpire in the middle of the night on their quiet little street. Not even my sister who was sound asleep in Sebastian’s home.
I wondered if that same thought crossed his mind as well. I pretended to look over my shoulder as if someone else was there. To give the illusion that I wasn’t actually by myself. He stared back at me undeterred like he knew my bluff, because by now he knew the line between us had already been crossed. Sighing a shaking breath I knew what I needed to do, an yet every logical thought paralyzed me as opposed to offering my mind a sense of sanctuary. Instead, I floated in a puddle of confusion. Almost like I chose this option on purpose. Like I wanted to be hunted. Without hesitation or even a single thought as to why I even did what I did. I slid the curtains away so that I could finally see him in clear view.
Faint orange lights glowed down the street and yet Sebastian still looked like a dark shadow. I stared into the darkness nearly straining my vision trying to get a good look at him. This man was twisted.
There’s simply no denying that anymore, but at this point what does that make me? Overflowing with a different kind of warmth that borders the thin line of arousal. I realized Sebastian was pushing me to insanity at this point if he was making me feel things for him. However, nothing was going to happen I thought to myself. He wasn’t going to step away from his perfect illusion especially since Dakota was so close. I was good, I was fine.
With that knowledge in mind I reacted rather stupidly by thinking between my legs instead of my head. It felt like an outer body experience one that I had no ability to tame. Moving the palm of my hand I brushed across my shoulders to push down the straps of my thin tank top. It slid down stopping at the waistband above my shorts. I let him drink the sight of me in for just a second. It was a strange erotic pleasure I felt knowing he caught a glimpse of me. Lifting up on my toes, I lifted my arm to draw back the curtains. Just as I closed it completely I peeked around it one last time to see if he was still there.
Of course he was gone.
My body froze. I stared at the spot he stood seconds ago. I tried to calm my nerves by telling myself he went back inside his house. Sebastian couldn’t have gone far that quick. I looked out the window for signs that he was back in his home. There were none that I could see, yet I still couldn’t relax. It dawned on me that he did possess a spare key to this house all thanks to my love crushed sister.
THREE DAYS EARLIER
“Why the hell do you have my cat?” The sight of Angus threw me in a tailspin that I couldn’t wrap my head around. Without further delay I quickly bent down and scooped him up before he could get away again. Though, watching as he cozied up to Sebastian I didn’t think the old boy dreamt of ever leaving him.
“I didn’t know that was your cat.” Sebastian says, lifting his brow curiously.
“Were you just not going to return him to his rightful owner?” I accuse.
Sebastian looks back at me with a frustrated glare, swallowing down a groan. “My only crime is that I gave him cat food and water when he wandered to my door.”
“Oh, so it didn’t dawn on you that he belonged to me when you clearly saw me with a cat carrier yesterday?” I say with a calmness to my tone, but it was laced with anger.
“I have to admit I am enjoying how much you think you left an impression on me from the ten seconds I caught a glance at you.” He looks at me like I am the delusional person here. An for a millisecond a cold splash of reality hit me right in the face. What if I was doing it again? Overlapping what was real and what wasn’t. I mean I did tell myself I heard him call my name yesterday. Which honestly could have been my mind playing tricks on me. Now I am accusing him of cat napping Angus. For all I know he actually could have wandered out of the house. I mean it isn’t like I’m his favorite person.
I was pulled from my own thought when Angus’s tailed swatted against my arm. Usually that was his way of urging me to put him down.
“Well…. ok.” I say as I turn to walk away.
“I think the words you are looking for are I’m sorry.” The low cadence in his voice falls across my ears.
“For what exactly?” I scoffed.
He fixates on something behind me before dragging his gaze back to me. I look up at him staring into his eyes dumb founded.
He folded his arms and made a mock expression as if he were thinking about something. “Let’s see, how about you charging over here onto my property ready to raise hell for no damn reason all for a cat you aren’t properly watching.”
Sensible words were lost on me, because I was too stunned by this buzzcut, too tight t-shirt wearing asshole before me. I kept my expression calm and I nodded my head suggesting that he wasn’t wrong.
“You’re right I should say fuck you.” I smile up at him.
“Demetria!” I hear my sister’s voice booming behind from behind me. I turn to see my sister’s face contorted with embarrassment and shock as she speed walks across the street. When she finally reaches where the two of us stands Dakota looks over to Sebastian apologetically and glares at me like a errant child and not an adult. Automatically assuming I am the one in the wrong here. And so what if I am? She’s my sister and she’s suppose to have my back.
“Is everything alright?” My sister asks with a giant fake smile plastered across her face. Sebastian flicks his gaze to me and I bore my eyes into his.
“I have food here for strays.” He exhales.
I let out a laugh. “Of course you do.”
Sebastian’s gaze soften and the corner of his eyes crinkle. Shaking his head slowing, the corner of his mouth upturn into a small smile as he turns away on his heels. Walking further into his garage I stand behind watching in curiosity. Within seconds Sebastian returns carrying two clear totes before dropping it to the ground. My eye’s immediately roam over to what’s in them. I roll my eyes to the point it hurts. I glance up at Sebastian and he’s looking at me like he wants to say I told you so.
Sure enough there was variations of food for cats and dogs, alongside rolled up blankets, disposable food bowls, and a handful of nylon collars.
“If he was still here when I got back I was going to check to see if he was chipped or not.” Sebastian says.
Dakota clutches her heart with both of her hands. “That is so sweet of you.” Her voice no louder than a whisper.
“It nothing. I run a nonprofit animal rescue sanctuary. I keep some stuff with here with me just in case I come across any strays in the area. This little guy was most likely attracted to the scent.”
“Who knew I lived across the street from Clark Kent.” Dakota cooed, it took everything in me to not crinkle my nose in disgust.
I stare back at her blankly unsure of what the hell was actual happening.
Bending down to access him, Dakota timidly rubs his paw between her fingers.
I look up at Sebastian. He was already watching me. Attempting to bite back a smirk, he turns himself away from me to face Dakota. “ I was just telling his owner Demi I’d never turn away from a pet in need.” The way he said my name sent moths instead of butterflies to my stomach.
“Really? Cause that’s not what I heard.” Dakota directing that towards me.
“I am going to walk away now.” I leave the two of them feeling weird. It wasn’t the weirdness you feel when you know you’re being left out or like you’ve been walking around with a stain on your pants that no one told you about. It was the feeling like something was wrong kind of weird. Not even barely out of earshot I could hear Dakota say to him. “I guess it’s still fresh for her, I mean its almost been a year since she lied about being stalked.”
