Natasha ran her tongue over the corner of her mouth and tried to keep from smiling. He had a point, if she wanted him to stop, she would have made him a long time ago. Taking another sip of wine, she turned her head to him and raised her glass slightly. “You caught me, Sebastian. I am enjoying it.” Taking another sip from her glass, she realized she was on her second bottle. The wine was beginning to have a small effect on her, but she didn’t really care. Taking another bite of cake, she tapped the fork on her bottom lip and looked at him. “You’re not going to share with me?”
“I’m catching on to your ways,” Sebastian teased and studied her for a few moments longer. “That’s an awful lot of wine for someone so small,” he let out a small laugh and threw back the rest of his beer. “I have half a mind to go to bed before this alcohol gives me bad ideas,” he said but made no motion to leave. “Hm, yeah. I guess I’ll share with you,” he smiled and took the fork from her before taking a bite from the cake. Grabbing another piece of cake on the fork, he held the fork to her parted lips.
The second kiss took her more off guard than the first one and she held the same expression as she had before. Biting down on her lower lip, Natasha turned her head so that his lips were pressed against her cheek. She took another bite of cake and tapped her dark red nails on her wine glass. He was more captivating than she wanted to admit and it was hard not to react differently. Picking up her glass again, she brought it to her lips and smiled. “You’re taking more than your fair share,” she said, her eyebrow raised but her face still turned from his.
“Am I?” Sebastian asked, biting back a smirk. “Because you seem to be enjoying it,” he grinned and held his gaze on her. He didn’t bother stepping away from her but instead chose to place a kiss on the corner of her mouth. He didn’t quite have a clue of what was on his mind or what he was even doing. Keeping a steady gaze on her, he studied her delicate features. It was starting to seem like redheads drew him in more than anyone else. Kissing her a final time, he stepped away and leaned against the counter opposite of her. Taking his beer in hand again, he took another long drink, almost emptying the bottle.
“Yes, it is,” she answered in one shaky breath. Natasha tilted her head slightly as if to kiss him, but pulled away and nodded. It was nice how much Sebastian knew her, but at times like these it didn’t help her keep her emotional facade. Reaching for her empty glass, she took it into the kitchen and opened another bottle of wine to refill it with. Sitting herself on the counter, Natasha took out a fork and started eating the cake, not bothering to get a plate. She licked frosting off her thumb and took another sip of wine. “I guess it was worth it.”
Sebastian couldn’t deny the disappointment that was written on his expression as she pulled away. Hesitating for a moment or two, he reopened the fridge and grabbed another beer. “Yeah, it’s a decent cake,” he teased as he stood across from her. He took a long swig from the bottle as he watched her lick the frosting from her finger. Setting the beer bottle on the counter, he found himself closing the distance between them once more. Unable to resist the temptation any longer, he cupped her face and kissed her once more. His lips lingered on hers for much longer than the previous time. He licked his own lips as if to savor her taste mixed with the taste of the cake.
Don’t say that around her.
Say what? Clit or dumbass? Go yell at him for saying shithead around your kid.
I didn’t hear what he said, he’s not the one living with me. I’d say something if he wasn’t a rabbit right now.
He’s a rabbit? I hope he becomes roadkill.
Sebastian!
Oh, hey there.
Don’t say that around her.
Say what? Clit or dumbass? Go yell at him for saying shithead around your kid.
herdisofthor replied to your post: Mr. Sebbystan! I have something to tell you!
That be what I said! Sebbystan! Clit said you be a… What be the word? Shithead!
Don’t say either of those words. Actually, yes. Call him Clit to his face. He’s a dumbass.
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herdisofthor asked:
Mr. Sebbystan! I have something to tell you!
Mr. Sebbystan! I have something to tell you!
Sebastian. Sebastian, Herdis. Sebastian.
What is it?
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Natasha ran a hand through her hair and looked down at her bare feet. Was it going to be the big elephant? Not that she wanted it to be, but she didn’t see it being any other way. It was obvious that they both felt something and Natasha would be the first to admit that she wasn’t even the least bit drunk. It took more than just one bottle of wine to give her a buzz, so everything she said to him had been intentional, even if she had almost made a slip and exposed more than necessary. Looking up to meet his eyes, Natasha smiled and shook her head. “No, it won’t be. It’s fine.”
Natasha was always a difficult person to read and this time was no different. Her mind was certainly reeling much like his own. ”Is it really fine?” Sebastian questioned and stepped forward. It was customary that Natasha would often say I’m fine or It’s fine; he pegged it as a reflex and perhaps that years of doing it, sometimes she didn’t notice it. Cupping her face, he smiled back at her and resisted the temptation to kiss her once more. “Come on, that cake isn’t going to eat itself,” he grinned before managing a small laugh.
