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It’s been two years since you’ve come to Pelican Town to escape the soul sucking grind that was your previous career at Joja Corp. Your farm is turning a profit and you’ve made several friends among the townspeople. After several seasons slogging it in the mines, you’ve developed a friendship with the reclusive Sebastian who is often out having a smoke when you finally make your ascent from the mines and make your way back to your farm. And it’s been two weeks since that night where he took you on his bike to the view of the city, confessing that he’s never brought another girl out here before. He felt like he was shaking when he gave you a hug and breathed you in. It was almost perfect. If he had kissed you under the stars, that would have been peak romance, chef’s kiss, ten stars.
Now it’s Friday night, you’re famished after tending your farm and animals, and pop into the saloon to grab a bite to eat before heading home for the night. Sebastian is there with Sam and Abigail, playing pool and you dare not intrude when you see him smile with his friends. You place your order with Emily behind the bar and go sit in a booth to wait for your to-go order. You're facing out to see the rest of the townspeople relaxing after the week and can somewhat overhear what Sam and Abigail are talking to Sebastian about.
“So you haven’t manned up, huh?” Abigail says teasingly.
“Dude, come on, really?” Sam sighs at his friend.
“What? I don’t want to mess this up. I never liked someone like this” Sebastian says, embarrassed.
You smirk from your seat, it doesn’t take a genius to know they are discussing you. You can surmise that Sebastian has told his friends about his late night ride with you. Mess what up though? Nothing really has happened. Almost a teenage romance at this point, yet you’re both close to thirty.
“Seb, nothing is going to happen if you keep avoiding her,” Abigail says a bit tersely.
“I’m not avoiding her! She’s been busy, I haven’t seen her around the mines recently” Sebastian balks, trying to defend himself.
“Yeah, because you don’t know where she lives,” Sam counters with a sarcastic tone.
“Good point, Sam,” Abigail says. A swish of fabric and you can tell from your seat that she’s either flipped her hair over her shoulder or has her hands on her hips. Probably she had done both. You have to stifle a laugh.
Thanks, guys. You think to yourself.
Gus makes eye contact with you and holds up your to-go bag. You smile and nod at him and rise from your seat, making your way to the bar. Gus wishes you a good night and safe travels back to your farm.
“‘Night Gus, don’t have too much fun,” you give a small wave at him as you make your way out into the night.
It’s almost eleven when you hear a tentative knock on your door. You almost chuckle as you rise from the couch to welcome Sebastian. He’s in his signature hoodie and looking very awkward.
“Uh, hi,” he starts.
“Hi yourself” you smile back.
“Um, well, I uh. I wanted to come see you” he tries again.
Your smile grows, this is adorable, you can’t help but tease him. “So I see,” you reply. “And now that you’ve seen me, what would you like to do next?”
“You’re not going to make this easy on me, are you?” he sighs, defeated.
Reaching out, you take Sebastian’s hand and draw him into your home, closing the door behind you. He’s been here before, with Sam and Abigail for movie nights, but never alone.
“I wanted to confess something,” he breathes out after you release his hand.
“Oh?” you walk back to the couch, seat yourself, and gesture for him to join you.
“Uh, yea,” he takes a seat on the couch facing you, an inhale of breath, and on the exhale pushing the words out “I’m a virgin.”
“Well aware,” you smile kindly to him.
“Wait, what?” he nearly chokes on air.
“I’m aware that you are a virgin, Sebastian” spelling it out for him, “I’ve guessed that would be the case for a while.”
“How?!”
You chuckle and reach across the space between you and slide your hand over the top of his thigh and gently grip at his inner thigh close to his dick and slide your hand back, you hear his sharp intake of breath and almost whimper when your hand is no longer in direct contact with him.
“Exhibit A, your honor,” smiling in triumph.
Then, you want to see how far you can push before he gets too uncomfortable. You rise from the couch and slowly lower yourself down onto his lap, watching his face so you can retreat if it becomes too much for him. His eyes widen, pupils dilate, and he takes another sharp inhalation. His hands are now fisted at his sides and you gently place some of your weight onto his lap. So far, so good.
“Exhibit B,” you continue, your voice soft, daring not to spook him now. “Is this ok?”
His wide eyes are still fixed on your face and he nods, frantically.
“Shall I continue with my evidence, your honor?” you joke, trying to alleviate some of his tension. “Or shall we adjourn for another day?”
Sebastian blinks, trying to process what you’ve just said. You’re letting him choose to just continue to straddle him, push a little further, or stop all together for tonight. His fisted hands which were tucked between the cushions at his sides, come up and tentatively hold your hips, keeping you on his lap.
“P-please proceed with your evidence,” he says softly, his eyes cast down to see the joint of your legs across his. The blush on his face descends down his neck and below the collar of his hoodie.
If he was looking at your face, he would see the sincere smile that lights up your features. You allow yourself to rest the remainder of your weight on his legs, feeling Sebastian’s hands tighten on your hips. He exhales a soft groan when his thumbs slip under your shirt and graze your smooth skin. With your right hand, you gently place two fingers under his chin and at the slightest pressure he raises his head. Then, you slide your fingers along his neck and into the soft hair at his nape. Sebastian’s eyes slide shut and he’s leaning into your touch. His breathing is starting to pick up.
You lean slightly forward, ready to retreat to safer waters if you spook him, but he seems slightly preoccupied gently stroking your skin at your hips with his thumbs. “Exhibit C,” you whisper against his lips and press your lips to his.
His hands against your hips squeeze and pull you closer against him, as your hips are pulled against his groin, you feel his hardness through your PJ bottoms and his jeans. Sebastian stifles a moan against your lips. You smile against his lips and pull back to check on him. His eyes are still closed and his blush has only gotten worse. Adorable, you can’t help but think.
“I-I’d like to see Exhibit C again, please,” Sebastian murmurs.
“As you wish, your honor,” you reply softly and kiss him again. He gasps against you and you slide your tongue into his mouth and touch his. His responding moan is decadence in your ears. His right hand slides up the back of your shirt against your skin and clutches you to him, an involuntary thrust of his hips up into yours has you gasping into his mouth. You need to hold onto the back of your couch as you give a tentative grind down against his hips in retaliation.
Sebastian hisses at the pressure, “Fuck” he whimpers.
“Too much?” you stop immediately and pull your face back to check on him.
“Feels too good,” he admits sheepishly. “You feel too good.”
“Do you want me to stop?” you ask.
“No!” his eyes find yours, almost in a panic. “No. Just don’t want this to be over too soon.”
“Take as long as you need, Bastian.” you say gently. You card your fingers through his hair, scratching gently at his scalp.
“Mmm, I like that,” he hums.
“The scalp scratching or Bastian?” you ask with a soft laugh.
“Both,” he replies with his eyes sliding closed again.
This continues for a few minutes, allowing the man beneath you to calm once again. His hands, which were hesitant before, now stroke along your sides and back. You hum in satisfaction when he touches the curve of your behind as it still rests on his legs. He then slides both palms up your back beneath your shirt and draws you into an embrace.
“I can take the shirt off, if you’d like Bastian,” you remark with your chin resting on his left shoulder. His fingertips glide down your back, caressing your skin.
You feel him draw a deep breath, fortifying himself, and hooks his thumbs under the hem of your shirt and drags it up and over your shoulders. You take the shirt the rest of the way off and toss it behind you.
“Uh, you’re - you’re not wearing a bra,” he states looking at your breasts.
“Well spotted, Bastian,” you huff a laugh, “I was getting ready for bed when you showed up. Plus you didn’t notice when you had your hands up my shirt?”
“I was distracted,” Sebastian says softly, eyes still trained on your exposed breasts. The chill from taking off the shirt, and his attention had pebbled your nipples and gooseflesh had broken out along your newly exposed flesh.
“Better now?” you ask gently. He nods in reply. “Good, because I’m cold.” You laugh and grab his hands from your waist and move them to cup your breasts. You let out a soft exhale at the warmth of his hands against your chilled flesh.
“Holy shit,” Sebastian curses. “Uh, how do you like them touched?”
“You can touch them however you’d like. I’ll tell you if something doesn’t feel right,” you reply, sliding your right hand down his abdomen and playing with the hem of his hoodie. A lone finger sneaks beneath to slide along his skin, feeling a light patch of hair below his belly button. Sebastian’s breath catches and he bucks his hips, catching his renewed erection against your covered core.
“And you’ll keep touching me?” he asks.
“That’s my plan,” you reply with a laugh.
Nodding, Sebastian removes his hands from your breasts, taking the warmth with him. He shifts you back on his lap so he can remove his own hoodie, tossing it in the direction of your shirt. He leans back against the couch once more, his pale skin on display for you. His hands slide up against your ribs and back to your breasts where he tentatively squeezes them and closes his ring and middle fingers around your peaked nipples.
At your hummed moan, his hands become bolder, more assured. Your own hands reach to touch the pale expanse of his chest and abdomen. He flinches at the first hesitant brushes of your fingers, testing his reaction to the new touch.
“Can you kiss me again?” His eyes search yours, vulnerable, yet his pupils are blown wide again.
You nod and lean into him, your hands tracing along his abdomen, to his sides, and to his back, pressing his hands harder against your breasts. Your mouth meets his and his relieved sigh makes you melt. Your tongue licks along his lips and his own tentatively brushes against yours. Sebastian is a quick study, though still a novice, you have to keep correcting how wide to keep his mouth, he’s nearly bitten your tongue a few times. If anything, he’s in a rush. You can feel him starting to grind his hips against yours and his breathing is starting to get accelerated. After one particularly long grind against you, his grip on your left breast tightens to an uncomfortable degree and you pull back with a hiss.
“Sorry,” he apologizes right away. “You just feel so good.”
You nod in understanding, “Do you want me to take the edge off?”
His head tilts adorably to one side, “How?”
You smile at him then, holding your right hand in front of his face until he watches it, then you run your hand along his face, under his jaw, down his neck, across his chest, sliding down his abdomen, and to the button of his jeans. “These can’t be comfortable with that in the way,” you say as you brush your palm over his covered erection.
Sebastian nearly yelps at the touch against his cock. Then you press slightly harder and he lets out a moan. Before he had time to second guess himself, he unbuttoned his jeans and opened his fly. You shift up onto your knees and he helps by lifting his hips to pull his jeans down, leaving him in his boxes. Black, of course.
To even the playing field, and to stretch your poor legs from being in one position for so long, you rise from the couch and shimmy your PJ bottoms off. Sebastian stares at all the exposed skin you’ve revealed. Pausing to gape at your black panties, because black, of course. You wait until his eyes have drunk their fill and his gaze meets yours again. You raise an eyebrow at him. He understands that this is a ‘do you want to continue?’ look. He shifts back on the couch then scoots his butt down a bit to allow you room to straddle him again, he gives you a soft smile as he reaches out for you, expectant.
“Hand or mouth?” you query.
“Huh?” Sebastian is taken offline, file 404 file not found.
“Do you want me to only use my hand? Or do you want my mouth?” you clarify.
“Will I seem desperate if I say mouth?” he asks.
You smile, “No. But I want you desperate for me, Bastian.”
“I am desperate for you, though,” he replies honestly.
“Good,” you say, sinking to your knees between his legs, gently guiding his thighs to spread to accommodate you. “Because you look lovely right now, I can’t wait to see what you’ll look like when I’ve got my mouth on you.”
Sebastian swallows. He watches you as you run your hands up his thighs and under his boxers then he groans when you gently bring your nails against his sensitive skin on their way down. You can see his erection is pressing against the fabric of his boxers. Making sure he’s watching, you pull the elastic band at the top and pull his throbbing dick out for you to see. He’s not massive, but more than you’ve had in your experience. Thick, veined, and velvety hot to the touch. You cast your eyes up to Sebastian, his eyes are wide again and it seems he’s stopped breathing.
“Breathe, Bastian,” you call to him, “I can stop if it’s too much.”
He doesn’t breathe, but he shakes his head to not stop what you’re doing. You take his dick and wrap your thumb, pointer and middle fingers around making a circle. Giving a tentative pump, Sebastian begins breathing again, taking a sharp intake of breath, then shuddering on the exhale.
“Good,” you say. Before he has a chance to do anything other than breathe, you lick a strip from base to tip while maintaining eye contact with him. He tries to buck his hips up but you use your other arm to pin his hips down onto the couch. “Uh uh, let me do the work.”
You sink your lips around the head of his cock and Sebastian lets loose a sighed “Fuck.” You begin to work his cock with your hand pumping and your mouth matching along with the speed and tempo.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Sebastian says. “Never thought I’d have someone do this to me. Shit, yes, just like that.”
This is good, but you want him to be a complete mess for you. You want him to be unable to speak unless it’s your name or ‘yes’. You increase the tempo and start using a stronger suction on the downstroke. It works, Sebastian is only capable of groaning or panting your name.
“I’m gonna,” he starts, but you just hum around his cock, hoping that he understands that this is exactly what you wanted. Sebastian’s hands find their way into your hair, then with a groan of your name he cums, his semen flooding your mouth and throat. You swallow and continue pumping to get every drop of him. He’s still panting and holding your hair when you pull your mouth slowly off of him, he flinches at the sensitivity.
“Ok?” you ask, a slight smile on your face. His eyes are still unfocused, his chest rising and falling rapidly, trying to get his breathing under control.
Sebastian just nods, still not fully down from his post orgasm high. Looking up from your spot between his thighs, he looks wrecked, your own arousal which had just been a presence in the back of your mind while you brought him pleasure floods to the forefront and you can feel how wet you are in your panties. This visit from Sebastian was a surprise, surely, but this is beyond your expectations of what you thought he would be comfortable with on his first experience of this kind, with anyone.
“Come ‘ere,” Sebastian slurs slightly, you rise up, tucking his still semi-hard cock back into his boxers and drape yourself across his lower abdomen to kiss him gently. He moans against your lips, wrapping his arms around you.
“Show me,” he starts after breaking the kiss, his eyes find yours and he looks like he’s guilty about something. “I want you to show me how you like to be touched.”
“Bastian, this was about you, we don’t need to keep going,” you say gently.
“We do need to keep going though,” he replies, starting to sound desperate.
You kiss him again in answer. Inwardly, you’re pleased that he wants to keep going. You didn’t want to pressure him on his first sexual experience, so you’re letting him set the pace.
“Ok,” you say, pulling away from the kiss. “I sort of like you desperate for me,” there’s a hint of teasing in your tone as you pick yourself off the floor, hooking your thumbs on the sides of your panties and slowly dragging them down your legs, keeping your eyes trained on his dark ones. His eyes are watching the panties descend, though.
“Who-who wouldn’t want to keep going?” Sebastian breathes out, watching you step out of your panties. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
Having his eyes only on you brings your arousal back in full force, this man you’ve been not so subtly flirting with for many seasons, leaving him trinkets you’ve found in the mines, learning to cook pumpkin soup after his mom hinted that it was his favorite in the fall. You’ve had men in your life before, but none were like Sebastian. So honest, almost to the point of rudeness at first. He kept you at a distance, which drew you in even more. He’s under your skin and you couldn’t be happier about it that he feels the same.
You move to straddle him again, and his hands dutifully slide up the tops of your thighs and settle on your hips, letting you get comfortable on him again. You take his left hand and place it on your right breast and guide him on how you like to stimulate your nipple and breasts. His eyes are focused on your hand over his, committing to repeating your motions. Smiling, you take his right hand and guide it slowly to your cunt. His fingers are shaking slightly as they graze your labia.
“Holy shit, you’re wet,” the man beneath you whimpers.
“Yes, watching you come undone was quite the sight,” you smile down at him.
“Wanna watch you lose control,” he groans, his fingers moving against you. “Show me, show me please.”
You guide his fingers toward your clit and you tell him what he’s touching, you move his fingers around showing him how you like to be touched in each place, how much pressure sets you off, and you both can feel your arousal growing wetter.
You remove his hand from your pussy and bring his middle and ring finger to your mouth, licking at his digits before sucking them into your mouth, coating them in salvia, then bring them back down to your waiting cunt and press them inside. You groan at his thick fingers pressing against your channel.
Sebastian lets out a noise, a mix of groan and growl. “Oh, shit, you’re tight.” You can only nod in reply.
“Curl your fingers up and towards you,” you instruct. He does and he presses against your g-spot. “Fuck, yes. That’s my g-spot, a very important area. Now slide your fingers in and out and make sure you hit that spot.”
“Can you lay down? I want to try something, plus my hand is starting to get cramped from the angle.” Sebastian says a bit shyly.
Nodding, you untangle yourself from him and lay down on the cushions next to him. He shifts your legs, one behind him and the other over the side of the couch, your foot braced on the floor. He shifts himself back and leans down to get a better look at your pussy. You’re so turned on that it’s nearly weeping with arousal. With no warning, Sebastian shoves his fingers back into your cunt and you hiss in pain.
“Gently, Bastian,” you admonish. “You can’t just jam yourself up there.”
“Sorry, sorry,” he replies, sheepish.
He gently strokes along your labia and clit in apology, watching your face relax and at your nod, he slides his fingers back in as you taught him. You sigh at the sensation of being filled and give a tentative roll of your hips against his digits. His fingers slide deeper and his stalls.
“What’s this?” he asks, stopping the caresses.
“What’s what?” you reply, wondering why he’s stopped. It was just starting to feel good again.
“Strings,” Sebastian queries. “You have strings?”
“Oh,” you let out a loud laugh. “I have an IUD, I suck at taking medication every morning. Plus, I’m not ready for kids just yet. The strings are attached to the IUD in my cervix.”
“Oh. Oh!” he replies. He blushes at the inference of the IUD. His fingers are still at a standstill within you.
“You ok?” you ask.
“Uh yea, yea I’m fine.” he stammers. “Is it ok if I try something now?”
At your nod, he leans down and touches your clit with his tongue. A barely there brush. “You can go a bit harder than that, Bastian. Just watch your teeth.” you offer.
You feel him nod against you, and this time he runs his tongue at the perfect pressure across your clit, you gasp and grind your hips against his hand, willing him to start moving within you again. He gets the idea and starts moving his fingers in and out of you, hitting your g-spot on every thrust in.
“Gods,” you groan, “Yes, fuck, yes like that.”
You feel him smile against you as he sucks against your clit. He’s obviously pleased he’s doing something right for you. He doesn’t speed up or thrust his fingers harder like other men would, trying to race your orgasm, he keeps his pace and pressure consistent and allows you to build on your own. It’s rare that a man gets this instinctively. You start to feel your orgasm coil, your channel starts to tighten on his fingers, your breathing increases and you make eye contact with Sebastian and that sends you over. He looks so good between your thighs, he’s watching your reactions to see how you’re enjoying his attention.
You let out a loud moan as your back arches off the couch, your cunt tightening on his fingers as he presses on your g-spot and sucks at your clit at the same time. His mouth eases off your clit and he gently pulls his fingers from your still quivering pussy.
“That was so beautiful,” he tells you, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh.
You reach down to him and coax him up to kiss his mouth, gentle kisses to his lips until he gasps and you reintroduce his tongue to yours. He’s a bit more relaxed now and kisses you back, gliding his tongue along with yours, and making soft noises into your mouth. Using your nails you run them down over his scalp, his neck, and down his back. Not hard, just so he can feel the pressure and the sensation. This time he groans into your mouth and you feel his erection through his boxers press against your core. He gasps and grinds into you again.
“Do you want to keep going?” you whisper against his lips, letting him catch his breath.
“Yes. Gods, yes. Please.” he whimpers back.
In a very inelegant move, you take your foot off the floor and lift up to push his boxers down his legs. He huffs a laugh against you and helps to take them all the way off. You smile at him, reaching between you to take hold of his cock, he groans and presses his head between the juncture of your neck and shoulder at the sensation. Your hand guides the tip of his cock to your waiting cunt.
“Take your time, Bastian,” you whisper in his ear and he shudders. He continues to shiver against you as he presses himself into your tight channel.
“Gods, I’ve never-” he cuts himself off on a whimper. “Warm.”
His face, still hidden in your shoulder, his breaths against your skin, his clumsy first attempts at thrusting into you, it’s perfect. Running your palms up and down his back to soothe him, you lift your hips and legs up to grip his sides with your thighs. He gasps at the tightening sensation and the new angle. He releases an exhale against your skin and his lips murmur a curse.
Sebastian stops moving, raises his head and looks down at you, his eyes are glassy with emotions he can’t yet put into words. He leans down and kisses you, trying to pour what he can’t say into you, and he begins rolling his hips instinctively into yours.
“You feel so good,” Sebastian moans your name, “Fuck, you feel so good.”
“Gods, Sebastian, yes,” you whimper when he gets a good tempo going, long thrusts and a grind of his hips when his flesh meets yours. He’s hitting your g-spot from this angle and he feels wonderful with his weight against you. Your hands come up and under his arms, holding him to you with your hands curled over his shoulders. His breathing is becoming ragged, the tempo of his hips starts to slip as he starts to chase his own orgasm.
He’s panting, tucking his head back into your shoulder but he’s giving sloppy open mouthed kisses and moaning your name. His voice is wrecked and you feel yourself tighten around his cock in response.
“Fuck, tighten on me again, please, please,” he groans out.
You loosen your hold from his shoulder with your right hand and slide between you to your own clit, rubbing in smooth circles with the pads of your fingers. You pussy tightens again on Sebastian's cock and you both let out a moan at the sensation. You can feel another orgasm coming, you increase the pressure on your clit, your eyes roll back, releasing moan after moan.
Your pussy begins to pulse with your orgasm and Sebastian gives a hard thrust against you, pressing perfectly on your g-spot and starts to cum with a low moan.
“Fuck,” he groans, feeling his cock pulse with his release inside you adds to your own orgasm and you bite at his shoulder to keep yourself from screaming out.
Sebastian stays where he is for several moments just breathing you in and trying to settle his beating heart. He’s giving a slight whimper at the aftershocks of his release and you run your free hand up and down his back in soothing motions. Your other hand is trapped between you still pressed to your clit. Your pussy is still giving slight spasms as well, you can feel his release start to trickle out, you need to get up.
“Bastian, I need you to move, handsome,” you say gently. “You’re leaking out of me and I need to save my couch.” You finish with a light laugh.
“Oh, shit, yea,” Sebastian starts, with a sharp breath and a whimper he pulls out of you and sits up.
You take the opportunity to jump from the couch and make your way to the bathroom to clean up. When you come back out into the living room, Sebastian has his boxers back on and he’s laying on the couch with his arm over his eyes. When he hears your steps he moves his arm and gives you a sheepish smile.
“So, should I go or?” he asks with a blush.
You smile and huff a laugh. “Like I’d let you leave me tonight now.” You beckon him with your outstretched hand, “Come on, Bastian, bed time.”
He gives a small smile and takes your hand, rising from the couch and following you to your bed. You get under the covers and coax him to lie beside you, he’s on his back and you rest your head against his chest, listening to his still pounding heart. You kiss his chest and wrap your arm around his waist. His arms come to embrace you and he releases a deep exhale.
“Thank you,” he starts.
“For the orgasms? Not booting you out? Be specific,” you chuckle.
“For not judging the whole ‘virgin’ thing,” he whispers into the dark of the room.
“Why would I judge? I’ve wanted you for several seasons, Bastian. It was worth the wait,” you reply, rubbing your thumb along his skin soothingly.
He settles into the bed then, giving you a gentle squeeze. After a few moments, you feel his breaths even out and he’s asleep. You smile to yourself giving him a final kiss against the skin of his chest and fall asleep as well.
When you wake, your alarm clock reads 9:00am. You reach over and you don’t feel Sebastian’s warmth in the bed. He’s gone. Feeling a bit sad, you rise from the bed and head to the bathroom to start your day. Once you enter your kitchen there’s a pot of coffee brewed and a note written in Sebastian’s hand:
Had to run home to shower and finish a project for work. I’ll be back later.
-Bastian
You go about the rest of your morning, tending the animals, weeding your crops, you’re so glad you found a DIY for sprinklers, it saves you so much time. You’ve collected what crops were ready, kept half of the eggs from your chickens for yourself, and got a nice large jug of milk from your cow. A good day for a farmer such as yourself. You’re heading back to the house and see Sebastian coming back down the stairs from the mountain shortcut. He looks so handsome in the setting sun, you make your way to meet him where the path meets your farm and he smiles at you.
Behind his back, he brings a bouquet of flowers for your inspection. You smile warmly at the gesture and take them from him. No man had ever bought you flowers in any previous relationship. This was too cute for words, such a traditional guy. Reaching out to take his hand and bring him to the house with you.
“They uh, they have a special meaning here in the Valley,” Sebastian starts by way of greeting.
Your eyebrow raises, your eyes move to look back at the flowers, “The flowers?” you ask.
“Uh, yea. They mean that you want to be with the person you get them for.” he blushes. “Like you want a future with them.”
You smile brightly in return and reach behind Sebastian’s neck and pull his lips to yours. His hands find your hips and draw you close to him. He kisses you back, enthusiastic.
“So, you’ll be my girlfriend, then?” he asks when the kiss ends.
You nod and smile at him, “I’d love nothing more, Bastian.”
You pull away from his embrace and take his hand. “Come on,” you say, “I’m about to start on dinner. If you want, I’ll have you for dessert.”
Sebastian releases a laugh, “That sounds perfect.” And he follows you to the house.