Just Two Weeks || Sebastian Stan x Reader

Day 14

The two of you had tried to stay awake until the streetlights faded and the sun softened the darkness of his room. You'd come back to the hotel just after midnight and sat with your backs against the headboard of the bed. You're not sure what was on the TV, one of those films they play to fill their hours but no one really watches them.

Your head started out on his shoulder but as you both ended up lying flat in time for the credits, you started to fall asleep on his chest. Arm stretched across and hand tucked under him as his mouth rests in your hair, stubble tickled you as he kissed your head.

You tried to force yourself awake but it was hard when his fingertips brushed against your back. You don't know what time it was when you fell asleep but you wake up in the same position.

You're not sure if he's slept at all, he's still awake, hand now on your shoulder. Pulling you into him as you stir.

You don't say anything to begin with, just enjoying the warmth.

"Morning." He whispers as if he's not sure if you're awake.

"Morning." You say, looking up at him. "What time is it?"

"Ten."

Then you regret sleeping. Hating the fact that you've wasted so much time.

"Oh." You say without moving. Studying his stubble, his face a beautiful blur as you lie so close to it. "Why didn't you wake me?"

He shook his head with a smile, lips half curled at the edges. "I was enjoying this," Sebastian says and he kisses your head.

The room would be completely silent if it wasn't for the TV but you can still hear him breathe. You can still feel his heart beat as you rest against him.

"When do you leave?"

"Around twelve." His eyes are on the television now, as if he can't bear to look at you. "We should go get breakfast."

"Yeah."

He kisses your forehead again before you get up, stubble tickling your skin.

"I'm keeping this." You say about the t-shirt that hangs loose against you as you stand.

"No. You're not." Sebastian smiles.

"I am, it's mine now. It's so comfy."

"I know, that's why I bought it." He says, jumping into a pair of jeans.

"And it smells of you."

He stops then, hands on his belt as he looks at you. You know there are tears in your eyes, you can feel the sting as you don't want to blink. Not wanting to let them fall down your face as he stands there, watching.

He takes a step towards you now, pulling you into a hard hug, cheek resting on your head.

You can feel his jaw clench but you're not sure if he's smiling or sad.

It's you that pulls away, slowly and with a kiss. You're hungry now, getting changed with your back to him so you can try and pull yourself together. Swallowing any sign of your aching.

You're slower than him and you can hear him throwing clothes into a suitcase, checking drawers for any hints of him being here. You feel a light breeze as he makes the bed, getting rid of your dents and creases.

You brush your teeth as he empties the bathroom, filling a washbag with his bits and bobs after coating himself in his aftershave. You try to breathe it in but can't smell anything but mint from the paste, tasting alkaline as you swallow.