The Air I Breathe

Chapter 8 - God of Mischief, Goddesses of Gossip

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Italics = phone conversations

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Scenes with this divider: (•┈┈┈••✦♥✦••┈┈┈•) are happening simultaneously.

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(SEBASTIAN'S HOUSE, LATER THAT NIGHT)

SEBASTIAN'S P.O.V.

Is it physically possible for someone to walk on air? Because that's exactly how it feels as I walk into my house. I lean against the door and I let out a wistful sigh like some kinda lovesick fool. So, I'm a lovesick fool! From the moment I left Gwen's apartment to the drive home to right now, it all feels like some incredible dream. I'm pretty sure I have bruises on my arm from pinching myself so much.

"What just happened was a dream; a really awesome dream. I mean it's too amazing to be real... right?"

It's a fair question and I almost convince myself that it was just a dream; but then I feel my lips tingling. I bring my fingers to my lips and they feel more sensitive to the touch than normal. I look at the mirror hanging next to my door and I see my lips have a darker tint to them than the usual pink and swollen from kissing the most incredible woman I've met in a long time. I can't help the smile that crosses my face. It was 100% real. I went on a date with my angel.

"First of many, hopefully."

I make my way to my bedroom to get out of this suit. Don't get me wrong; I love dressing up but it can get... constricting, sometimes. That's why I love when I can just go casual and wear jeans and sneakers for panels and interviews. I just feel more like... me. Tonight was a special occasion, though. It was my first date with Gwen... of course, I was gonna look like a GQ model for her. As I take off my jacket and my shirt, an unfamiliar, but lovely scent invades my senses. I can still smell the fading remnants of my cologne, but it's mixed with something else. Something... softer. Then, my eyes widen as I realize what the scent is.

"It's Gwen's perfume." I whisper to myself.

Some of it must have rubbed off while we were making out. I hold my black shirt up to my nose and I inhale deeply. It smells incredible. I can't even think of a way to describe it that would do it justice. My smile grows even wider now that my shirt smells like her. Maybe I can keep it in a ziploc so it doesn't lose its scent. Does that make me weird? I place it on my pillow as I undress and I grab a pair of sweat pants out of my drawer. My thoughts go back to tomorrow and the last day of Comic Con as I get dressed for bed. I've been to so many since I was lucky enough to become part of the MCU; but I think it goes without saying that this one will always have a special place in my heart. I want to do something special for the last day, but I'm honestly at a loss for what to do. When you introduce your angel to the one and only Stan Lee, what can you possibly do to top that? I get into bed and I lay there shirtless with my arms behind my head. For some reason, my mind goes back to the bracelet I bought Gwen and what I said about filling it with more memories. Is it crazy that I want us to have so many memories together, they'd fill about 5 more bracelets?

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(GWEN'S APARTMENT, EXACT SAME MOMENT)

GWEN'S P.O.V.