You Only Live Once

Chapter Thirty One

AN: rough smut ahead. 

The morning rays of the sun were just beginning to peek into the room when Sebastion awoke. He blinked away the sleep from his eyes and stretched. Jamie, who was still asleep next to him, stirred slightly at the movement. They had a late call time today, which meant they didn't need to be on set until around one this afternoon. Turning to his back, Seb reached for his phone on the small bedside table to see what time it was.

Feeling Sebastian's movement made Jamie grumble then pull on the blanket to hide her face from the sun before turning and pressing against Sebastian's side. "Too bright," she murmured, half asleep.

He chuckled lightly, "I'll fix it, baby." Slipping out from beside her, Seb walked to the window and closed the fabric curtains farther, so no light could seep through. He walked to the bathroom, and after a few minutes, he came back out in his sweatpants and went to the tiny living room area.

Jamie laid curled in bed until the sheet and blanket around her turned cold. She huffed in defeat and got out of bed. "Seb?" She called, not knowing where he's gone.

"Yeah, sweetheart," he replied, getting out of the chair and walking to her in the bedroom. "I was just ordering us some breakfast," he told her.

"I got cold," she told him, her voice small as she kept her arms wrapped around herself. "But food does sound good."

Sebastian chuckled, "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I didn't mean to let you get cold." He walked up to her and wrapped her in his arms.

"It's okay." She snuggled against his chest, relaxing at hearing his heartbeat against her ear. I'm glad I thought of that... he doesn't need to know about the nightmare I had.

"Are you okay?" he asked, looking down at her.

Jamie nodded against his bare chest. "I'm okay," she murmured in answer. Okay now.

He could tell she was hiding something but didn't want to press it. "If you're sure..." he replied, rubbing circles on her back. I keep a fair share from her, I guess it's only fair that she doesn't want to tell me what's wrong right now.

She looked up at him, resting her chin on his chest. She could hear the slight disappointment in his voice, but didn't want to upset him by telling him she'd dreamt of yesterday. "I'm sure. I have my heater back."

Seb lifted her chin, forcing her to look up at him. He leaned down and kissed her lips softly. "I know you're lying," he said softly with a smirk, "But you don't have to tell me." He kissed her again. "Do you want to lay back down until the food gets here?" he asked, shifting the topic.

A light blush filled Jamie's cheeks but she nodded before turning and walking back into the bedroom and climbing back under the blanket on the bed. "I don't want to upset you," she grumbled quietly.

Climbing into the bed next to her, he pulled her into his side. "If something is bothering you, you can always tell me. I won't get upset," he assured her. "But I won't make you tell me either. It's your choice, sweetheart. I'm here no matter what."

Jamie relaxed in Sebastian's embrace. "I had a bad dream," she told him, not really wanting to elaborate.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," he whispered against her hair. He tightened his grip around her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

"It's over now," she said softly. "I just hope it doesn't all come back when we go to set later."

"We have time until we have to deal with that," Sebastian reassured her, stroking her arm gently. "I'll be right there with you all day today too, so there's no need to worry, sweetheart."