A Change of Heart // Sebastian Sallow

Chapter 17

WARNING: This chapter contains explicit sexual content, reader discretion is advised.

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The icy, cold winter air slapped Florence in the face as she quickly exited The Leaky Cauldron, finding who she was looking for slumped over against the bricks, gasping for air.

"Anne? Are you alright?" Florence said.

"Oh... Florence... yes, I'm... fine..." Anne replied between gasps. She stood up straight, catching her breath slowly. "I'm so sorry, I didn't expect to see you both here. Together. I... I don't know what to think, I don't know what to do."

"I understand. It's been a long time. Please, you don't have to do anything at all. You can go back inside and we will leave. I don't want to put any pressure on you or make you uncomfortable at all." Florence explained.

"Oh, I can't ask you to leave. Really, it's fine... I'm just... this was so unexpected." Anne was struggling for words.

Florence looked at her still fragile body, she thought she looked perkier than before, more colour in her cheeks and her eyes less sunken, but it had been 7 years since she had seen Anne so she couldn't be sure.

"How are you, Anne?" Florence dared to ask. She couldn't believe the nerve of herself to be asking such things when she just said she was feeling so vulnerable.

"I'm alright, I'm doing better these days. Thank you, Florence. How... how is Sebastian?" Anne asked, hesitantly.

"He's doing alright. He's actually helping me with some, uh... work related stuff at the moment, that's why he's here, in London." Florence said. Very gutsy of her to attempt lying to the Sallow she hardly knew.

Anne lifted an eyebrow and cocked her head to one side.

"I know it's been 7 years, but I think I know my brother well enough to know that round of drinks wasn't work related." She smirked. "Ominis told me you dated in your seventh year at school."

"Yes, we did date for a while. But that didn't last beyond the N.E.W.Ts." Florence explained, truthfully this time.

"Alright, I'll believe you this time, Florence, it's a 'work' dinner." She laughed. "Listen, I'll be in touch with you if you'd like. It's been really nice to see you and I'd love to catch up with you again under better circumstances. Please, look for my owl." Anne said, holding Florence's arm and giving it a gentle squeeze before turning and leaving.

Florence entered the pub again, feeling pleased that interaction went as well as it did. She found Sebastian exactly where she had left him though his glass was distinctly less full than when she left and hers was also gone.

"Sebastian?" Florence said, squeezing his shoulder from behind, startling him a little.

"How is she? Is she mad at you? What did she say?" he began asking a million questions at once, his voice slightly too loud.

"Relax. She's not mad at me, she's doing fine and she said she'll write to me." Florence reassured him.

"She's going to write to you?" he said, standing up quickly from his seat.

"Yes. That's what she said. Relax, please. I'll keep you in the loop with everything she says." Florence promised.

"Thank you. Look, I know I promised you a nice dinner, but I really need to go. I need to clear my head. I'll see you at home if you are alright to get home by yourself." Sebastian said, anxious to book it as fast as he could out of the pub.

"I understand. I'll be fine, I will see you later." Florence assured him.

Sebastian smiled and gave her a quick peck on the mouth before turning and exiting almost in a sprint.

Florence finished another drink and walked home alone. It was dark and frankly, scary and she was beginning to feel mad at Sebastian for leaving her to walk alone. She made it back to the apartment safely though she had beaten Sebastian home, she decided to try and get some sleep, changing into her nightgown and curling up on her side of the bed, leaving room for Sebastian when he got back.

She was awoken to the sounds of the front door opening abruptly with a loud creak. He stumbled in, telling himself to 'shoosh' loudly and laughing at his own inability to stay quiet.

"Sorry I woke you, love of my life." He laughed, stumbling onto the bed with a heavy thump next to Florence noticing her staring at him.

"You're drunk, Sebastian." Florence said, stating the obvious.

"And you're so damned gorgeous in that little nightgown of yours." He mumbled back, twirling the edge of her nightgown between his fingers while Florence rolled her eyes.

She noted the smell of alcohol lingering on him. He rolled over to face Florence, his hand starting to caress her face as he moved the blonde hair off her cheeks. He softly moved her chin to face him, pressing their lips together. He slightly opened his mouth for her and Florence was hit with the taste of the fire whiskey he'd been drinking. He closed the space between them, moving closer as they both laid on their sides facing each other. He lifted her soft leg and placed it over his hip, pressing their torso's together. His hands began to run up her nightgown, reaching her bare back, tickling softly with his fingertips. Florence allowed her hands to reach under his shirt, revealing his warm, freckle-laden abdomen. She slowly began to undo buttons while he lifted her gown up and over her head. He also pulled off his shirt with ease, throwing it behind him and quickly removing his trousers and underwear at the same time. Their kissing became faster and more passionate, their hands running up and down each others bodies as Sebastian pressed himself hard against her pelvis.

"Please..." Florence begged, their mouths still pressed together, feeling he was ready.

"Please who?" Sebastian said daringly.

"Please, Sebastian." She begged again.

He rolled her onto her back and firmly pushed his entire self into her. Florence threw her head back instantly, excited by his sudden bout of roughness considering he always liked to treat her gently... to start. Something about the alcohol made him more animalistic. He grabbed Florence's hands and pinned them above her head, holding her wrists together with one hand as he thrusted hard and deep into her repeatedly, Florence taking him fully.

The lack of control she had in that moment was driving Florence wild. Every push sent tingling sensations through her core. Her fingers felt numb, her vision was dizzy. She felt herself reaching her breaking point. Sebastian noticed her beginning to tense around him, using it as a queue to slam harder into her, almost with all his force just when Florence thought he couldn't give anymore.

"Come for me." He grunted in her ear, softly running his teeth across her earlobe.

His deep, passionate voice and the slight twang of pain from him nibbling her ear sent Florence over the edge, experiencing the biggest climax he'd ever given her before.

"Fuck, Sebastian!" she yelled, her volume unable to be controlled as she felt her body quake from underneath her. "That's so fucking good!"

He slowed down to a slow thrust as her body relaxed as she came down from her high and removed himself from her before turning her over.

"Grab the bed frame. Tightly." He demanded.

Florence obeyed, holding on tight, her knuckles almost white from the grip. She felt him grab a fistful of her blonde hair for leverage and enter her again, continuing the deep and hard thrusts he had given her before. As he pulled harder on her hair, she felt the familiar tensing occurring again and she screamed his name once more as she felt his warm release pour into her, his motions slowing to a stop. Her hands fell from the bed frame, falling into the pillow and he collapsed on top of her. He was breathing heavy in her ear.

"Fuck, that was good." He commented.

"Almost too good." Florence said, pushing him off of her and giving him another kiss.

"I love you so goddamn much, Florence." He panted, wiping sweat off his brow.

"And I love you. Even when you're drunk." Florence laughed.

She knew he'd probably be feeling a bit sorry for himself when he woke up in the morning.