Tempest // Sebastian Sallow

Chapter 60*

CW: Contains sexual content

Sebastian was awake first in the morning, and he was glad he was. The second his eyes sprung open he was hit with a desperate urge to go to the bathroom and when he tried to stand up, he was then hit with the overwhelming urge to vomit.

He ran as fast as he could, hand clutched tightly over his mouth until he reached the toilet bowl, retching and heaving, liquor from the previous evening burning his throat as he brought up everything he'd consumed the night prior.

"You okay?" Came a small voice from the door.

"Y-ye—"

Hurl.

He was not okay.

When his stomach was empty and his ribs hurt from gagging, he stood up and flushed, leaving the bathroom to find Rosie standing and waiting for him.

"Are you okay now?"

"Yeah. Much better. How aren't you sick? You drank just as much as I did."

"Oh no, I was sick. I just woke up at 3am to throw my guts up." Rosie said with a dismissive wave of her hand

"And you didn't wake me up to help?"

Rosie laughed, "And what? Throw up with me? It's okay. I was fine."

Sebastian looked at her with a cocked eyebrow.

"Fine? Rosie, you were throwing up your guts at 3am, alone, and you call that fine?" Sebastian said, still feeling queasy himself but managing to muster up some concern for her.

Rosie shrugged. "Well, what's done is done. No point in dwelling on it now. Besides, you look so precious sleeping when you're absolutely plastered. Mouth wide open, drool pouring out your mouth. Gorgeous."

"Hmm... lovely..." Sebastian said, making his way back to the bedroom and shrugging on a pair of grey sweatpants before clutching his head as he walked to the kitchen.

"Oh, come on. You know I love you anyway." Rosie said, slapping him right across his arse.

"Owww! What the fuck!?" Sebastian exclaimed, clutching at the cheek that was now burning. "What did you do!?"

Rosie laughed, "Please tell me you remember..."

"Remember what?"

Rosie took his hand and dragged him back into the bathroom, turning him around and pulling down the pants so his bare back and backside was facing the mirror and shifted up her own nightgown.

He craned his neck to see what looked like a black blob on both their left arse cheeks.

"What is that?" He asked, straining to look closer.

"Do you need your glasses?" Rosie chuckled.

He groaned and turned back around, grabbing Rosie's hips and pulling her closer to him to inspect her black blob.

"Is that... please tell me that will wipe off..."

"Nope." Rosie replied.

"So these are... real?"

"Yep."

"Holy fuck, you convinced me to get a tattoo?!" Sebastian bellowed, turning back to look in the mirror and try wiping off his own by licking his thumb and swiping it across, though he only seemed to be causing himself more pain.

And then Sebastian's eyes widened in shock as he realised just what it meant. "I have a tattoo... on my arse..."

Rosie couldn't contain her laughter at his reaction. "Yep."