How to Make a Villain - [Sebastian Sallow x F!OC]

[twenty-seven]

A/N: *sighs and reaches for the spray bottle again.*

Welcome to 27! Did I want a totally self-indulgent excuse to get Sebastian shirtless? Yes. Do I regret it? No. And neither will you.* Also, we're so close to the end now. Still aiming for 30/31-ish chapters and an epilogue, and still successfully beating down my burn-out with a very large stick. Lessgooo! 🙃

As usual (glares at Sebastian), there's some non-explict smoochies, sexual references, mature themes and partial nudity (glares at Sebastian sans shirt.) Hope you enjoy! xo

*His words, not mine.

~x~

Aurélie was halfway across the Undercroft before Sebastian caught her and scooped her up in his arms, but it was several moments before she could stop yammering in French long enough to squeeze in an English word.

'Let go of me!' were the first one she shrieked as she wiggled uselessly in his grasp. 'Marriage?' was the next. 'We're facing unfathomable dangers and your solution is marriage? Have you completely lost your mind?'

Not bothering to hide his amusement, Sebastian marched her straight back to the sofa and settled her in his lap, ignoring her protests as she kicked and squirmed for freedom.

'It's not a solution,' he snorted, wrapping his arms securely around her waist. 'It's just what I want.'

'It's just a fine way to create more trouble for us, that's what it is!' she moaned, slapping his wandering hands away from her bottom. 'Like we're not in enough as it is, now you want to add marriage to the ever-growing list?'

Sebastian's amusement only grew. 'Will you just say yes?' he laughed, leaning forward to nuzzle his nose against her cheek.

'No!'

'Why not? You said yourself that we're supposed to be together.'

Still feeling quite fiery after her confrontation with a girl who was supposed to be dead, Aurélie didn't much feel like being proposed to — again. Still, Sebastian only drew her closer, tightening his grip around her waist as he traced his lips along her jawline.

'I love you,' he murmured, his voice low and husky.

'I know...'

'And you love me —'

'I do.'

She felt him grin against her ear.

'So say yes.' When his lips found hers again, sweet and dizzying, she could only yield to the inexplicable control that his mouth held over her until he slipped his hands under her skirt and squeezed her bum.

'Eh oh!' she yelped, slapping his hands away. 'Are you feeling matrimonial or just —'

'Horny?' he snickered into the crook of her neck. 'Both, definitely both.'

'Merlin, give me strength!' She pried his lips from her skin while he shook with laughter. 'You're the one who refuses to touch me!'

'Oh, believe me, I want to do more than touch you,' he smirked, leaning in again to kiss languidly along her collarbone. 'But once I start, I won't be able to stop...'

With a long, low groan, he palmed the small of her back with his big, broad hands, anchoring and pressing their bodies together in a way that overwhelmed her.

'Seb—ahh...'

'We'd never leave this room...' He dragged his mouth up the side of her neck, making her shiver. 'We'd fail our exams because we wouldn't show up... Nobody would see us again for months. Years, even.' His voice lowered, as scratchy as the stubble on his jaw. 'Why do you think I've been trying so hard to restrain myself these past months?'