Sebastian Stan One Shots

Romanian

Sebastian Stan One Shot

*Savannah's POV*

I tapped my fingers on the dining room table, impatiently, my eyes locked on the door in front of me. The chair I was now sitting it was creaking slightly from all of my nervous movements.

My boyfriend, Sebastian, had finally returned to America after two weeks vacationing in Romania, and I was waiting for him at his apartment.

I was still annoyed when he refused to let him pick me up at the airport, but he stood his ground, insisting that he'd rather see me for the first time at his apartment than a crowded airport.

After a few more minutes of staring at the door, I started to chew on my fingernails, a nervous habit I've had for as long as I can remember. My arms started to shake slightly in excitement and anxiety.

Finally, I heard the familiar jingle of keys and hushed profanities from the other side of the door.

Nice job, Savannah. You forgot to unlock the goddamn door.

I stood up quickly, subconscious running my fingers through my hair.

Its just Sebastian, my subconscious reminded me. He's seen me in a lot of revealing positions.

Suddenly the door opened, distracting me of my perverted thoughts.

Sebastian walked through the door, a suitcase in each hand. He was wearing a faded blue shirt and black jacket. His navy baseball cap was crooked on top of his head, tuffs of brown hair peeking out.

He looked tired, his eyes red with prominent bags, but he still looked absolutely breathtaking to me.

We continued to look at each other for a few seconds, in comfortable silence. Two weeks was a long time to be away from someone you love, especially when the only conversation you have time for is a quick, 'i love you' when we each went to sleep. The eight hour time difference certainly didn't make things better.

Sebastian dropped both of his suitcases simultaneously, taking long strides until he was able to wrap his arms around my waist. I took the opportunity to place my head on his chest, breathing in the familiar smell of mint and coffee.

He nestled his head in my neck, his voice muffled. "I missed you."

I lifted my head up and he did the same, his eyes locked on mine. "I missed you too, Seb."

His eyes went down to my lips, and I leaned forward a placed a gentle kiss on his nose, purposefully teasing him.

Sebastian sent me a sideways smirk before placing a hand on his cheek and crashing his lips into mine. The mere presence of him sent waves of excitement and lust through me. He pulled me as close as I could possibly get, but it still didn't feel like enough. I wanted to be closer to him. I wanted more.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, and moaned quietly as he ran his tongue over my bottom lip. I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling at the ends. I knew it was one of his major turn ons.

He responded by pressing me up against the table behind me. I winced at the uncomfortable position and he grabbed my legs, lifting me up onto the table.

We broke apart for a few seconds, Sebastian between my legs and my hand on his chest. The seemingly insatiable hunger I had for him only grew as he shrugged his jacket off, throwing it behind him.

I grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled him near me, my lips landing on his jaw. I started to pepper his neck with slow, gentle kisses, until I reached the spot right under his ear. I nipped at the sensitive skin, causing a loud moan to escape his lips.

"Chiar acolo." He breathed, wrapping his arm tighter around my waist.

I gasped slightly, before pulling away. "What did you say?" I smiled, my hand still placed on his chest.

Sebastian gave me a lopsided smile and shrugged. "Right there. Its Romanian. I guess I've been so used to speaking it for the past two we-"

I cut him off by pulling him back towards me slowly. I repeated the same action as before, focusing more on the skin under his ear.

"Speak to me in Romanian, Sebastian. Please." I mumbled against his skin.

The warm vibrations caused a throaty moan to escape his lips, and he slowly pressed me down onto the table. Hovering over me, he brought his lips to my ear and whispered gently.

"Ce vrei tu. Whatever you wish." Sebastian straddled my hips, and I leaned up, running my fingers along the exposed skin at the hem of his shirt.

"Frumoasa," Sebastian whispered, placing a hand on my cheek. "Beautiful."

He pressed me back onto the table again, using his hands to prop himself up. His mouth melded into mine again, and I ran my fingers through his hair, exploring his mouth with my tongue.

The 4,600 mile distance, the two week separation, all of the division within the past half month turned into a burning passion as Sebastian held me closer. And I never wanted him to let me go.

*******

"Mmm. I should go to Romania more often." Sebastian smirked, his fingers absentmindedly running through my hair.

I frowned slightly, craning my head to look at him. Somehow we had made our way to the bedroom, and we were now tangled in the white sheets.

Sebastian looked down at me with a mischievous look on his face. "Table sex. Kitchen sex."

"Don't forget shower sex." I smiled, reminiscing on the events that took place no more than an hour ago.

"Especially shower sex." He chuckled, running his hand down my arm and intertwining our fingers.

Sebastian placed a small kiss on the top of my head, squeezing my hand slightly. "Te iubesc," he breathed.

I raised my eyebrows and looked back up at him again, running a finger across his lips. "Seb, you know I can't speak Romanian."

He kissed my finger gently, before putting an arm under my waist and flipping over, so that he was on top of me.

I laughed loudly at the sudden gesture. "Sebastian!"

Sebastian looked down at me with a toothy grin, before quickly placing a a small kiss on my lips.

"I love you." He said, squeezing my hand again.

I bit my lip, bringing a hand up to the back of his neck and pulling his lips toward mine again.

"Te iubesc." I mumbled against his lips, attempting to mimic his his words.

He groaned, before bringing his lips to my neck.

"Speak to me in Romanian, please." He whined, causing me to giggle again.