Grace [SEBASTIAN STAN]

LXXIX: real life

LXXIX. GRACE—CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE
( Welp, children, it's time. Sex is going to happen, but it's not going to sound like smut when I write it, so do whatever you wanna do tbh. I also don't feel like ruining the moment by talking about condoms, so just pretend like they used one, 'kay? Kay. )

"Sebastian.."

"Hm?"

"I just — I really don't deserve you," Grace mumbled, her eyes fluttering closed involuntarily as Sebastian littered kisses along her jaw. "Especially if you keep doing that."

"I think it's the other way around, babe," he replied, the sound coming out muffled as he took the chance to pull her onto his lap.

          Sebastian gave the slightest shake of the head after he said it, because it was true. He didn't deserve someone like Grace — someone who he continuously left alone so he could live his dream, but somehow she managed to work it out and continue to love him through everything.

           He didn't know what his life would be like without her.

          "You're perfect, Gracie," he began, rubbing the pad of his thumb across her cheek. She smiled, pressing her palm against the back of his hand as she attempted to lean her face even closer into him. "And I love you."

           "I love you, too," she replied instantly. She didn't have to think about it, and it never crossed her mind that she would love someone so much. It never crossed her mind that she would love him so much.

          "I know."

          After he spoke those words, Sebastian placed a short kiss on her lips before resting one hand on each bare thigh lightly.

           Grace slightly smiled at that, bringing her lips to meet his. His lips moved slowly with hers — like they were longing for each other's touch — as she brought her hands up to rest on his shoulders. Grace shifted her body closer to his, completely ignoring the fact that she just pressed herself against him, and it drove him absolutely crazy.

          His lips left hers, because he couldn't seem to concentrate anymore, and his breath was uneven from the things this girl was doing to him.

          Her hands slid from his shoulders and into his hair, and she began to thread it between her fingers. Sebastian's eyes fluttered closed from the warmth of her touch.

          He almost felt embarrassed at at the breathy sigh he released, but she only smirked at it, etching her fingers deeper into his hair.

          "Gracie.." he warned, but his sentence cut itself off before he had a chance to finish, and he suddenly didn't remember what it was he wanted her to stop.

           She rose an eyebrow, silently asking 'you were saying?', and he simply brought his lips to hers, moving his hands to rest on her waist instead.

And then Sebastian spent a few minutes just simply kissing Grace, enjoying the alone time he had with her. Grace, on the other hand, began to grow breathless from the dizzying kiss, but she didn't stop — she never wanted to.

Her body was pressed so close to his that not even an ounce of air would be able to slip through, and neither seemed to mind as Grace pulled away, their foreheads resting on each other's. She looked through her lashes at him and he could've sworn his heart stopped right then and there, because how could someone so innocent looking be looking at him like that?

"Can we go to the room?" were the next words that left her mouth, and Sebastian could barely nod his head in reply. So, she grabbed his hand, stood up from his lap, and led him towards their shared room.

But Sebastian had never been this nervous with a girl before, so why was he so nervous? And shit, were his hands sweating?

The two fell onto the bed, Grace landing below him and releasing a small giggle when she saw Sebastian struggle to kick his shoes off. His eyes glanced between her bright eyes and her swollen lips, and he almost took pride in the fact that he had done that — almost.

His jeans were suddenly a little too tight for his liking, and he just wanted them off.

But she brought her lips to his again, her hand resting behind his neck as his hands laid on each side of her head, holding himself up. The only times they broke their lips apart were when they removed articles of clothing and tossed them onto the already messy floor.

(They definitely wouldn't be able to find those clothes in the morning, but they really didn't have a care in the world at the moment.)

And then she looked at him — really looked at him — and it was like nothing else in the world mattered. It was just Grace and Sebastian, and Sebastian and Grace. And they were together, like they should be.

With warm skin on warm skin, they were suddenly moving as one, their hot breaths fanning one another before their lips caught each other once more. It wasn't sloppy, and it wasn't rushed; it was kind and gentle and soft and passionate.

It was just what they needed — each other in every way possible. All of Grace, and all of Sebastian, and all of each other.

Just the way it was supposed to be.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: shit i'm not crying, you're crying. i don't even know if this was good, like??? was it??? i've never written sex before so...

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