Love You to the Moon

Chapter One

A/N: This is based on a picture I saw in one of my favorite (!!!!) stories, a Sebastian Stan×Reader Imagine. And it's LIT.

Anyway, on with the story :)

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Mayci watched as Sebastian strode into the living room, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist with his hair still dripping wet. She giggled and blushed when he looked right at me and wiggled his hips. She lifted her book to cover her face, but Seb's voice stopped Mayci from focusing.

"No, come on, lemme see your face babe."

"Mmm, but it's a good book," she whined. "I want to get through at least chapter four."

"But we've got no plans today and tomorrow," he suggested. "Please?"

"I forgot to mention." Mayci marked her page and closed the book, smirking slightly. "My dad wants me in Maryland tomorrow."

That was a lie. The real reason Mayci was putting this off so much was because she was due back to the Tower for a mission...

...in another universe.

Creating portals was draining. Mayci didn't want to already be drained when she made one. Whenever she and Sebastian made love, it was mind-blowing and amazing, but there was only a single problem: neither would be up and awake the next day.

"But it's been forever!" Seb complained, collapsing on the arm chair and leaving a giant wet spot where he was.

"As soon as I come back, I swear," Mayci promised. "If not then, give it a day or two. I swear." She made a face. "Now go dry up and get dressed, you got water on the arm chair."

He huffed. "Fine."

"Dat ass is fine," Mayci responded, giving his right buttock a quick slap as he passed.

Sebastian hissed an embarrassed, "Oh my God," when the bedroom door closed. Mayci swiftly stood and went to the cabinet-desk to pull out her matching blue duffel and backpack, pre-filled with supplies and clothes. They were her Go-bags. She'd had them for as long as she remembered.

Seb came out a few minutes later in a pair of basketball shorts and a tee. His hair had yet to be combed, but was at least only damp. He looked Mayci straight in the eyes as he fell backward onto the couch she'd previously been sitting on.

Mayci set the bags by the cabinet and closed the doors of it, walking over to the couch and stretching out on top of Seb like a tired cat. He liked the apartment just below average so she was always cold and sometimes he'd take all her long sleeves and hoodies and sweats and joggers and socks, but this wasn't one of those days so she wasn't either chasing him around with a kitchen knife or cuddling with him on the couch.

She liked his cuddling anyway.

In her joggers and old hoodie, Mayci was surrounded by soft, but Sebastian was always heavenly warmth. Maybe that's why he kept it so cold. Mayci let her mind wander and dip in and out of sleep while Seb held onto her.

She also didn't realize how tired she'd been.

The first time she woke up, Seb was watching Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. on Netflix (how ironic). Mayci usually woke up when her bladder was full, as was the case. She squirmed out of Sebastian's grip and teetered down the hall and into the bathroom to relieve herself. She didn't remember going back to the living room after washing her hands, but that's where she ended back up.