One (h.s.)

sixteen

the one where she declined him

Charlotte and Sebastian walked up to their room as soon as everyone had left the gala. Harry had to stay to clean up, and she made sure to send him a subtle grin and mouth 'goodnight' before she went upstairs. He returned her smile and mouthed 'see you tomorrow', and then the doors of the elevator closed, hiding Harry behind them.

She was exhausted to say the least, it must have been about 2AM when they arrived at their suite. As soon as she stepped into the room, she pulled down the zipper of her dress, stepped out of it, and sauntered around the room in only her black lace underwear.

Sebastian dropped the card to their room on the coffee table and poured himself a glass of water from the small corner that could be considered a "kitchen" and walked back to their room while removing his bow tie on the way. He immediately stopped when he saw the view in front of him.

Charlotte was bent over, rummaging inside her suitcase, trying to find the bag that contained all her evening lotions. She was completely oblivious to the way Sebastian was standing at the door, not taking his eyes off of her bum. When she finally found it and turned around, she smiled at Sebastian and walked beside him to retrieve her robe from the hanger to cover herself up.

He caught her wrist quickly and neared his lips to her ear, "What are you doing?"

"Putting on my robe," she said calmly, knowing where this was going to go, and definitely not wanting it to occur tonight.

"Why would you do that?" he murmured, before leaning down and kissing her exposed shoulder.

She took a sharp breath in when she felt Sebastian push down the straps of her bra, his hand smoothing up and down over her arm.

"Sebastian," she said softly, though she wanted it to come out loud and strong for him to get the message, but no one could resist to a few kisses right? Everyone loves to be kissed, and it's hard to pull away.

"Mhm?" he mumbled as his hands went down her body, around her waist and slipped into her underwear to roughly grab onto her cheeks, while he sloppily kissed her neck.

"Stop," she exhaled.

Sebastian didn't do as he was asked and was already pulling her underwear down slightly.

"Sebastian, stop," she said louder, pushing him away slightly.

"Come on, Charlotte, let's do it tonight." His lips hovered over her collarbone and his warm breath came in contact with her skin.

"No, stop," moving her hands from his chest to his hands to remove them from her butt.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked, his voice rising a little while his eyes stared at her in disbelief.

"I don't want to tonight."

"What? Why? It's a great night to do it. It's kind of celebratory sex," he said with a smirk, inching to her closer again and wrapping his arms around her waist, "Come on, Charlotte."

"No, don't," she pushed him away again, grabbed her robe, wrapped it around herself and stepped into the bathroom, locking it behind her so that Sebastian couldn't get in.

She heard him groan behind the door and smack it once, making her jump. "You're being so selfish tonight."

She chose to ignore the slight insult that felt like a pang in her chest, "I'm tired, Sebastian. It's nearing three in the morning."

"I don't care, you're being selfish," he walked away from the bathroom and walked towards the small living room, smacking the door closed behind him.

He pulled on his short hair, before removing his blazer and dropping it somewhere near the sofa. He unbuttoned his shirt, so that cool air could come in contact with his hot skin; hot from how much he had been turned on by Charlotte in her underwear. He wasn't getting any form of relief tonight from her, that he couldn't believe.

He poured himself a glass of whisky, even though he knew he had drank enough at the gala and this glass would just worsen his hangover the next day.

With the glass of whisky empty beside him, after downing it at lightning speed, he sat himself on the arm chair. Legs wide open, he pulled down the zipper on his pants, and removed himself from the confines of his boxers.

His hand smoothed down his length, and up again, and down again, and up again. Each time he moved his hand faster over himself, trying to reach his peak. His other hand grabbed onto the armchair, while his head fell back on it. His eyes were shut tightly, and his slight fringe was getting sweaty making it stick to his forehead.

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Charlotte sighed from inside the bathroom after having wiped her face clean from make up, washed it and brushed her teeth and flossed.

She unlocked the door and opened it to stare into an empty room. It was so quiet that the silent panting coming from the other side of the door was clear enough. She padded across the carpeted floor and curiously opened the door that Sebastian had shut angrily before. She saw his head leaned back and the muscles of his arms were clenching and unclenching, so she knew he was only touching himself, as she hadn't done it for him.

She closed the door again, not wanting to do much more than slip beneath the covers and sleep soundly until the morning.

And so, that's what she did, while Sebastian finished himself off behind the doors of their room.

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short but you're gonna have to deal with it because sebastian just masturbated (really badly) and let's remember that chace crawford portrays him and he is very very very sexy. dammit.