I awoke to Sebastian petting my hair. My face was pressed to something cold and I realized it was a frozen steak. Sebastian's hand was wrapped around it. I looked at him. His eyes were closed at he smoothed my hair, his finger tips just barely brushing my forehead. my skin warmed and tingled at the feeling. I was careful not to move, because I didn't want to ruin this moment.
Sebastian's eyes remained close, but his lips opened. I watched in fascination as he sang to me. His voice was a husky whisper, as he sang in a language I didn't know. I suspected Irish, so I assumed it was a ballad he sang. It seemed sad, and little heart wrenching, and eventually a tear slipped out. I reached up, without thinking, to wipe it away. Sebastian gripped my hand, but his eyes remained closed and he still sang. He rubbed my hand against his face, stub making red bumps appear.
He lifted his eyelids and his eyes were a dark brown, the lightest I've ever seen them. He came to the end of the song, kissed my forehead, and spoke. "I knew you were awake, but how much so I didn't know." He held my eyes, put his finger under my chin, and kissed me. It was a slow kiss, steamy. He didn't slid his tongue into my mouth, he just simply kissed me. His hand holding the frozen steak suddenly grabbed onto my butt and pulled my hips closer to his. His other hand wrapped around my back and pulled my torso closer. The kiss deepened as Sebastian opened his mouth a little wider and pulled our bodies closer.
I slipped my hands up his shirt, bunching it up around his neck. Still, his tongue didn't enter my mouth. He pulled my shirt over my head and stopped kissing me to pay close attention to my breasts. He covered one with his hand and began to kiss my neck. I tingled all over as he traced my collar bone and laid butterfly light kisses as the swells between his fingers. I arched, giving him better excess. He took advantaged and bit into the fabric that covered me. I felt his saliva drench my bra, but I always felt his teeth. Electric waves shot through my body as he rolled me on top of him and slipped his hand under my bra. I, again, arched.
His free hand slipped between my legs. It was then I noticed the wetness and knew we were both in trouble. He groaned against my breast and ripped my bra off of me. He tossed me under him and ravaged my mouth. His shirt had disappeared and his jeans were falling, seeing as I had found away to unsnap and unzip them. He pushed my shorts down and I knew we were done for. I knew then that neither of us would be able to stop.
He bit the pillow right beside my shoulder and then lay, spent, on top of me. His breathing was hard, as was mine. I wrapped my arms around him and nuzzled his neck. "I tried not to bite you." He whispered. I nodded and mouthed I know. "Try to whisper." It wasn't a question.
"Okay." It came out quiet, barely audible to my own ears. I smiled. I could speak, even if it were only a little. "Alone?" I asked, trying not to over use whatever voice I had. Sebastian propped up on his elbows and looked down at me. His eyes were black again. "Hungry?"
"Yes, to both." He smiled and stood. He pulled up his jeans. That's when I realized he wasn't wearing his boxers. "Are you hungry? I'll feed you first." I sat up, clutching the blanket around me. Sebastian chuckled and walked over to me. He dipped his finger under the blanket. "Why hide from me? I just saw you naked?" He pulled the blanket lower and kissed the swell of my breast. "Are you hungry or not?"
"Self." I said. "You go." I pushed his hips away from me and stood. His white teeth flashed and he disappeared. I put on his dark shirt, which he left, and clean shorts. I padded to the kitchen and pulled out some carrots and dip. I sat the bar, eating when Stephen walked in. His nose wrinkled and he looked at my appearence. His eyebrows drew together but then he smiled.
"Shouldn't you been in bed? Sebastian said you'd be resting. You hit your head pretty hard." He mussed my already tossled hair. I grinned up at him and crunched on a carrot.
"Talk." I said. Stephen looked at me sharply.
"Should you be talking?" He asked. I nodded. "Well. Don't do too much of it." He tossed the notebook and pen on the bar. "What do you want for dinner tonight?"
I wrote Spaghetti. Stephen grabbed the notebook, slapped it down and began to cook.
"How was your day? Did you sleep all day?" he asked.
"Good. Yea." I heard him laugh. He looked at me.
"You can only say one word. You're like a baby!" I tossed a dip laced carrot at him,