Chapter 6 - Sebastian
SIX
SEBASTIAN
The words my face buried between your thighs are on the tip of my tongue, although I’m not sure who that’d be a bigger reward for, her or me.
I bite the words down, trying to ignore the way she drags her tongue across her bottom lip as she stares at me, instead asking, “What do you want?”
She stares at me, her eyes darting between mine as she ponders my question. “You’ve been nice to me, so I’m not going to send you streaking in the snow,” she muses, and there’s no fighting the way the corner of my mouth pulls up.
“Lise, if you want to see me naked, all you have to do is ask.” My voice may sound teasing, but I’m so unbelievably serious. If Annalise Reid sat here and said she wanted to see me naked, I’d be ripping my clothes off faster than ever before.
She tries to act affronted, but the way the tips of her ears turn pink as her blush spreads from her cheeks outwards, up her face and down her neck, gives away that I’ve at least gotten to her. I’m sure her blush spreads across her chest, but her pesky hoodie prevents me from seeing more.
“Making you streak through the snow wouldn’t be about seeing you naked. Rather, putting you through immense discomfort, but I’m not a total bitch, so I’m not going to do that.”
The phrase “total bitch,” implying that she is partially one, grates at me. Annalise is the farthest thing from that. She may be outspoken and sassy and unafraid to stand up for herself, but she’s kind and thoughtful and would help anyone in need.
“You’re not a bitch, Lise.”
She stiffens slightly at the comment before she brushes it off as though I said nothing.
“I know what I want,” she finally says.
I motion for her to continue.
“I want to be pampered until you leave. You’ll be in charge of making the food and keeping the fire up.”
“Such a big ask over some s’mores.”
I debate losing just so I can pamper her. She doesn’t even need to ask for it. I’d gladly make sure she’s comfortable and enjoys her getaway here.
“I take my s’mores very seriously, Sebastian.”
The seriousness of her expression is adorable.
“And what do I get if I win?” I ask.
She sobers and tilts her head as she studies me. “What do you want?”
A kiss.
You beneath me, calling my name.
I’m not stupid enough to say either of those things, though.
“If I win, you let me stay until the new year, no more trying to kick me out.”
I watch as she gnaws on her lip, pondering the request before she finally nods and holds out a hand towards me.
“Deal.”
We shake, and I tell myself I have to win this.
I have to make the best damn s’more anyone has ever had.
I pull out the supplies and skewer a marshmallow and move closer to the fire so I can roast it.
I smile over at Annalise, and she shuffles off the couch, gathering her supplies, and joins me.
We roast the marshmallows over the fire in silence, her eyes cutting to me every once in a while, and I do everything I can to keep a straight face.
When the marshmallow is perfectly cooked, I pull it out and turn my back to Annalise so she can’t see what I’m doing.
I shove half a piece of chocolate into each end of the marshmallow, just enough that it’s not sticking out anymore, and then place a piece of chocolate on the graham cracker with the marshmallow on top, and then another piece of chocolate, and then the top graham cracker.
I take in my handy work before turning back to the fire and holding the s’more close to it but not inside. After a minute, I pull away, quickly inspecting the melted chocolate before handing it to Annalise. She finishes putting hers together and sets it on her knee, taking mine.
She rotates it, inspecting it, and I press my lips together, waiting for her to take a bite. When she does, she seems hesitant before her eyes go wide and she stares at me. Now I let my grin break free, and she fucking moans as she takes another bite.
My mind immediately goes to wanting to know if her moans sound the same as she comes, or are they huskier?
“Dammit,” she mumbles around her last bite. “I didn’t want you to be right.”
My grin is so big my cheeks hurt. Knowing I get to spend two weeks alone here with Annalise is more than I could have hoped for. It’s not going to be easy to win her over, but I’m going to put everything I have into it for the next two weeks.
She pouts as she finishes the s’more then looks at hers, disappointment filling her expression.
I grab another marshmallow and begin roasting it.
I put together another s’more and hand it to her, and her face lights up again.
She eagerly takes it from me, and as I get to work on another, I watch her out of the corner of my eye.
One of the things I’ve always loved about Annalise is how the smallest things make her happy.
The girl doesn’t need big, expensive gifts.
She’d rather get something that has meaning, that shows you’ve listened to her.
She likes when you do small thoughtful things for her, like getting her favourite snacks, or making her a s’more.
She’s never been one to require a lot to be happy.
We sit in silence as I make her a few more.
She happily takes them from me, shaking her head when I go to hand her another and telling me she’s had enough.
I scoot closer to the couch and lean against it, eating the last one, staring at her as she watches the way the fire crackles.
The few times I came here with the Reids, Annalise could sit and watch the fire for hours.
She’d put some music on, usually Christmas tunes, and just stare at it.
When I was younger, I didn’t get it, then I realized I could watch Annalise the same way she does the fire.
It’s taking in the simple beauty, trying to capture it and sit in it, revel in it.
After a few minutes, she joins me against the couch, crossing her legs at the ankles as she continues to stare. She sighs and says, “So, I guess you’re staying.”
I nudge her with my shoulder and say, “It won’t be that bad. You’ll get some company, and you now have someone to make sure you’re stocked with firewood for a fire every day.”
A small smile pulls at the corner of her mouth before she squashes it.
“I guess you have some uses,” she says.
“Plus, I’m not that bad. It’s not like I bite, unless you ask.”
That has her cheeks pinkening, and I wonder if that’s something she’s into. I push the thought to the side, because the last thing I need right now is to be getting hard when she’s just coming to terms with the fact that we’re spending the next two weeks together.
Instead, I reach for the bin with the games and pull it close, asking, “What are we playing?”