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Forty
Jamie
On Friday, Seb and I go into to town for a bit before popping to mine, so I can pick up an outfit for tomorrow. Having chosen my outfit, a cream halter neck belted jumpsuit that flares at the leg, I’m choosing some underwear, while Seb is sprawled across my bed watching me. As I pull out the matching nude bra and knickers, a pair of stockings comes out with it, and Seb’s eyes widen when he sees them. Scrambling across the bed he snatches them from me before I can shove them back in the drawer.
“You got a matching suspender belt in that drawer, Firefly?” he drawls, lust dripping from every word as he holds the stockings up.
“I might have,” I tease. “If you’re a good boy, maybe I’ll dress up for you sometime.” I realise my attempt to turn him on may have backfired as I feel the first tendrils of desire lick at my body.
Seb gets to his knees, gripping the stockings, one end in each hand, as he begins to walk on his knees towards me. When he reaches me, he lifts the stockings over my head, wrapping them around my neck and pulls me forward so our lips are almost touching.
“There’s no maybe involved, Firefly. I’m going to have you stocking clad and tied to my bed, and you’ll be begging me to let you come.”
Holy fucking shit! The image alone is enough to make my pussy clench and clit throb, and the bastard knows it too. He closes the last fraction of distance between us, licking the seam of my lips, but just as I let him in, his damn phone rings in his pocket.
He curses as he pulls it out, and curses again as he checks the caller ID.
“Fuck. I need to take this. But don’t for one second think I will forget about this,” he says, waving his hand at the stockings still hanging round my neck. He climbs off the bed, kissing me on the lips before answering his phone as he leaves the room.
I’m just closing my bag as Seb comes back into the room with a frown on his face. I throw the bag over my shoulder, but he steps forward, taking it from me.
The intense lust filled mood from before is gone completely, and now I’m left with a broody arsehole version of Seb that I’ve not seen much of.
Back at the apartment,Seb puts my bag in his room and goes in search of Jay before they both head out somewhere, leaving me alone to stew over whatever has got him so wound up.
I hang my outfit for tomorrow up, but I don’t put anything else away as I’m not sure how I feel or how Seb would feel about me taking over space in his room.
After that, I call Cam, who I discover is also alone and informs me that Blue has gone to meet up with Rick and the boys. I try not to let the fact Seb didn’t tell me where he was going upset me and reason that if it were important then he would have.
It’s almost dark by the time I get off the phone to Cam, and there’s still no sign of Seb and Jay, but I refuse to panic just yet. They are together according to Cam, and no doubt lost track of time.
I can’t believe I’m sitting here worrying about them, and it’s not just to do with the current threat hanging over our heads. I’ve spent years going out, not caring what I’m really doing and worrying people sick, and here I am finally understanding why people hate that shit. There’s someone, in fact several people, I care about out there putting themselves at risk and doing their job, whereas me? I was just being selfishly reckless.
I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I remember is being carried to bed by Seb. He smells of fresh air and alcohol and him. I breath him in deep as I nuzzle into his neck, and when he tries to put me down, I hold on tight.
“Don’t go,” I whisper as I feel something soft underneath me. “I was worried about you.” I curse my stupid half-asleep mind for spewing such needy words.
Seb chuckles, and the scruff on his jaw tickles my cheek as he whispers, “I’ll be right back, Jamie.” He peels my arms from around his neck, and I reluctantly release him.
“I love you,” I say sleepily, heavy eyes closing again as I snuggle into the pillow.
“I love you too, Firefly,” he says before planting a kiss on the tip of my nose.
* * *
I wakewith a start the next morning, and it takes me a second to realise that I was dreaming. I hear voices in the kitchen and breathe a sigh of relief as I focus in on Seb’s. The last vestiges of my dream of a faceless man cling to me. How very Arya Stark. The dream itself wasn’t particularly disturbing, more the fact that the faceless man was sometimes accompanied by the blurred face of a woman. I’m no dream expert, but I do know that dreaming of faces is thought to be linked to identity, being afraid of a specific part of you that you’ve suppressed, or even deception.
Shaking it off, I climb from the bed, and after going to the toilet, I make my way out to the kitchen where I find Jay and Seb talking.
“Here she is. Morning, Sleeping Beauty.”
“Fuck off, Jay,” I say with a smirk as I take a seat next to Seb, who grips the back of my neck and pulls me in for a kiss. When our lips part, I barely manage to get a “hey” past them while Seb simply laughs.
Jay places a cup of tea in front of me, and after taking a sip, I ask, “What happened to you yesterday? You were gone for hours.”
“Aww, were you worried about us,” Jay mocks.
I turn my eyes to him, glaring and an image of me slapping him pops into my head, but I push it away.
