Word count: 464
Type: angst
Warning: sad-ish? kind of lovey.
Reader + Sebastian Stan

The soft blankets against your skin felt like a warm hug, the moon shined through the window leaving the once dark room light again.

You fiddled with your hands as you looked to the other side of your bed. Your arm outstretched and your fingers danced against the cold sheets, the warmth once there is gone again.

You sighed and rolled over with a look of disgust on your face, you felt so guilty for feeling this way. It wasn't right, your brain was screaming at you. Your heart however, was caressing your careless thoughts and nursed your broken heart.

You missed him. Not only did you miss him, you craved for him.

You eyes shut and the memories began to flow in again.

His touch.

"Come here love."

You jump into sebastian's arms and he lets out a grunt as you push up against him. You let out a meek sorry as you caressed his cheek, his eyes matching yours. The love was obvious. He leans in and his soft lips touch yours, your heartbeat picking up as he licks your lips.

His scent.

Sebastian's hands found there way to your lower back as you looked up at him. His smile was so contagious, you mirrored his and kissed his cheek. Your lips brushed against his neck and then shoulder, finally they rested in the crook of his neck. You took a big sniff of his Cologne and let out a content sigh.

"You smell good"

"Well thank you"

His voice.

"Y/n? what's wrong love."

You knew that tone, he was worried. You looked up at him with tears in your eyes, and a sad smile on your face. You couldn't believe how lucky you were to be in his arms, to be with the love of your life and be so happy.

"Nothing Sebby, I just really love you."

He smiled back at you and kissed your forehead and his words rolled off his tongue with ease. No matter how many times he said those three words, they still melted your heart just like the first time.

"I love you too."

A sob left your lips and you balled the blanket into your fist, your vision blurred and you sat up. You shut your eyes and wiped the tears that had fallen, you pick up the item that had fallen off the bed and nibble on your bottom lip. His shirt had found it's way into your arms again and you gladly accepted it, the smell entranced you and you laid back down. Sleep taking you over as soon as your head hit the pillow, that night your dreams were full of memories of his stormy ocean eyes.