Sebastian Stan Imagines

Do you still like me- Lance Tucker

You lay awake in bed next to Lance, staring up at the ceiling as thoughts played through your head. You thought too much during the night. You look over at Lance who had his back to you, sleeping.

"Hey Lance." you whisper-yelled, shaking his sleeping body. "You up?"

"Yeah." he responds, turning to face you. It's obvious you had woken him up. "What's up?"

"Do you still like me?"

Lance blinks two times. "We're married."

"Yeah but do you still like me?" you repeat.

"What kind of - yes, Y/N, I still like you."

"Like... you like, like me or just like?"

"What?"

You sigh. "Am I in the friend-zone 'like'?"

Lance breathed out a chuckle as he licked his lips. "Y/N, We're married."

"Yeah but-"

"I married you because I love you. You're not friend-zoned."

"Okay, good because I love you too." you breathed and he smiled lazily. You turn your back to him and close your eyes to go to sleep when your husbands arm snakes over your waist. Lance licks his lips and leans over to whisper to you.

"You know I'm not gonna fall asleep until you make out with me." he murmured. "It's the least you could do for waking me up."

You smile and turn to him. "You're insane."

"Yeah," he licked his lips. "Tell me somethin' I don't know."

And he kissed you.