Seb❤️:
mornin beautiful
Elvis🕺:
I'm legit right next to you
I know
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Sebastian straddles Presley taking her phone out of her hands and places hers on top of his that rests on his nightstand. She looks up at the much bigger and taller man. He just smiled at her sweetly and his hair is wild mess. Some might say it's due to the wind.
"Hi," Sebastian said sleepily.
"Hi," Presley said.
He immediately lays on top of her and she's shocked. His arms wrap around her and then he rolls over with a grunt. Now, she's laying on top of him. Presley pushes herself up and looks at him. He's got a boyish grin on his face.
"Kiss?" He asked.
"Kiss," she said.
She leaned down and pressed her lips against his. She can tell he's smiling. Every kiss seems to start with one of them smiling as the other kisses them.
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Liar, Liar, Pants On Fire
FanfictionIn which Sebastian Stan sends a text to a wrong number asking where his lube is. I do not own anything except the plot and the witty comebacks. (Completed) Second book is Puppy Dog Love.
