Unexpected Shackled Visitors

[SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT]

Sebastain left Cadence alone in her car and wanted her to just leave. But as he limped his way to Alyson's place he kept glancing back and noticed that she wasn't going anywhere. She was going to wait until he got to the damn door so she knew where he was. That didn't sit well with him but he could only do so much in the state he was in and the walk to Aly's place seemed to take forever. But when he finally made it to her door he had to lean up against the wall with his shoulder and take a deep breath.

The gargoyle knocked on the door and then looked at his wrists, seeing the cuffs that were still on him and glared at them. They were going to be a bitch to get off and it only made him look worse. He could already picture Aly's face when she came to the door.. surprise to see him and then horror at his blood caked body. The jacket was open and he thought maybe he should zip it back up before she could answer the door but he didn't have enough time to.

Just as he was started to fiddle with the zipper and nearly got it into place the door opened up. He lifted his head to look up and didn't realize just how much he'd missed seeing that face framed by blonde hair. Silence filled the air as he watched her big eyes and slowly he started to fall into his old self as a pained smirk appeared on his lips and spreading to his eyes. At least his face was clean even if the rest of him looked like something out of a horror movie. "Miss me?" He pushed off the wall and took a step towards the girl, all but collapsing into her arms.

[ALYSON MONTGOMERY]

It had been almost a week since Alyson had seen Sebastian. He had told her to wait at the Masquerade and he would be back soon. She had waited like a fool, even after seeing the man come back without Sebastian. She stayed for over an hour before she decided that maybe he'd been told not to come back in and therefor he would have gone back to her place. Surely he wouldn't just ditch her completely. When she got home there was no sign that Sebastian was or had been there. She was angry at first and also worried, but when she had gone to the hotel his room was just as she remembered it. His things were still there but he was not. She slowly became more and more worried. He wouldn't have left, would he? They had gotten into a big fight but he told her she was special, and he'd stayed with her. Surely something must be wrong!

What could she do though? If she turned to the police what would they say? Her captor, who they had been looking for, was missing? They'd applaud it! She didn't know any other Gargoyles save for Sebastian's sister but Alyson didn't know how to get in touch with Prestine and she wasn't sure the girl would be of any assistance either. The whole thing just sucked and she found things getting worse when the days slipped into night. Literally. The sky was pitch black all the time and she didn't understand why! No one seemed to know what was going on. Scientists were baffled. The news was going nuts. She had read dozens of strange articles on the internet, many going into the legend of the city in great detail.

Alyson had recently found out that oddball story was true, but she couldn't very well tell anybody that! She kept it to herself deciding it was better if she didn't sound crazy on top of being "that kidnapped girl". Instead she tried to think positivily, that Sebastian wasn;t dead, and she enjoyed the many gifts he had paid for without his knowing. She had done a little redecorating and her bedroom was far more comfortable these days with her new lavish bed, but it felt so empty even though she knew he wouldn't be spending much time in her bed anyway. She wanted to show him, thank him, apologize for that night at the masquerade but she hadn't been able to. She repeatedly felt guilt for what happened. If only she hadn't pushed him away! Maybe that guy wouldn't have seen him and approached them. Maybe Sebastian would be there now. Maybe she would be getting laid by him...

The thought made her dizzy with guilt once more and a quiet lust. She didn't like thinking about him, so she decided to distract herself by making weird baked goods she found recipes for on pinterest and listening to an odd assortment of music. when she heard the knock on the door she yelled for whoever it was to hang on a moment. Cassidy had taken to dropping by now and then, and she hoped it was her so she could taste these weirdo scones she'd just made. Aly just didn't get scones, but these were sort of good. The icing made them yummy and her apartment, admittedly, smelled pretty good.

Cassidy was not on the other end of the door. Alyson's eyes grew and she stared into Sebastian's familiar, cold eyes. He was alive! Her gaze moved down as she realized he was filthy and caked in blood. And what was that on his wrists...shackles!?

"Miss me?" He pushed off the wall and took a step towards her, all but collapsing into her arms. He took her by surprise and she wrapped her arms around him in a tight embrace, the emotion she'd bottled up coming out as her eyes watered.

"I'm sorry." She groaned softly as she held onto him, very un-Aly like. She couldn't let go, surprising herself with the flood of emotions. He was there! He was okay! Maybe a little worse for wear but okay non the less! Finally she pulled away a little, tugging him inside before shutting the door. "What happened? Where were you? You... are you okay?" She bit her lip and fought the urge to bombard him with another hug.

[SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT]

Alyson had reacted exactly how Sebastian thought she would when she opened the door. Only, it was when she was wrapping her arms around him that he didn't expect what came next. "I'm sorry." Sorry? Did she think that he left because of her? "What happened? Where were you? You... are you okay?" Once inside he heaved a deep sigh, finally feeling like he was actually free. "Snow had his little henchmen take me away to serve my punishment." He shrugged stifly, sliding the jacket off of himself and letting it drop to the floor. The inside material had been sticking to his wounds and it stung when it had been peeled off. His back was pretty much a replica of his torso and he groaned, stretching his arms over his head.

"What day is it?" He asked and furrowed his brows showing he was confused, "how long have I been gone?" He didn't ask Cadence that.. maybe he should have. He must have looked out of it as he ran a hand through his matted hair. He was going to have to take a shower. But he was starving. Eating was first priority. He clung to different objects to make sure he didn't fall over, but his walking wasn't completely bad. Just every so often he felt a sharp pain and would limp but then it would go away again. Probably sprained something... he'd never sprained something before. "This fucking darkness!" He snarled and made his way to the kitchen and spotted the baked goods on the counter, snatching one up and stuffing half of it into his mouth. Ugh, scone. He hated scones. They were the dumbest baked good ever created, but there was icing on it and it didn't taste half bad actually.

Opening up the girl's fridge he stuck his head in, his hand gripping the top of the door for balance and stuck the rest of the scone into his mouth so that he could pull out a bottle of water she had sitting there. When he finished off the scone he chased it down with the cold water and he could feel his head throbbing. He'd been so far beyond dehydrated that he didn't even realize it until the water hit his lips. It was the best water he'd ever tasted in his entire life. He snatched up another of the scones and got to work on that one next, still moving around her kitchen and just looking around, opening cabinets and drawers looking for other things he could eat.

"So I've been told that the weather has been like it is for a while now. How long has it been since the masquerade again?" He wasn't sure if she'd answered him because really he hadn't been listening. He'd been too concerned with getting something to eat to care that much about how long he'd been held captive.

"Well apparently the tree opened, the bird leader was murdered and I don't turn to stone any longer." Sebastian gave her the news in a nutshell, figuring she didn't know what was going on either. She didn't have any connections to the Guardian world without him but now she knew just about as much as he did. "I thought it was just the night after the masquerade. One really. Long. Night." He grimaced at the thought of it and then shook his head, going back into the fridge and pulling out the carton of milk that Alyson had in there. He didn't bother to get a glass or ask if it was okay. If she had a problem with it he'd just tell her to deal and go to the store later and get some more. He twisted off the cap and started to chug it right from the carton, his eyes turning to look at her standing there watching him. That's when he realized that he hadn't actually seen her or talked to her. He was talking at her but not directly to her.

Sebastian set the milk down on the counter and moved to Alyson and cupped her face in both of his hands and brought his face down to hers. He kissed her with all the strength he could muster, feeling like he hadn't seen her in months. The cuffs kept moving on his wrists and were uncomfortable but he didn't care. When he pulled away he put his forehead to hers and brushed her hair away from her face with one hand, the other staying put as his thumb stroked her cheek gently. "I wish I could have come back.. nobody touched you, did they? Did anyone hurt you?" If anyone laid a stone finger on her he would kill them. He'd show them how to truly torture someone.

[ALYSON MONTGOMERY]

"Snow had his little henchmen take me away to serve my punishment." Aly was in shock seeing him in the state he was in. His torso was beaten and bruised, covered in blood and much. She frowned watching him with pitiful eyes. As he moved past her towards the kitchen she noted his back was the same, maybe worse. He'd definitely been whipped judging by the scars. How had he gotten away? Why hadn't he healed? Those cuts looked like they'd been there for days and she knew he healed quickly.

Aly picked up his coat, which looked very feminine, and hung it over the arm of the couch, following him slowly towards her kitchen, but not really moving in towards him, still a little startled he was there and in that condition. "What day is it? How long have I been gone?" He was eyeing up the scones she'd made and she was suddenly glad she had something ready for him to eat. Who knew when the last time he'd eaten was. "Wednesday." She said softly, watching. "It's been four days.."

"This fucking darkness!" She was silent watching him eat and then drink the entire bottle of water. He was moving around just trying to find something to eat she assumed by the frantic way he poked around. It was odd seeing him this way and she held back, unsure how to approach him. He had been like a tornado that swept through and all she could do was stare. "So I've been told that the weather has been like it is for a while now. How long has it been since the masquerade again?" "Four days." She repeated, gripping the wall at the entrance of the kitchen.

"Well apparently the tree opened, the bird leader was murdered and I don't turn to stone any longer. I thought it was just the night after the masquerade. One really. Long. Night." His words confused her. This was definitely the trees doing? She had heard it cracked, she had heard the rumors, and she knew the story was true, but was that what definitely caused this whole mess? And someone had been murdered? Did it all go hand in hand? The last bit shocked her most; he couldn't turn to stone anymore. That.. was probably the craziest part. Wasn't that what he'd wanted? To be able to walk during the day? Was that why he hadn't healed? He was chugging her milk from the carton and she still had hardly uttered a word.

Finally his eyes landed on her and she felt her heart skip a beat. The whole time he'd been talking it was as if she wasn't even there. He could have just as easily been speaking with himself. He put the milk down and walked over to her. Aly gulped and stood up straighter, not hanging on the wall as much. His hands cupped her face and she sighed, leaning her head into his cool touch her sad eyes never leaving his. Then he kissed her.

Their kisses had been heated in the past but there was something different about this one. It was so raw and intense and she whimpered softly into his mouth, her hands coming and gripping his arms just about the shackles. She didn't stop him, or do anything but show how much she wanted it also despite the sour taste of his mouth. She didn't care; she wanted it.

Aly was out of breath when he finally pulled away and she allowed her head to rest against his, not realizing there were tears in her eyes. She was glad he was okay and she knew he would make fun of her, but she couldn't help how she felt, dammit. She could blame it on an eyelash if she needed.

"I wish I could have come back.. nobody touched you, did they? Did anyone hurt you?" It was what she wanted to hear; that he'd wanted to come back. She shook her head, her forehead rubbing against his. "No.. no one." She promised, gulping and she hesitated for a moment before she moved her lips back up to meet his. She was afraid to touch him, afraid she would hurt him, but she wanted his mouth on hers. Her arms came up and crossed behind his head, barely touching him though she kept him in place as her body moved close to his. She pulled her lips away to take a breath and bit her bottom lip quickly. "Do you, umm.. do you want to wash up? I can call in for some take out or something?" Her hand came back to her face and she rubbed her right eye with her palm, sniffling back the tears that had taken up a mind of their own. "Or... cook or.. are you okay? What can I do?" It wasn't like her to be so quick to want to take care of him, but she did. She felt partially responsible for him having been taken, and she wanted to make amends. She didn't like seeing him like this, so broken and bruised. "What do you want?"

[SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT]

"No.. no one." He was glad to hear that nobody had touched her and stroked her cheek gently as Aly kissed him this time. She wasn't giving him any lip or a hard time about anything. He had to say a part of him was relieved but then there was another part that just wanted her to scoff and roll her eyes at him. The more she touched him the gentler he became with her. Every touch stung but he ignored it, wanting to forget all about the pain that he'd felt over the course of the last few days.

"Do you, umm.. do you want to wash up? I can call in for some take out or something?" Take out and a hot bath. They both sounded great and he realized that he didn't have any other clothes except for what he was currently wearing. But because of the kind of person that Aly was, he was sure she'd have a pair of shorts for him to wear if he were to bathe. At least until he could clean his own pants and drawers since he'd been in them for four days. He knew he probably held a stench to him but his nose had grown accostomed to it. "Or... cook or.. are you okay? What can I do?" He wanted to laugh at the way she was acting. She wanted to help him out and usually he'd be barking orders at her, telling her exactly what he wanted. "What do you want?"

He reached a finger up and pressed it against her lips softly as a means to shush her. She liked to talk sometimes and Sebastian just didn't want to hear it. Even if she was being nice he wanted her to shut up for just a minute. "Too many question. I'm going to get cleaned up. Order some food and no I don't care what you get. Pizza, Chinese, whatever." Sebastian wasn't rolling his eyes and saying it in his usual snarky tone, he was soft spoken and he meant it. He was drained. He just didn't have the strength to talk to her the way he normally did, not that it was really a bad thing.

"I feel miserable," he confessed to her and pulled away so he could grab the milk carton and down some more before he put it back in the fridge. Warm milk was disgusting and he didn't want to leave it out to go bad. "I feel.. human." Sebastian cringed at the word and then followed with a shudder. At least this was what he thought it would feel like if he was human. He knew he still had a bit of strength left, but his endurance was all but diminished and he couldn't heal. His body ached and screamed at him and he was exhausted, something he'd never truly felt before.

"There's no sun so we're not turning to stone. Because we're not turning to stone we can't heal." It was like he was trying to work it out by talking it through but he was also trying to explain it to Alyson at the same time. "I'm going to use your bath. Come with me, talk to me." He didn't demand it of her but was more asking than anything.

[ALYSON MONTGOMERY]

His finger came to her mouth, silently shushing her. She pouted a little and looked deep into his eyes. He never liked when she spoke too much which bothered her. When Aly had something to say, eve, if it was asking what she could do, she didn't want to be quieted. She wondered if that would ever cease with him. At least he wasn't being cruel about it. "Too many question. I'm going to get cleaned up. Order some food and no I don't care what you get. Pizza, Chinese, whatever." It was strange seeing him this way. His words were those he would say normally but not with the same attitude. In fact there was no attitude in his tone.

"I feel miserable," She didn't want him to pull away, but he did, putting the milk away. Her eyes stayed on him, her palm coming to her other reddened eye to wipe the tears away before she folded her hands low on her torso. "I feel.. human." Aly gave a sad sort of laugh and rolled her eyes. "Try not to sound so disgusted by that." She grumbled, her hazel eyes coming back to him after she had briefly looked at the ceiling.

"There's no sun so we're not turning to stone. Because we're not turning to stone we can't heal." It made sense. The sun wasn't coming out right now, though she was certain it was there under the thick, dark smoke. The plants were going to be wilting soon if something wasn't done. Fortunately they didn't depend on the greenery in the city and there certainly weren't live animals in the city walls that needed the sunlight to live.

"I'm going to use your bath. Come with me, talk to me." She nodded, moving along with him to the bathroom. As he started her tub she went and pulled out a towel and a washcloth for him. She looked at the small rag and pulled out another realizing there was a lot for him to clean. She came back into the bathroom just in time to see him pulling off the rest of his clothes. She looked for a second before turning away bashfully. She knew he welcomed her eyes, but she didn't like seeing him so bruised and bloody, on top of that she wasn't completely comfortable just being around his naked self. She waited to hear him sink into the tub before turning back to him. "Let me just throw these into the wash for you. I'll be all but a minute." She promised, collecting his disgusting clothing. He would need to wear some of her things for the night. Night.. She just realized he should probably still be stone right now. That had to be her first clue and she had only just realized it.

She moved out of the bathroom, pulling her phone out and calling Tony's. She ordered a large supreme with a salad and garlic knots. After the wash was running she returned to the bathroom, looking at the sexy, battered prick in her tub. She sank to her knees by the tub and and shifted to sit with her legs out to the side as she leaned an arm on the ledge of the tub. She lowered her chin onto her arm and looked up at him with her large doe eyes. "So you can't change anymore? Isn't that what you wanted?" She asked softly, remembering he had wanted a ring that would allow him to do that. "Will you..." She licked her lips knowing he hated when she asked too many questions. "You can stay here.." She offered though it was obvious that he intended to and that she would let him. Her eyes moved away from his and to his chest. She allowed her eyes to roam over his chest, slowly letting them sink lower. The water was already dirty looking and she let her eyes pan the length of his body to his feet before turning her head away from him and resting her cheek on her arm with a sigh, her curls spilling into the tub. It was comforting having him there, which was ironic sine not very long ago he had the exact opposite affect on her. "Dinner will be here in thirty."

[SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT]

When Sebastian was in the bathroom he didn't care whether Alyson watched him undress or not. It wouldn't be the first time that she'd seen him in the buff and he was pretty sure it wouldn't be the last time either. He didn't care if the tub was only a third of the way filled, he stepped in anyway and sat down. The warm water covered his legs when he stretched them out, slowly he slid down in the tub so he could rest his neck against the back of the porcelain tub. "Let me just throw these into the wash for you. I'll be all but a minute."

When Alyson left him there in the tub he waited until the water filled nearly to the point of overflowing before he reached up with his foot and turned the handle to shut the water off. It didn't take long for the water to turn a murky color from all the dirt and blood that was coming off of his body. But while she was gone his eyes slid shut and he felt like he was going to drift off when he heard her coming back in. Not that it mattered, the most he could muster would be a very light doze. He couldn't fall into a deep sleep, even when he tried it just didn't work. "So you can't change anymore? Isn't that what you wanted?" "No." He told her glumly and slid back up to a sitting position in the tub, slumped forward almost like he was too tired to sit there straight. "You're not completely wrong, but this isn't what I wanted. I wanted to be able to stop myself from turning to stone when I felt like it, not have it taken away from me. We don't sleep. We don't need to when we turn to stone." Fuck was he tired.

"Will you..." He looked over to her and raised a brow, waiting to hear what she had to say. "You can stay here.." Sebastian didn't want to ask her to stay. Mainly because he'd already been beaten down and all he had left was his pride. If he asked if he could stay with her then what would be have? He planned on just.. not leaving, but when she actually told him that it was okay for him to stay his features softened a bit more. "..Thanks. I don't have anywhere else to go." If he was careful he could probably slip back to the hotel or call up his sister and make her come get him, but he didn't want to deal with Prestine right now. He wanted to get washed up and be with Alyson. "Dinner will be here in thirty." He hesitated before nodding again and grabbing for the washcloth.

As relaxing as the warm water felt, he knew he was pretty much just sitting there in a tub filled with dirt and blood. So he pulled the plug in the tub, drew the curtain and then turned the nozzle once again. This time he turned on the shower. But when the water hit him he grimaced, letting out a sharp groan and gritting his teeth. It stung but it only made him hurry to get clean and not ten minutes rolled by that he was finishing up and reaching for the towel and draping it around his waist. When he stepped out of the shower he looked a lot more like himself. Maybe a little paler but his cuts were clean and he was ready to just forget all about what happened.

When he was sure he wouldn't slip on the floor he moved across the small bathroom, still dripping wet and came straight to Alyson. Now that he wasn't dirty and didn't have that sweat mixed with dirt and blood stench he didn't feel so bad about being close to her. He touched her chin and gently tipped her head back so he could plant a lingering kiss on her lips. When he pulled back he didn't go far keeping his nose close to hers so they were barely touching. He wanted to look into those doe eyes of hers. ".. I missed you. I worried about you and you were all I thought about.." Never in a million years would he have confessed this to her if he was himself. Yes, he would have felt that way and he would have thought about her, but he wouldn't let her know it. Sebastian was too tired and didn't have the strength to be a jackass to her right now. He wanted to let her know what she meant to him.

[ALYSON MONTGOMERY]

She was a little confused with what he wanted. He wanted it both ways it seemed but that just didn't seem right. Aly didn't say anything about it, though. She felt sad for him when he said he had nowhere else to go, too. It made her feel even more guilty because in a way she had allowed him to get taken in the first place. This could have all been avoided, but she reminded herself that he had taken her in the first place, and he'd dragged her to that dance at the museum. He had no one to blame but himself. It wasn't her job to bend over and let him fuck her...but she did sort of want him to.

She sat there quietly with him until he pulled the plug. She sat up and when it was clear he was going to shower she moved from beside the tub to perched on the toilet. She didn't know if he wanted her in there, but he didn't kick her out so he must. Should she say something? What could she say? Need help? heh heh. No, she just sat awkwardly on the toilet, her hands clasped together between her knees, her ankles darting out awkwardly to the side. She looked around the bathroom and sighed, listening to the water beat down on him and the floor below unsure what to say or do.

She considered their relationship. He had nowhere to go but here. Was he using her? Since he's come back he's genuinely been kind to her. For the most part.. There was that whole fight at the masquerade, but she had instigated it, that was for sure. They were definitely the odd couple. Were they a couple? Her brows knitted as she thought it all over and sighed just as the water turned off. She perked up and looked at the curtains as they pulled back, watching as Sebastian draped the towel around himself and stepped out of the shower. He still looked battered but more like himself than he had upon walking through her door.

She looked away bashfully for a moment, but as he approached her she looked back up. He touched her chin and she leaned into his hand as he tilted her head back, making her heart race. His kiss was sweet and it gave her chills. When he pulled away slightly her eyes opened to look into his. He had such beautiful eyes... ".. I missed you. I worried about you and you were all I thought about.." His words sounded genuinely sincere and she gulped, furrowing her brows again as she pouted a little. How could he say something so sweet? After all the terrible things, he occasionally threw her something like this that made all the bad things right again.

Her lips came back to his a little roughly, her hands moving up to his neck, sliding around so her fingers touched at the back of his neck just barely. She stood so he wasn't hunched anymore, kissing him hard and deep. She didn't give a fuck anymore that he'd kidnapped her. Whatever. They had this thing and she wasn't going to fucking fight it anymore. She tilted her head back more as she stepped into him, her body pressing against his as her arms wrapped around his head, keeping him close, her fingers gliding through his sopping hair. She didn't know how tired he was, or what sort of energy he had, but she wanted him, and she wanted him badly. Her needy kiss was proof enough of that.

Aly let her mouth open, her tongue moving along his lips until she felt his own glide against it. She pulled one of her arms free, moving it down their bodies and gripping the towel, giving it a little yank to free it from his waist. If that wasn't enough for him to know what she wanted, Alyson wasn't sure what would be.

[SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT]

Alyson was such an odd little thing in Sebastian's mind. The times he let his guard down and told her how he felt she'd pout at him like he'd just ruined her day. Then again he knew he had ruined her life for a short period of time. That's what he did. He was a destroyer and everything he touched fell apart. Sometimes he hated himself for it and then other times he found it to be a great feat. It took hard work to build something up but it was a lot harder to break it all down and walk away unscathed. He knew this wouldn't be one of those times, though. Maybe it was the exhaustion or the soreness of his body but he was emotionally weakened as well and he started to actually feel bad for the things that he'd put this human through.

The pout didn't stay on Alyson's pretty little face for long since she advanced on him, her lips locking with his and her hands coiling around his neck to hold him close. The neediness of her lips took him by surprise. It had been their thing, when they fought and he tried to seduce her she'd kiss him in this way. But in this very moment that wasn't what was on his mind. He wanted her.. he always wanted her, but that wasn't the motive of his kind words this time around. Not that he was going to complain.

Sebastian's arms slipped behind her back and he pressed her closer, wanting nothing more than to hold her for as long as he possibly could. The fresh cuts burned when she was against him but he ignored it. Parting her lips with his own he let his tongue explore her mouth, matching her neediness with his own desires and yearning for the damn girl. And when her hand came down and forced the towel to drop down to the ground it was obvious just how much she really wanted him.

Pulling his face away his cold eyes looked down into her own so he could see her expression. Was there pain? Lust? They'd been here before and every single time she'd pulled away from him, asking him to stop right before it got too heated. He leaned in and pressed his forehead down against hers and shut his eyes as he let out a ragged sigh. "I don't have the strength to stop this time.." she would know what he meant so he didn't bother to try and explain it. "..don't torment me.. yes.. or no? Tell me now."

[ALYSON MONTGOMERY]

When Alyson pulled the towel away Sebastian pulled his face away, looking down into her eyes, searching them for some hidden meaning. She bit her lip, gazing up, their faces still so close. Sebastian sighed, his head leaning down and pressing his forehead to hers as his eyes shut. She wasn't ready.. that's what he'd said at the masquerade, wasn't it? Was he ready? Would it all be over if she caved?

"I don't have the strength to stop this time.." His voice sounded almost pained. "..don't torment me.. yes.. or no? Tell me now."

Alyson gulped. She wanted him.. She was tired of playing games, and she wanted him! She briefly pondered if she would change her mind once things started getting heated and made the conscious decision then and there that she would go through with it this time.

Alyson pulled her arms away from from him and grabbed the hem of her shirt. She pulled it up over her head, and dropping it onto the bathroom floor before reaching her hands up to cup his cheeks. "Yes." She all but whispered against his lips before kissing him again. The hunger she felt made her stomach twist and turn, hardly believing she was going through with it all. This was it.. she was finally going to sleep with Sebastian! "Bed.." She half whined against his mouth as she nudged him towards the door. "Now."

[SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT]

Sebastian had to take a step away from Alyson when she started to lift her shirt over her head so that he wouldn't knock into her elbows. "Yes." Her hands were warm and her lips soft against his. "Bed.." He was already undressed.. "Now." She nudged him out of the bathroom and he grabbed hold of her by the wrist and pulled her along. But when they were out in the hallway he pressed her up against the wall wedging her between his body and the wall as his lips found hers once more. He'd been deprived of her for four days and he needed her now.

A hand came up to cup her breast and gave it a little squeeze before moving up to her neck. He pulled his lips away just enough so that he could let them hover close but not touching, his nose brushing against hers. His thumb came to rest just at the base of her throat while his fingers curled around to the back of her neck, it almost looked as if he was going to try to strangle her but he didn't apply any pressure. He just wanted to make sure she stayed put as he tilted his head to the side and his lips came to the other side of her neck, taking in her sweet essence and sending kissed down her neck to her shoulder hungrily.

When he was satisfied he'd kissed every inch of that side of her he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her further towards the bedroom. Never had the distance between the bathroom and the bed been so far. But now that he knew he was going to get her he wanted to make sure he got her in there and undressed before she changed her mind.

As they arrived in the bedroom he reached out for her again and turned her around so that her back was to the bed. Her new bed was definitely an improvement and they hadn't even gotten onto it yet. Already from the sight of it he was sure it was much more comfortable and larger. He could also see a few other things around the room that were new. "I'm glad you've been having fun with my credit card," he said and then pushed her down onto the bed. Tired or not he was definitely waking up now.

[ALYSON MONTGOMERY]

Alyson had no problem with him dragging her along and sucked in a sharp breath when he stopped in the hallway, pressing her against the wall. Her head leaned against the wall as she panted slightly, looking up into his eyes before he kissed her again. When his hand groped her chest she didn't stop him, but there was a part of her that still wanted to. She told it to shut its fucking whore mouth, though. She wanted this too badly to let that inner bitch come out and ruin it all again.

The girl fidgeted slightly as his hand moved up to her throat, making her open her eyes continue staring up at him. Her lips remained parted, her breaths shallow as she focused on the delicate way he touched her face and neck. She waited for his mouth to mash against hers once more, but he moved to her neck and she let out a soft moaning breath. There was no denying he knew how to use his mouth. He was an expert in her experience with him. His kisses trailed down from her neck to her shoulder, leaving her hot and needy for more.

Her neck tingled still as he pulled her to the bedroom and then moved in such a way that she was facing him, her back to the bed. This was it... she was actually going to go through with it and she was terrified of what would happen after he'd had his fill of her. She wanted to believe he wouldn't disappear but she couldn't be sure. It didn't matter, though. What mattered was that she had him there, now, and she was going to take advantage of it.

"I'm glad you've been having fun with my credit card," He taunted before pushing her back onto the bed. Alyson allowed herself to fall back, pushing herself up on her elbows to look at him; truly look at him for the first time. Her gaze didn't shy away as her eyes roamed freely over his complete nakedness. "I'm glad I wore the nice underwear you stole for me." She shot back, biting her lip and feeling a little bashful but starved for him at the same time. She leaned back, her head tilting a little to the side so she could watch him as her fingers moved to the button of her jeans and undid them. She slipped the zipper down and bent her knees up, using her feet as leverage to get her ass off the bed so she could pull the pants over them. She kept pulling her knees up, bringing them close to her torso as she slowly removed her jeans, tossing them to the floor and then lowering over of her legs. She laid there biting her bottom lip, her cheeks and neck flushed with her embarrassment, one knee propped while the other pointed at him.

"What do you think?" She fished, letting her eyes stay on his so she could simply continue to watch his reaction. There was no turning back now.

[SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT]

"I'm glad I wore the nice underwear you stole for me." His eyes wandered down to her jeans, to where he knew her groin to be and tried to imagine what she had on under those pants of hers. He was sure they got more than one pair and although he couldn't remember what they looked like he knew they were from Victoria's Secret. They were going to be sexy no matter what color they were.

On cue she started to undo her pants. He watched her hips rise and then fall to the bed again as she slipped out of her jeans and gave him a nice view. Of course she had a wonderful view of him in all of his naked glory. Naturally, Sebastian wasn't ashamed of his body and he'd gladly pose nude for a class of aspiring artists. Just like one of their french girls.

The way Alyson laid there half naked biting her lip was enough to get a rise out of him. Literally. "What do you think?" Sebastian stepped closer, still standing there and letting his shins bump against the framing of the bed. Leaning over her he reached for her hips and dragged her closer to the edge of the bed. "I think I can't wait any longer."

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[SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT]

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Sebastian rolled himself off of her, his body covered in a layer of sweat and his muscles exhausted from the work out he'd just received. He knew he wasn't up to par but the whole experience felt good for him and he could only hope that it was the same for Alyson. Normally he'd know that she enjoyed it. But this time had just been different. Maybe he was blaming too much of it on being exhaustion. Maybe it was performance anxiety. It didn't matter now. It had felt great and he was exhausted as hell and he felt like he needed another shower.

His breathing was still labored as he laid beside her on his side and looking down at her. He reached up and brushed a few wild curls away from her forehead before leaning in and pressing his lips against her forehead softly. "Now was that so bad?" He asked sarcastically before he kissed her forehead again.

[ALYSON MONTGOMERY]

When Sebastian finished Aly heaved a heavy sigh. They had officially had sex. On her bed. That he'd bought her. Somehow it seemed almost dirty, like he had paid for it in a way. She was glad it was over, though. Not because she didn't like it, but it was officially out of the way so she could stop thinking about what it would be like or how awkward it would be. It wasn't nearly as horrible as she expected. Awkward wise, that is. She had a feeling Sebastian would be good in the sack, and he had proven that. She chastised herself for analyzing it all so soon after he finished.

She was laying on the bed, panting with her head facing the ceiling, her knees still bent upwards in the same direction. She felt Sebastian's gaze but didn't meet it until she felt his hand wiping her sweaty curls from her forehead. She turned her head slightly in his direction as he leaned in, pecking the skin he'd just cleared of her curls. Her eyes shut at the tender gesture, sighing and absorbing it. That is until he opened his damn mouth. "Now was that so bad?" He asked sarcastically and kissed her forehead once more, prompting Aly to roll her eyes.

"Don't ruin it, you ass." She growled back and took a few deep breaths, nuzzling her face lightly against his, liking the feel of his lips on her forehead. Aly turned onto her side to face him, curling an arm under her head and looking into his eyes. She hated that she cared for him. Hell, she liked him even. "And don't think I'm going to just put out all the time now, either." She poked his chest, though the corners of her lips quirked up ever so slightly, giving away that she wasn't being completely serious, just a little bit.

"So.." She asked softly. "Are you staying with me now?" She looked down at the shackles on his wrists and pursed her lips. "How did you get away?" She asked even more softly, afraid of him lashing back with his usual you ask too many questions. She couldn't help if she was curious.