Chapter 17

We're messing around in the sound booth again tonight, getting deep into the songwriting. The song is coming together though.

I'm seriously impressed with Sebastian's guitar skills. His hands are so big that he can pretty much play anything he wants on the instrument. I'm only extremely jealous.

We harmonize on different lines together and I record all of it. I'm sitting at the mixing desk, playing back the parts we've recorded, and I'm surprised at how well our voices sound together. We both have pretty low ranges, and it creates such a lovely timbre, the richness of our two sounds.

It gives me an idea, so I hop up, moving back into the sound booth. "Come on, I wanna try something on the guitar."

I drag him into the booth with me and pick up the guitar. I sling the strap over my shoulder, not bothering to sit. I ask him to give me a second to figure it out. Then I play a little riff that I had in mind.

"Oh, I like that." He listens, closing his eyes as I play it again. "Try moving your fourth finger up to the fifth fret on high ‘e' and see how that sounds."

I try what he asks, laughing as my finger is nowhere near long enough to hit the fifth fret.

"I physically can't do that." I really do believe he is oblivious to how small my hands are compared to his.

"Sure you can!" Sebastian moves behind me, I rest my arms as he plays around me to show what he means. His warmth envelops me, and I try to focus on what he is doing instead of leaning into that feeling.

"I knew what you meant, I just can't physically do it." I shove his hand aside and show him how pathetically far my finger will actually go. He tugs on it for me, seeing if he can stretch it out that way.

Sebastian burst out laughing. "OK, I'm sorry. You were so right, your hands are…"

I look up at him, turning a little. His words fading off as I stare into his bright green eyes. Sebastian leans forward, and I think that I'm going to let the kiss happen this time. I'm ready for it.

Except the bastard pulls away, clearing his throat. I slip the guitar over my head, frustrated that we have failed at this yet again. I don't even know why we are fighting this anymore. Everyone already thinks we are dating, we spend most of our time together, why not try it for real?

I grip Sebastian's hand, pulling him back to me. I set the guitar on the stand so I can give him my full attention.

"Why are we fighting this?" I ask him, simply.

He looks conflicted at my words, his hands trembling as he lifts them to cup my face. I close my eyes briefly at the contact, a sigh escaping me.

"I don't know…" his voice is a soft whisper. I open my eyes to see his are much closer than before. The glowing orbs searching mine.

His lips brush mine gently, and my eyes flutter closed. It feels like coming home after being away for an eternity.

"Sebastian," I sigh into his mouth.

His hands pull away from my face and I almost whine at the lack of contact. Until they grip my waist, easily lifting me up off the floor. I wrap my legs around him and my skirt rides up. Sebastian grips my bare ass as he pulls me to him.

This time when we kiss it's on another level entirely. His kisses are voracious, and I let him take charge. He pushes me against the wall, the foam of the acoustic panels pressing against me.

I cup his face in one hand, as my other grips his hair tightly. God, I have been dying to touch Sebastian's hair like this for so long now. His teasing tongue gently parts my lips and I melt against him as he thrusts it into my mouth.

He grinds his hips against mine, and I can feel the hard length of him pressed against me. I gasp at the friction, and he pulls back slightly to check that I am OK. I lean forward and kiss him again, grinding against him more. It feels phenomenal, the hard pressure on my clit and the butterflies in my stomach from our kisses is almost too much.

Sebastian pulls away a little, pressing his forehead to mine and giving me a chance to take a breath. My chest is heaving and I feel a little lightheaded. I giggle softly, and he joins me. He shifts me slightly, so that only one of his hands is holding me up. His newly freed hand tucks some of my hair behind my ear and then he caresses my cheek.

I stroke my hands through his hair and we just smile at one another. I feel dazed, in a dream like state. I'm almost worried that I'm going to wake up and see that it's all been a dream. But the solid weight of him pressed against me assures me that this is no dream.

"We're both idiots," I tell him, smoothing a hand down his chest. "I am so sorry for not doing this sooner."

Sebastian smiles, kissing me again, like he can't quite believe it's real.

"Are you hungry?" He asks me. "I'm not ready to say goodbye to you tonight yet. And I'm sure you're going to need to eat dinner soon."

"I could eat." I stroke his hair, my hand wandering to trace the scales on his neck. I love being able to touch him freely like this.

I realize that we can't exactly go to a restaurant together. Hmm… I'll take him back to my place. Maybe I'll even be able to convince him to stay the night.