Please see chapter one for all warnings etc…

Make My Heart Start Beating

17

Juggling cooking the waffles, making my grapefruit and brewing coffee I don't have a lot of time to think and then Sebastian is there leaning against a counter top watching me, and he's wearing his pants again.

Self conscious I smile at him set the table and start serving his food, that is another thing I remember about Sebastian, he has amazing timing, mostly to upset me or make my life hell but still its amazing timing.

Savouring my grapefruit I'm fascinated at the speed the waffles are demolished, he's nearly as fast as Finn but much neater. Chasing the last piece around his plate he sighs and sits back with his coffee.

"Better?" I ask nervously unsure of what to do next.

"Much," he stares openly at me, "Those waffles were good."

"Thank you," I preen at the praise and then blink, I'm not used to praise from him. "Did you want anything else this morning?"

"You," he states and I choke on my grapefruit slice, he's back to smirking but it's a hungry smirk.

"Oh, um," is he playing with me? It's hard to tell but my heart is beating quickly in my chest and I swallow even more nervous than before.

"Well you did say it was a date, I do think it's a bit forward, breakfast at your house when no one else is home," he raises a lazy eyebrow at me.

"What? It's not forward you were already in bed with me…" And now that I think about it.

Leaning forward he puts his elbows on the table sipping his drink and giving me a superior look.

Huffing in annoyance I stab a grapefruit piece and chew on it. Damn him, how does he do that all the time, nothing seems to get to him, well except that time with David and just now in bed when he told me a snippet about his mother.

Hmm.

He's a guy. Guys bond over things like video games, there are even some of Finn's that I don't mind playing too much but he tends to sulk because I beat him at them so much. "I could brave Finn's room and go borrow a console so we can play video games, or there's a wall of movies and TV series to choose from," I offer.

"Movie," is his only answer.

"Okay, if you want to pick one out I'll clean up and join you," and try and work out what you're up to.

Washing up and leaving everything to drain I walk through to find a pile of movies on the coffee table. And Sebastian's already loading one.

Perching delicately on the sofa I catch sight of myself in the window and then hurriedly run my fingers through my hair, I've not even showered this morning, what is he going to think of me? A weight hits the sofa to my side and then Sebastian is enfolding me in his arms and he tips us over so we fall to the sofa.

"Sebastian what are you doing?"

"Cuddling, plus your hair looks wild like that, like you've been doing some very debauched things in the night," a kiss drops on the nape of my neck and then he nuzzles me. I let his comments go for now.

We lay spooning on the sofa, his hands never wander once, and we watch Indiana Jones. Halfway through the first movie I realise he's mouthing some of the words, it seems I've learnt something interesting about him after all.

Then we watch the second one and then the third when his stomach rumbles loudly again. He won't let me make him lunch until it's finished, only then does he let me go.

Making him a traditional lunch of sandwiches with a side order of fruit I pour him some lemonade. Putting it all on the table I look up in time to see him stroll in.

"How do you do that?" I ask him.

"Do what?" He sits and pulls his plate possessively towards him.

"Know the exact moment to turn up every single time," I sit on my own chair, "You just breeze in and it's the right moment."

"I do?" And he's smirking at me.

"Yes you do. If it was me I'd be hanging around outside trying to work out the right moment and miss it," he just shrugs and takes another bite of his sandwich.

It's a very uncomfortable lunch, he doesn't say anything to me, he stares at me, intently. Almost any other encounter we've bickered or argued or I've done my best to ignore him, I'm really not sure what to do with him at the moment.

Finishing my very small sandwich, because I wasn't that hungry, the ice-cream and pizza from yesterday at the forefront of my mind, I reach for the pear on the table, "No," is all he says and I blink at him in astonishment. "Not yet, please Kurt."

It's the please that decides me and I pull my hand back. We end up staring at each other and I study his face and the few freckles that are on show. Brushing his fingers to get rid of the crumbs he actually tells me, "Okay I'm done, you can wash up now."

Oh really. I lift my eyebrow and bristle to start arguing when he smiles gently at me, "I thought we were still on a date, and I so want my dessert."

Annoyed at him I take his plate and glass and then start washing up. I might not be a woman but I can see why they complain they get treated badly by male chauvinists.

Arms slide around me and I go to shrug him off when he kisses my neck, "God you look sexy all angry and riled up like that," the bastard has upset me on purpose, his hands rub my body as he nips his teeth on my ear.

That feels far too good and I can't stay angry at him.

"Hmm, I knew you'd want things to be tidy before I got my dessert," a hand squeezes my ass and then something is waved in front of my eyes, its one of the unopened lubes from upstairs, "I figured we'd start with the boring stuff and work our way up to the flavoured ones, make sure neither of us is allergic."

"Err..." I'm getting a feeling I know what he considers dessert to be today, the lube vanishes, and the tube is popped even as his hand is yanking my yoga pants down, "Sebastian," I protest very slightly but then his finger is there and pushing in, I don't fight it, I don't want to fight it.

"Yes Kurt? Did you want something?" His finger moves and prods my prostate making my hands spasm and drop the knife I'd used on the butter earlier, I whimper gripping the edge of the sink as he does it again. "Sorry Kurt I can't hear you properly you keep making these delicious noises. Noises I'm hungry for."

"S...Sebastian," I try to form a sentence as his other hand plunges into the front of my yoga pants to squeeze my hardening cock, "Sebastian," I buck in his expert hands.

It's been too long. Those damn dreams aren't helping me regain control of my body as his sensual attack overloads my brain. His mouth is on my neck biting and sucking seemingly finding every nerve that's tied into my cock that's being fondled by him.

A second finger slips inside me and I hiss grinding my hips back to take more, "That's it Tiger," he encourages, and then he bites down firmly on my neck, it should hurt, it does hurt but in a good way. Since when do I like that? And he's going to leave a mark there.

"Sebastian!" I yell and he twists his fingers so I claw at the sink to steady myself.

Stretching me out he gets a third finger into me, "So tight Tiger, so tight for me, you're going to be the best dessert aren't you!" He grunts in my ear as I whine wordlessly agreeing with him. "Going to have you all laid out on that table for me."

Table? My wrecked brain can only think of the kitchen table. He wouldn't, would he?

A/N: Sorry for any and all mistakes, I've tried to catch those I could, but I'm only human.