"It's all just going down 7th street, taking the train, and then straight to fucking shit." Sebastian complained loudly, his jaw set in a grimace.
Estella mumbled in agreement, flipping through her flashcards as she studied for the Botanic test that she had at college the next day. She cannot remember what the brunet was even talking about, but she knows that it was not anything that he was supposed to be concentrating on. It had been understood that he would come and hang out at her place on the condition that he studies for his own exams, but it seems that a long-winded story about his stepfather, once again, dominated conversation.
She had not paid the slightest attention on it all, and, for his turn, the boy barely noticed either, as she punctuated the intermissions in his talking with the occasional mutter of "mhm" and "yeah, I totally get that".
"Like, what the fuck am I supposed to do, you know?" He grumbled.
A puff of smoke fanned her face and her nose scrunched as she waved it away, frustrated. He had acquired the habit of smoking recently, from some deadbeats in college, but it sometimes feels that it has completely taken over his personality, as it is very rare anyone can find him without a lit cigarette on his fingers.
Estella let out a heavy sigh. "Sebastian, honey, I swear that I get what you're saying, and I don't mind you venting too much, but you could at least make an effort not to be so needy. It's getting really damn hard to concentrate with you putting your hand on my thigh! Can we please focus on what we're supposed to be doing now?"
"Sorry, babe." Sebastian lifted the nub of a cigarette from his lips, blowing a thin line of smoke from the corner of his mouth, but, crucially, not taking his hand away at any point. "Actually, you know what? I'm not sorry at all. You need a break."
The girl sighed exasperatedly. Ever since she befriended the town emo, as he himself tends to put it, on the bus that take them every day to Zuzu City and their college classes, she found herself submitting to the simplest things. Her mother, overbearing and prejudiced as she is, has a point when she says that the boy is turning her head around.
He wanted her to ditch class and watch him throw back a beer while tinkering with some random stuff at his garage? She is on board, ready to watch the two-hour online lecture afterward while he bugged her. He wants to feel like a big boy by slaying his friends on pool? There she is every Friday evening, even if she is yet to pocket a single ball. He wants to have an impromptu adventure at some seedy and obscure part of the city? She is already at the bus stop, waiting for him.
Now, he wanted Estella to stop studying for the quiz that was worth a quarter of her final grade? Her flashcards could not be tossed aside quick enough. If anyone could see it, she would feel rather pathetic.
Putting out the cigarette on the ashtray she bought for him, and that she covertly empties on the fields while her mother and grandfather are not looking, he rolled over, placing a chaste kiss on her lips.
"So, how do you want it tonight? Missionary? From behind? Oh, wait!" He paused, kissing her once again, eliciting a laugh from her. "Are you in the mood to try something new? Maybe some reverse cowgirl shit?"
The farmer's granddaughter shook her head, unable to keep the smile off her face as she suppresses a laugh, and carded a hand through his hair. She does not miss how he subtly leaned into her touch, the small sincere smile that quirks ever so slightly on the corner of his lips.
"Yoba, Sebastian, do you kiss your mother with that mouth? Why do you have to make everything so dirty, huh?" She asks, amused at his readiness to just get on with the hanky-panky.
Sebastian leaned down, nipping at her neck, and she could feel his smirk against her skin when she released a breathy moan.
"Nope. Actually, I only kiss you. Come on, sweetheart! Are you really telling me that you don't like it?" He dismisses it as if it was an absurd claim. "I'm pretty sure you fucking love it and it's just too proud to admit it."
"Oh?" She sat up and pushed him off of her, smirking in her transitory position of power. "Are you sure? Like, absolutely positive?"
Sebastian pulled her onto his lap, hands resting at her hips. He loved little moments like this. It was completely effortless, natural, as they fall into a familiar and comfortable rhythm, even if they relationship is relatively new. It was refreshing not having some complicated bullshit to deal with later.
Their relationship was simple, sweet, and everything he claimed he never wanted out of life. Yet, here was, fucking craving it all every minute the two of them were apart.
"Yeah, I'm sure. You want to bet on it, princess?" His lips curled into that Yoba-awful half-smirk he constantly donned on his face as he leaned his head back to look at her. "I'm sure you'd lose, though."
Estella scoffed in dismissal, pulling her shirt over her head. His hands, warm despite the room's coolness, shot up to her breasts. He seemed focused as he bounced them up and down like a game of hot potato.
"No bra? Nice." He hummed, aroused.
The girl chuckled at him. "Yeah, as if you weren't staring at the nipples stiffing out of my shirt when you kicked the AC on earlier."
His laugh was the only response as he jutted his hips up from below her, cocking an eyebrow and smirking at the soundless gasp that escaped her.
"So, are we going to do this or not?"