#midnightseance

“Uh huh, that’s what I thought,” you exclaimed.  “Do I get a retry since you made me miss?” you asked, lifting your eyebrow at him as you turned, leaning against the stick in your hand.

“Yeah alright,” he conceded with a huff.  “Since you’re a beginner and all that.”

“Isn’t that sweet of you,” you cooed, pressing a kiss to his cheek before turning back to the pool table.  Eyeing where the two ball had ended up, you circled the table for a better angle before leaning over and lining up your shot, feeling Luke’s gaze on you.

“Oh my God, I did it!” you exclaimed, feigning surprised when you knocked the ball perfectly into the pocket, turning back to grin widely at him.

“Yeah well, beginner’s luck,” he said with a shrug.  

“Does that mean I get another turn?” you asked, thought you already knew you did.

“Yep, go again,” Luke prompted, and this time when you bent over across from him, you smirked as you caught him peering at your cleavage, nearly distracting him from the fact that you’d sunk another ball.

“Wait, what?” he exclaimed as you circled the table again, assessing your options.  “You gotta be kiddin’ me!”

“Say, this is more fun than I thought it’d be,” you teased, this time missing on purpose, just to make him feel a little better and not raise his suspicions too much just yet.

“See, I knew your little lucky streak had t’end sometime,” he chuckled, taking his shot, the cue ball glancing off the ball he was aiming for and going straight into the pocket instead.

“At least you got something in,” you said, fighting back a grin.  The frustration on Luke’s face was almost too much, and you had to press your face to the back of his shoulder to keep from laughing.

Growling under his breath, he pulled the ball back out and set it on the table, explaining to you that that wasn’t supposed t’happen, begrudgingly letting you take your turn, and by the time you got to the eight ball, Luke watched with his arms crossed over his chest, sulking.

“I’m startin’ t’get the feelin’ you’re a lot better at pool than y’let on.”

“Hey, you were the one who started making’ assumptions just cause I was a girl, that I’d never played pool before, so I merely went along with it,” you pointed out.  “Eight ball to corner pocket,” you specified, pointing with your stick to the right corner and Luke rolled his eyes, no doubt hoping you’d miss.

When it fell in, teetering on the edge for a moment, he threw his hands up.  “Yeah alright, y’won, so what?” he exclaimed as you turned around to lean back against the edge of the table, catching his t-shirt and pulling him to you.

“Y’know, even though I already knew how to play, I really enjoyed your hands on approach t’teachin’ me earlier,” you purred, letting your pool stick fall so you could snake your arms around Luke’s neck, letting him press you back against the table, caging you in with his arms as he leaned over you.

“Oh, yeah?” he asked, his lips brushing yours.

“Mhmm,” you hummed, your eyes flicking up to his.  “I was thinking we should do that again, except this time when you bend me over the table, we won’t be wearing any clothes.”

At your words, you heard Luke’s breath catch and he slowly wet his lips.  “I fuckin’ like that idea,” he growled, and you grinned as his lips collided with yours, moaning into his mouth as he deepened the kiss, pressing his hips into yours as he fumbled to unbutton your pants.

“I wouldn’t go that far, but I do love me some good horror,” you answered with a smirk and Nathan frowned.  

“If that’s true, then why d’yeh get so freaked out every time I die?” he asked, poking you in the side.  To this you drew yourself up, jabbing him right back.

“Hey!  You know for a fact that’s different!” you huffed indignantly.  Even if logically I know y’can’t die, it still hurts havin’ t’watch it happen,” you snapped, knowing damn well he knew what that felt like, being on the other end of it a couple times now.

Nathan sombered at your words, throwing his hands up in surrender before drawing you back to his side.  “Alrigh’, alrigh’, point made,” he grumbled, grabbing a handful of popcorn to shove into his mouth.

“Thank you, now quiet,” you hissed, settling back in, “th’movie’s about to start.”

About thirty minutes in you began to suspect Nathan wasn’t even really paying attention, his gaze continuously wandering over to you as his hand began to wander as well.  Ignoring him the best you could, you focused on the movie, every so often gently picking up his hand and moving it, amused at his growing impatience.

“[y/n],” he murmured, a hint of a whine in his lilting voice and you finally turned to look at him, giving him your full attention.

“Yes?” you asked innocently, cocking an eyebrow at him, fighting back an amused grin at the pout on his lips.

“Don’t tell me you’re really not in th’mood for a little makeout sesh?” he asked indignantly, shooting you a knowing look.  “I mean, the night is young, th’moon is full,” he exclaimed dramatically, gesturing to the sliding glass door where indeed the full moon could be seen hanging low in the sky.  “So what’re you gunna do with me?”

Shaking your head ruefully, no longer able to keep the coy grin from your face, you pushed him to his back, moving the popcorn bowl to climb astride him, leaning closer.  

“You’re lucky I’ve already seen this movie before,” you murmured, pressing your lips to his while teasingly shifting your hips to grind against him, bringing a soft groan to his lips, which you eagerly swallowed, taking the opportunity to deepen the kiss.

“Y’know, you never answered my question,” Nathan pointed out, his hands gliding under your shirt, pushing it up to bare your midriff.  Smirking, you shed it, tossing it to the floor, the movie playing on forgotten as Nathan’s hands eagerly traveled up your back, reaching for the clasp of your bra as you leaned over him once again, kissing his neck.

“You--really--wanna know--what I’m gunna--do--with you?” you asked between open mouthed kisses against his pulse point, the last kiss turning to a sharp bite as you listened to the movie, waiting for your cue to strike.

Distracted, Nathan still fumbled with your bra.  “Yeah, I do,” he insisted, and with an evil grin you sat up abruptly, grabbing his sides where you knew he was most ticklish right during the big jumpscare and Nathan screamed in alarm, rolling off the couch with you to land on the floor with a grunt in a tangled mess of limbs, the popcorn flying everywhere.

“Jaysus fuck!” he exclaimed, trying to catch his breath and untangle himself while you laughed breathlessly, collapsing against him, laughing too hard to get up.

“Evil!” Nathan cried indignantly, bristling at your laughter, though his arms found their way around you, pulling you closer.  “You little minx!” he exclaimed as your peals of laughter began to subside.

“Oh, I got you good!” you gasped.  

“Oh, ha ha, yes,” Nathan replied, unamused, though he fought a grin.  “Are y’proud of yourself?”

“Yes, very,” you answered, rolling toward him and running your finger down the bridge of his nose.

“Mhmm, laugh it up,” he murmured, rolling on top of you and pinning you under him, “cause payback’s a bitch!”

“Hey c’mon man, no,” Sean exclaimed, biting back a grin until he caught his friend’s eyes and they both snorted, dissolving into laughter.  

“Yeah, uh huh,” Derek commented skeptically, amusement thick in his voice.

“It’s gunna be too cold out for that Derek,” Sean countered, rolling his eyes.  “I need t’make some hot chocolate to bring,” he mused, making a mental list of everything he’d need to get around for the night.

“Yeah well, bring lots of blankets, I dunno,” Derek replied with a shrug.  “You can get frisky under a blanket.”

Sean gave him a long suffering look, but he couldn’t stop grinning for long, the idea rather tempting.

“Well, either way, I hope you two lovebirds have fun.”

“Thanks man,” Sean replied, his voice sobering, infinitely thankful for his friend’s presence, especially every time he remembered how close he’d been to losing him.

“I mean, I kinda have to live vicariously through you, since I’m still single, so…” Derek shrugged.

“We’ll find yeh a girl yet, mate.  Then y’can come on double dates with us,” Sean teased as Derek grinned wider.

“Hey now, don’t joke with a brother, now.  I’m holdin’ you to that!”

——

“Oh my God, will you look at that view?” you gasped as you stepped out of the car and turned your face to the heavens.  The lights of the city were far enough away that you could see the stars twinkling back at you crisper than you’d seen them in a long time, the sight leaving you in awe.

Across the car Sean smiled to himself as he watched you.  “It’s beautiful isn’t it?” he murmured.

“It really is,” you breathed, not realizing he was talking about you.  “This was such a good idea, Sean, I can’t remember the last time I went stargazing, let alone saw a meteor shower.”

“Well, I’m just glad it’s such a clear night.  The forecast originally called for clouds,” he replied, tearing his eyes from you to start unpacking the car and soon he had his camera set up on the tripod and several blankets laid out nearby.

“What kinds of shots are you hoping to get tonight?” you asked as you settled atop the blankets, crossing your legs under you, the chill in the air already making you shiver and you threw one of the blankets around your shoulders, drawing it in tight.

“Oh, some long exposure shots of th’stars, hopefully catch some of the meteor shower.  Might set the shutter speed for longer and do some time lapse shots,” Sean mused as he checked the camera, turning it on you for a moment and snapping a picture while you were unprepared.

“Plus there’s always room for more candids of you,” he teased, taking another as you tilted your head and stuck your tongue out at him, ready this time.

“Absolutely stunnin’,” he murmured with a grin as he checked the LCD screen before his gaze flicked back up to you.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re lucky you’re so cute,” you countered, which only made Sean’s grin widen.

“I am rather cute, aren’t I?” he joked, his eyes meeting yours as he repositioned his camera, amusement dancing in his irises.

“And so humble too,” you teased.

“Well, I’ve been spending a lot of time with this girl, and she keeps tellin’ me that, so I’m startin’ t’believe it.”

Feeling your cheeks heat, you hid your fond smile behind your scarf, burying your face in the warm chunky wool as you watched Sean snap several photos of the night sky, the click of the shutter delayed to catch the stars in sharp detail.

That was when you saw the first falling star streak across the sky.  “Sean, did you see that?” you gasped, pointing, your eyes searching the heavens for more.

“I did!” he cried excitedly, snapping another photo as more meteors trailed across the star speckled expanse before winking out of sight.

After taking several more shots Sean set up the camera for a longer time lapse photo before settling down on the blanket next to you.

“There,” he exclaimed, and you opened the blanket around you to share as he scooted closer, wrapping the other end around his shoulders.  “Oh God, [y/n], your hands are freezin’,” he said, quickly enveloping your hands in his, bringing them to his lips to blow on.

“Yours aren’t much warmer,” you pointed out with a laugh, though Sean’s breath helped. 

“Hmm, you’re right,” he agreed with a chuckle.  “How about some hot chocolate?  That should warm us up.”

“Sounds divine,” you exclaimed, though silently lamenting when his hands left yours to reach for the thermos nearby.

Sean poured two steaming mugs and you sighed as you wrapped your hands around the one he handed to you — your favourite mug to use whenever you were at his place.  After he’d noticed you using it every time you came to visit he officially designated it as yours, always having it at the ready for you to use.

“Much better,” you exclaimed, breathing in the steam from the cocoa and leaning against his shoulder as you sipped, your gaze continually slipping from the starry expanse overhead to the man next to you.

Once you’d finished your mugs Sean got back up to check the camera, setting up another shot before joining you again, this time pulling you against his side as he laid back, one arm around you while the other rested behind his head.  His warmth seeped into you and you snuggled closer, gasping in awe as the meteor shower began in earnest, the inky sky filled with streaks of light, hurtling across the heavens before blinking out again.

“How many wishes have y’made?” Sean asked, his breath misting in the cool air as he broke the silence of the night around you and you turned your face to him.

“What d’you mean?”

“Well, aren’tcha supposed t’make a wish on a fallin’ star?” he asked, a twinkle in his eye as he grinned back at you.

“I guess so,” you chuckled, his grip around your shoulder tightening as he squeezed you.

“Then what’re y’waitin’ for sweetheart?  You’ve missed so many opportunities already,” he commented in faux seriousness, gesturing toward the sky before his grin returned, unable to hold it back any longer.

“Okay, okay!” you laughed.  “Well, what about you?  What’ve you wished for?” you asked as you caught sight of another meteor, silently making a wish.

“I can’t tell you that,” he said with a gasp.

“Why not?”

“Don’t you know it won’t come true then?” he teased and you poked him lightly in the ribs.

“You know, I think someone just made that up because they were too embarrassed to say what their wish was,” you countered thoughtfully.  

“Well, do y’blame ‘em?” Sean countered, raising an eyebrow at you.  “Most wishes are really personal.  Would you wanna tell me what you wished for?” he asked, holding your gaze and you felt your breath catch.

“I wish you’d kiss me right now,” you murmured and for a moment Sean watched you, his eyes searching yours before a soft grin split his face and he rolled toward you, catching your lips with his as his hand slipped behind your head, cradling you, pulling you closer.  Instinctively you clutched at his jacket, kissing him back, your heart in your throat.

“Oh, [y/n],” he exclaimed, pulling back slightly, “your lips are so cold.  D’you want me t’warm them up for you?”

Cheeky bastard, you thought fondly, unable to stop smiling.

“If you’d be so kind, Sean, but first--”

Before you could finish your sentence his mouth had once more descended on yours and your words melted to a soft moan.

“Sorry, got a little over eager there, but can y’blame me?” he murmured against your lips with a soft laugh, smiling down at you, “what were y’sayin’ darlin’?”

“What did you wish for?” you asked, your hand at his lapel coming up to stroke the side of his face and he leaned into your touch, green eyes sparkling.

“Oh, that?  I wished for more nights like this one.”

Your grin widened as you stared up at him, not even upset that you were missing the meteor shower continuing above you, already dazzled by the man in your arms.

“What a coincidence, I just wished for that too.”