#ontheside

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x OFC, Henry Cavill x OFC

Summary: Life was going well. Your first studio film had debuted, you were dating your handsome co-star, Henry Cavill and you were about to present the first award at the Golden Globes. That is until you find out who you’ll be presenting with.. 

Warnings: Eventual smut and angst

I was still pinching myself. I was currently sitting in a very swish limo third in line to the red carpet for the Golden Globes. I was wearing a gorgeous custom made Ralph & Russo dress and sitting next to a god-like man. Superman himself was rubbing circles on my palm trying to quell my nerves.

“How do you feel, darling? Still ‘shitting bricks’ as you so eloquently put it?” he teased focusing his megawatt smile at me. Those bicuspids making his appearance almost devilish.

“The bricks have definitely been downgraded.” I chuckled. “Thank you, babe.” I said as I rested my head on his shoulder and looked out at the passing sea of camera flashes.

“We’re next up Mr Cavill.” our driver informed Henry. I took a deep, calming breath. This was the biggest event I had attended since the release of my first studio film. An epic romance filmed on the moors of Scotland with the man at my side. After starring in a few indies I had secured my first leading role which had swept me on to the other side of the world filming a wild romance that ended up seeping into my real life. Henry was too hard to resist with his smooth British accent and charm. Not to mention he was drop dead gorgeous and had a body that didn’t quit.

Now here I was at an awards show I’d only dreamed of attending with the man of my dreams. “You ready?” He asked as the door to the limo was opened.

“As I’ll ever be.” I breathed. All of my senses were assaulted at once as I stepped from the car. I was almost blinded by the flashes of bulbs and deafened from the screams of the spectators. “I guess your a hit, Superman.” I laughed.

“Something I’ll never get used to.” Henry replied as he took my arm in his. Besides the enormous scale of it the red carpet was pretty standard fare. You’ve done one, you’ve done them all. I was more nervous about presenting on such an international stage. I had just started the press tour of my film The Goodnight Girl and so had been invited to present tonight. Not alone, thank god. I was set to present with Armie Hammer whom I was so excited to meet after falling for him in Call Me By Your Name.

As I traversed the carpet with Henry we both fielded the usual questions “Henry, Maddox, is it safe to say your love story has translated off screen?”, “Maddox, how is Hollywood treating you so far?” etc etc. The whole time Henry held on to me keeping me calm. He was my rock. As we entered through the doors of the Beverly Hilton I let out a relieved sigh.

“How was it?” Henry asked, eyes shining down at me.

“Easier than I expected. However I still have to present in front of hundreds of people.” I laughed nervously.

“You’re going to knock ‘em dead, kid.” He beamed.

We were ushered into the main ballroom with the rest of those around us and before I was able to take my seat with Henry a very overwhelmed looking woman with an earpiece and a clipboard rushed up to me.

“Miss Swann?” she asked.

“Ah, yeah that’s me.”

“I’m so sorry to collect you so soon but Armie has come down with food poisoning so we need you to quickly meet and prepare with his replacement.” she apologised.

“Oh wow ok. Sure. I guess I’ll see you later.” I said biting my lip turning to Henry.

“You’re going to be amazing, darling. Just breathe.” He whispered kissing behind my ear. And with not a second to spare I was whisked away backstage.

“Who, um, who am I presenting with?” I asked as she hurried me to the green room.

“Well it was totally last minute but we actually managed to secure Sebastian Stan. Lucky you.” she giggled waggling her eyebrows suggestively. I felt like the air had been punched out of my lungs as I stopped frozen in my tracks.

“You’re kidding me?” I choked.

“Is there something wrong?” she asked obviously shocked that I could possibly have an aversion to the man. Because who could possibly not fall instantly for Sebastian. He was dangerously charming, had a wicked sense of humour and was handsome to boot. But that was just my problem. This man had already worked those charms on me and to utter success. He had also however, completely shattered me. My first serious relationship. My first love. And my first broken heart.

“This is a joke right? Am I being Punk’d? Wait, fuck, that show doesn’t even exist anymore. Please tell me you misread the name, or something.” I begged.

“Uh, no. Is there a problem? Because he seemed delighted when he was told he was presenting with you.”  

“Oh my god, this can’t be happening.” I breathed, bending over trying to regulate my breathing and stop the lights dancing in front of my eyes.

“I’m so sorry Miss Swann, there’s nothing that can really be done. You’re presenting the first award. Do you, do you need some water or something?”

“Or something.” I mumbled. “No, no I’m fine. It’s fine. Everything is fine.” I stood up straight and took a deep, calming breath. “ So where do I go then? Through here?” I asked pointing to the door ahead of me.

“Yes, ma’am. We’ll come get you in twenty minutes.” And then she left me alone. Standing on the other side of the door to the man I now loathed.

“Well this should be fun” I laughed bitterly.

It had been almost three years since the last time I saw Sebastian. This was not how I had planned to see him again. I mean sure, I look pretty damn good tonight and I have a gorgeous guy on my arm but I would have liked to be a little more prepared. Like a thousand times more. Well here goes I thought to myself as I opened the door. As soon as I stepped through he was on his feet. I think we were both speechless as we just stood there staring at each other. Oh god, he looked so good. I hadn’t seen him with a beard really before and damn it looked good on him. His hair was shorter but still as sexy as ever. And his eyes. God those eyes, they could bring a woman to her knees. After what felt like a millennia he said my name. Fuck I forgot how much I loved hearing him say it.

“Maddy, how, uh, how are you?” He stammered. And then I saw him visibly flinch as my eyes changed.

“‘How am I?’ Really? That’s the first thing you have to say to me?” I hissed, full of fire.

“I know, fuck, I don’t know the right thing to say here. I’m sorry…for everything.” He dropped his gaze looking defeated. Dammit he knows I can’t resist it when he looks like a lost puppy. Nope, I’m not going to give in so easily. He doesn’t get off that quickly.

I sighed breaking the silence, “Look, we have a job to do. So how about we both be professionals, get it over and done with and then we never have to speak to or see each other again?”

“No.”

“What?” I asked confused.

“No, I don’t want to never see you again.”

“Seb.” I warned. Apparently the use of his nickname is enough hope for him as he strides forward grabbing my hands tightly.

“Maddy.” He breathed against my neck, taking in my scent. “God, I’ve missed you.”

“Please stop.” I whimpered. “I can’t do this right now.” I said, pushing him away from me. “Please, just don’t. This isn’t fair to me.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry.” he said backing away, hands up in a gesture of surrender. “You look gorgeous by the way.” He smiled shyly trying to break the silence that had followed.

“Thanks.” I mumbled looking down at my dress “You look, alright yourself, I guess.” He laughed out loud then, light shining behind his eyes.

“Don’t strain yourself or anything.”

“This is your two minute call guys.” The woman with the earpiece called through the door.

“Fuck. I totally forgot what we were here for.”

“You nervous?” he asked me.

“Uh, yah. I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Don’t worry, it’s easy. You just have to read what’s on the teleprompter and flirt a little. Not hard for you.”

“Real cute, Stan.” I huffed.

“Yeah, I know I am.” He winked. I almost smiled back at him but as much as I loved him when he was playful like this I still felt sick being around him. I think he could sense it when he looked at me.

“Honestly, it’s simple. Plus they haven’t changed any your dialogue except for Armie’s name. You’ll kill it.”

“Right. Thanks.”

It all went by like a blur. I remember walking out with Sebastian’s arm on my waist. I remember reading my lines as he traced shapes on my exposed skin giving me goosebumps. I also remember him sweeping me back offstage as the next two presenters walked on stage. Suddenly we were behind a curtain in a very confined space, his hands on my hips, holding me tight. “What are you doing, Sebastian?” I breathed, my breasts heaving.

“I just need a moment, before we split up and you try to avoid me for the rest of our lives.” The look he was giving me was intense. I could see the pain in his eyes.

“Sebastian.” As his name left my mouth his lips were on mine. Hard and full of passion. I gasped and he took the opportunity to lick his tongue into my mouth. I felt myself crumbling into his embrace and he soon had me pushed up against the wall, his knee between my thighs. The kiss was all teeth and tongues as he possessed my mouth. I felt my self grinding down onto his thigh as he pushed his body even harder against mine.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect.” He groaned as he started kissing down my neck where he knew I loved it most. “God, I’ve missed you baby.” My breath hitched in my throat as his hands started exploring under the slit of my dress. I actually heard myself whine as his fingers brushed over my lace covered clit. “Fuck, you’re so wet baby, I can smell you from here.”

“Jesus christ, Seb.” I moaned.

“Miss Swann?” all of a sudden we both froze. “Are you back here? Mr Cavill is looking for you.

“Fuck!” I hissed pulling apart quickly from Sebastian. I felt like an ice cold bucket of water had been thrown over me.

“Superman?” Sebastian whispered, still breathing heavily. I pulled myself out of his embrace and tried to fix my dress and hair so I didn’t look like I’d almost been fucked.

“Yeah, Im here. Tell him I’ll be right out please?” I asked. I turned to Sebastian. “This never happened. I don’t know what came over me. This was not an invitation back into my life.” I warned him sternly.

“Bullshit, you wanted this just as bad as I did.”

“No, Seb. I’m with someone. And he can’t ever know this happened. If you say anything to anyone I’ll kill you.” And with that I ducked through the curtain leaving him there, aroused and frustrated.

“Darling, there you are. I’ve been looking all over for you. I wanted to congratulate you. You were amazing up there. No one could take their eyes off you. Especially the guy you presented with.” Henry chuckled as he embraced you.

I felt sick as Henry held onto me at the afterparty. He couldn’t stop singing my praises when little did he know I was just in flagrante delicto with another man. I was beating myself up as to whether I should tell him or not. There really was no need, right? I mean, it’s never going to happen again. It was a stupid moment of weakness and when I think about it more and more I realised Sebastian had taken advantage of me. I was running on high amounts of adrenaline. He surely knew I couldn’t control my actions. Except that I’m a grown woman. And I did it because it felt good. Not good, amazing. I had forgotten how skilled his mouth was. And how sexy he was saying all manner of sinful things. Fuck, I’m truly fucked.

I just had to make it to the end of the night without anymore unwelcome interactions and head home to my sweet, safe life with my sweet, safe boyfriend. That should be easy, right? I mean, he’s probably not even at the same party.

I found my way to the bar and welcomed the familiar burn of tequila slide down my throat as I scanned the room. So far, so good. Maybe I’ll just hang out here with my close friend Jose Cuervo.

“You always had an affinity for the cheap stuff.” My back stiffened as I heard his familiar smooth drawl close to my ear. His hot breath on my neck.

“I thought I told you to stay away from me.” I snarled.

“I’ve never been any good with rules, baby. You of all people should know that.”

“Something I’d rather forget.”

“You want to forget that time in my trailer? When I let you ride my face for the first time?”

“Stop it.”

“No, that’s not what you were screaming out.” He grinned wickedly “It was more along the lines of..”

“I get it. Fuck, do you really think this is the best approach, Sebastian?” I turned to him and held him with a hard stare. “You think if you keep saying all these filthy things I’m just going to forget everything and fall back into bed with you? So you can just do it all again? I’ve learned my lesson with you and I’ll never make that mistake again.” I could feel the fire burning in my veins fuelled by my anger and tequila.

“Baby, please, let me explain. I’m so sorry..”

“Sorry’s not going to cut it, Seb. There’s nothing you will ever say to me that will make it ok. You fucked up, royally. So that’s it, end of story. You can’t come back from this.” He looked like a man defeated, all the energy had been sucked from his body.  And that was the exact moment Henry decided to make an appearance.

“Maddox, I was wondering were you’d snuck off to my love.” He looked from me to Sebastian, clearly picking up on the awkward tension between the two of us. “Uh, hi, I’m Henry.” He extended his hand to Sebastian who seemed to stare at it for a millisecond to long. And then all of a sudden he was charming Sebastian again as he shook Henry’s hand.

“Sebastian.” He smiled. “Great to meet you.”

“Have I interrupted something?” Henry asked looking between the two of us.

“Just old friends catching up.” Seb replied.

“Oh, well it’s always nice meeting one of Maddox’s friends. Where do you two know each other from?”

“We actually met through mutual friends who set us up on a blind date that went terribly.” Seb laughed.

“Really? And you have stayed friends since?”

“No.” I replied.

“We uh, we actually lost touch a couple of years ago. Tonight is the first time we’ve seen each other since.”

“Well as lovely as it has been jogging down memory lane with you, I’ll leave you to your own devices. Henry and I weren’t really planning on staying for very long. He has an early flight tomorrow.”

“Going home before midnight? That doesn’t sound like the Maddox I know. You were always the life of the party. No one could keep up.”

“There’s a lot about me you don’t know anymore. I’ve done a lot of growing up since then.” I felt Henry shift uncomfortably next to me. I had to end this interaction before Henry reads too much into the whole situation. “Always a pleasure, Sebastian. Have you called the car, baby?” I asked turning all my attention to Henry and snuggling in to him for added affect.

“Just about to. Sebastian, nice meeting you, man.” With that he kissed me cheek and motioned that he was going to call the car service.

“You and Superman seem to be leading a pretty dull life.” Sebastian smirked lazily.

“Shut up. This is what being mature looks like. He takes care of me and I take care of him.”

“Thrilling.” I violently rolled my eyes at him. “I’m sorry. I’m being an ass. Let me make it up to you. Come to my place for dinner tomorrow night.” I almost choked on my own tongue at the proposition.  “No seriously, no funny business. I’ll make you're favourite meal, it’s still breakfast food right?” he grinned. “And we can discuss… everything. We never got closure. Maybe this way we can.”

“Well, you do know I’m a sucker for closure. And breakfast food.”

“Yes, ok great. Great.” I could see him trying not to seem too overly enthusiastic which was entirely too endearing. “I’m staying at Chris’ while I’m here. Do you still remember the address?”

“I do.”

“Perfect, come over at say, seven?”

“Seven.” I agreed. “Don’t make me regret this, Sebastian. You’re lucky I’m giving you this chance. Especially after the stunt you pulled tonight.” I felt like I could actually see the sincerity in his eyes when he promised to be good. Maybe he did want to fix things, or maybe I’m a fool who falls too easily for his charms. Either way we’ll see I guess.

“You ready to roll, babe?” Henry asked, rejoining us.

“Yeah, let’s go. Goodbye, Seb.”