#seblisa

That’s what her husband always said, anyhow. 

Yet the day she was told this, she burst into tears and was down for quite some time. She was having trouble being the bright force that she normally was. Living in a period where infertility was often blamed on the woman made her feel like a failure as a wife. Sebastian had continuously comforted, reassured, and held her, but the stigma wouldn’t leave her busy mind. Motherhood was such a pivotal aspect of what a woman’s worth was reduced to. And all she ever wanted, truly, was a family with the man she loved. It was her biggest dream in life and something they had planned for, only to feel like it had been crushed under a boulder she pushed down.

As time trudged on, though, Sebastian’s comfort and love helped her start to feel like herself again. She crawled out of her inner turmoil and decided she was done allowing others’ expectations to define her. Despite the ideas that had been ingrained in her, this was not going to determine her worth. It would happen if it were meant to be—she was more than happy just spending her life working her bakery happily married.  

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“You’ve been getting dizzy quite often, love, are you sure you’re alright?” Sebastian asked, standing in front of his wife. 

“Yes, I’m sure I’m fine. I probably am just not drinking enough water,” Elisa assured from her seat inside the bakery, recovering from the world around her feeling like a carousel. 

“That’s what you say, but I’m not particularly fond of going back to work with you like this. I’m concerned.” 

“I’ll be fine, my love. I’ll close a bit early tonight and go right home,” she said, smiling as she leaned into his hand against her cheek. “You only have about an hour left; I’ll be alright.” 

He sighed. “Alright, alright,” he relented, though his hand lingered, thumb tracing softly just beneath her eye. “But if I come home and you’re not there resting, I’m coming straight back here to drag you home myself, deal?” 

Elisa giggled, her smile bright despite her tired eyes. “Deal,” she said as she held her pinky finger out, prompting him to wrap his around it to seal the agreement. She never ever broke pinky promises. 

With one last kiss to her forehead, Sebastian finally stepped away, glancing back more than once as he exited the cozy little bakery to finish his paperwork at work. 

The moment the door closed behind him, the shop fell quiet save for the tick of the cuckoo clock. Elisa sat still momentarily, letting the dizziness ebb away like a slow tide.  

"Well, if I am to get any rest like I promised, I should make sure everything is set to close,” she mused, standing up with relief as things felt normal again.  

She moved behind the counter and began taking her inventory, rummaging through the shelves and checking things off her little list. “I’m almost out of flour,” she muttered. “If I don’t go now, I won’t have enough to make the honey lavender coffee cakes that the Dankworths get on their morning stroll,” 

Her eyes darted to the clock in thought. The evening market would close soon, and she didn’t trust herself to make it in the morning. 

“Elisa, you absolute dunderhead,” she sighed, grabbing her jacket and coin pouch. “Well, at least I can go straight home after this. I only need flour, and it’s not far from the cottage, so I can just bring it home with me for the night.”  

Pulling her coat tightly around her, she flipped the sign to “Closed” and headed toward the market.  

The air outside was crisp, the October chill nipping at her freckled cheeks as Elisa walked down the cobbled path toward her destination. She took in the familiar scents of roasted chestnuts and fresh herbs that greeted her as she saw the vendor she was looking for. 

“Good evening, Mrs. Oloffson!” She greeted the older woman behind the standee brightly.

“Oh, good evening, Mrs. Sallow; what an oddity seeing you here at this hour, and without your husband.” 

Elisa giggled. “Yes, he is just finishing up some work, and I sold more than I expected today, so I didn’t buy enough last weekend.” 

“I’m not surprised; you bake so well. I hope you know that Mr. Sallow is quite the lucky fellow,” she winked. “Beautiful as a princess, incredibly kind, independent--what more could he ask for?” 

“Oh, Merlin, you’re mistaken, I fear, I’m the fortunate one,” she responded shyly, cheeks tinting pink at the compliments. Although her confidence had come a long way from when she was 16, she still got rosy cheeks when someone complimented her.

“Ah, I see. Then you both are fortunate to have each other,” the woman said, smiling warmly. “Anyhow, sweetheart, what can I get for you?”

“Just some of your almond flour, please,” Elisa confirmed, reaching for the money from her little coin purse. 

“Certainly, let me go grab another from Mr. Oloffsen,” the woman said before turning to run into their occupied house. 

As Elisa waited, there was a sweet smile on her face. She admired the way the market looked at this time. Normally, she and Sebastian would go on weekends, hand in hand, but with the sun setting so early now, the warm glow made everything feel so cozy. Although she missed the warmth of his hand, she found it nice to visit at a different time. She shifted her weight slightly, tucking a stray curl behind her ear as she looked over the stands. 

But the longer she stood, the more she felt off again. She looked around as the town around her gave a subtle lurch. The lights of the market stalls seemed to blur, and a sudden wave of warmth crept up her neck. Elisa blinked hard, steadying herself against the edge of the stall. She was so close to being home for the night, like she had promised Sebastian. She just needed the almond flour. 

“Mrs. Sallow?” Mrs. Oloffsen shouted as she returned into view with the bag of flour. “Are you alright?” 

Black spots began to dance around Elisa’s vision as her head began to lull. “I-I’m alright, just a bit lightheaded--” 

She tried to stand up straight, and suddenly felt her knees buckle. But thankfully, strong arms caught her just before she hit the ground. The bag of almond flour be damned to the street as Mrs. Oloffsen caught her. 

“Otto! Come quick!” she shouted as Elisa faded out of consciousness. “We need to get her to St. Mungo’s--and I need you to owl Mr. Sebastian Sallow immediately!” 

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St. Mungo’s familiar, sterile scent hit him the moment he arrived, but Sebastian barely registered it. It typically reminded him of the many times he and Solomon brought Anne in, but he couldn’t even recall that at the moment. He was just about to head home after filing away his completed end-of-day paperwork when an urgent owl came to him telling him his beloved had fainted in the middle of the market, and that he needed to go to the hospital. 

His heart was hammering—she always assured him she was fine with a smile, but he knew something wasn’t right. His mind spiraled into a storm of possible reasons for her collapse, and none of them were ones he wanted to consider even for a moment. Was he cursed to have any woman in his life, familial or otherwise, have some sort of cruel fate? He shook his head to try and dispel the panicked thoughts as he found her room and practically burst inside. She was lying up, awake, and looked tired, but she looked like his sunshine. All those anxious thoughts instantly melted along with the tension in his jaw and muscles as he strode to her bed, immediately sitting next to her on the edge of the bed. She was okay.

“Merlin-- sweetheart, what happened? Your dizzy spells have turned into fainting, now?” he asked, immediately brushing hair off her face as his eyes scanned over her body for any potential injury. “Scared the hell out of me,” he exhaled, giving her a teasing grin. “I think I just lost five years to my lifespan. I was about to be a young widower—” 

“Don’t say things like that, Seb!” she chastised, playfully smacking his shoulder as he laughed. “But it would appear that way. I’m so sorry, Sebastian, I promised I’d be home right now, but part of closing was ensuring I had inventory for tomorrow--”  

“Hey, hey,” he cut in, his voice lowered. “You didn’t do anything wrong. The market is on the way home, I was already able to deduce your train of thought in that pretty head of yours,” he said, sighing. “Do they know what is causing this?” 

She leaned into him, resting her head right where she could hear the thrumming of his heart. “I love you,” she murmured. “They did some tests on me; they should return soon.” 

He wrapped his arms around her smaller frame securely, protectively, and kissed the top of her head as his hand rubbed circles on her back to ground them both. “Good, and I love you too, doll.” 

They sat there for a bit before the nurse returned, clipboard in hand. “Ah, are you Mr. Sallow?” she asked. 

“Yes, I came as fast as I got word.” 

“You had good timing, we just got the results back.” 

“Well? What’s wrong?” he quickly asked, sounding a bit peevish from worry as his head shot to the sound of the voice.

“Well, the fainting and dizzy spells have been caused by low blood pressure and some...hormonal changes,” she began. “This is sometimes a very early sign, so we took a test, and, well,” she paused for a moment. 

“Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Sallow, you’re with child.” 

They both froze still for a moment, both their breaths caught in their throats. 

“This lightheadedness shouldn’t be a problem anymore, we’ll prescribe you some--” 

“W-Wait--” Elisa cut in, voice trembling. “But they said I was unable to get pregnant,” 

“Ah, yes, that was on your chart. Sometimes the diagnosis can be wrong, and in this case, it was. You are about one month along we think, so I would expect some morning sickness any time now. But for now, I’ll give you two a moment,” she said before leaving the room. 

As soon as the door shut, Elisa’s composure crumbled. Her hands were shaking as the realization of the news they had just been given settled in. She quietly gasped before breaking out into hot tears. Sebastian moved to hold her tight again, his face one of pure awe. 

“They were wrong,” he breathed, nearly in disbelief himself. “Oh, bloody hell, Elisa, they were wrong!”

He pulled back from her just enough to be able to see her face, not even realizing that he had begun to feel stinging in his eyes as he couldn’t resist pressing kiss after kiss to her own tear stained cheeks.

“Love, you’re starting to cry too,” she said fondy, reaching to wipe his away before they could fall too far down his face.

“I know,” he laughed. “I just can’t believe it, we’ll have a little freckled ginger running around.”

She giggled through her tears. “How do you know that they will be ginger? Maybe they will have your beautiful hair,” she said fondly, combing a hand through his soft curls.

“Oh, I don’t know, I’m just saying,” he playfully rolled his eyes. “A little one that looks like us,”

“Yes, that we will,”

“Absolutely incredible,” he said, almost breathless as a lopsided grin spread across his face. He gently placed a hand on her stomach, despite no bump yet. “You are incredible. You defy the odds again and again, I mean—Merlin,” he laughed softly, awestruck. “You’re my miracle, and now you're carrying another.” 

“I know, I thought– I mean, I had made peace with it. With not being able to...but now it’s happening, Seb,” she cried.

“That it is, darling. I get to have a family, with you, I-” he paused, trying to steady his breath as his throat tightened. 

“I love you so much, sunshine. More than I ever thought a person could love another. You’ve really been my source of light since the moment you walked into my life. Even when I didn’t know how to express it. Even when I didn’t deserve it.”

“Sebastian,” she hummed. “I love you too, more than anything.” she whispered before leaning up to kiss him.  

When their lips met, their kiss was slow—grounding. He kissed her like she was something sacred. Although there was a tremble to her breath from her overwhelm, he steadied it with a quiet intensity that only Sebastian could manage. It was like he wanted to memorize everything about her all over again.

One of his hands cupped her cheek while the other remained resting against her stomach, as if already guarding the tiny life inside. His entire world felt like it now sat right in front of him, even more so than before.

Calloused hands wiped away some of her joyous tears that fell once more when they pulled back. “You know, I think we should celebrate properly when we get home,” he murmured, voice dripping with mischief. “You know, in our bed.” 

She laughed. “Sebastian, you libidinous thing, you,”  

“Only for you, doll,” he said, stealing another kiss before placing an instructive finger to her lips. “Only if you are feeling better, though.” 

Before Elisa’s giggly laughs could make way for her to respond, she was pulled away by the nurse’s voice as the door opened again.

“Alright, Mrs. Sallow, you are free to go. Just take this anti-dizziness potion before bed; we already gave you some to get you home. You shouldn’t worry about another collapse with this.” 

Elisa took the small vial the nurse handed her, smiling as she tucked it into her coat pocket. “Thank you,” she said softly.  

As they exchanged final words with the nurse, Sebastian helped her from the bed with care that made her laugh. 

“I’m not going to shatter,” she teased as he wrapped an arm firmly around her waist. 

"Hey now,” he drawled with a chuckle. “Be merciful, yeah? You scared me today. And, you’re carrying my child now. Our child,” he countered, his thumb rubbing over her knuckles as he smiled down at her. “Let me help you where I can.”

• She is the “human embodiment of sunshine”, Bright, smiley, affectionate, and very positive.

• She is 5'2"/157cm

• Her last name, Lennon, is Irish for “dear one”, “lover”, or “sweetheart” as her family is Celtic

• In fifth year, she has bangs and poofy hair – but by 6th/7th year, she leaves her bangs behind and learns how to care for her natural curls

• She is a baker!

• She loves roses and sunflowers! 

• She loves children and is amazing with them. She dreams of being a wife and mom someday – a self-proclaimed ‘hopeless romantic’. 

• LOVES cuddling – hugs from behind, sitting between Seb’s legs to see what he’s reading (although she falls asleep quickly. She’s always cold so he’s like a heat radiator lol)

• She has freckles all over because she is a ginger. She doesn’t care for them much, but they are so pretty. 

• She loves romance novels

• She wears vanilla perfume, and her shampoo smells like strawberries – so she has a very sweet vanilla/strawberry like scent to her. 

• Excellent duelist, awful at Herbology

• She is great at seeing the good in people, especially when they can’t see it themselves. 

• She loves dressing cutely. Dresses, skirts—they help her feel like she is pretty. 

• She can be a smidgen feisty at times, if provoked

• Bonus not included on the image: While she is extremely sweet, she is also very down horrendous in a relationship once they cross that threshold LMAO

Sebastian barely made it five steps before he was on her again. 

Elisa didn’t even have time to breathe before he was tugging her into the nearest empty corridor, pressing her back against the cold stone wall, his lips crashing onto hers with a newfound urgency. His hands roamed—one threading into her hair, the other gripping her waist like he was terrified she might slip away.

Elisa clutched at his robes, pulling him even closer, and he groaned against her lips, deepening the kiss until her head was spinning. “Sebastian—” she gasped, barely able to get the words out before he cut her off with another kiss, this one slower, more deliberate, sending a shiver down her spine.

“You,” he murmured between kisses, “are so—” Kiss. “infuriatingly—” Kiss. “perfect.”

Elisa giggled, dizzy with warmth, only to squeak when he suddenly lifted her, hands gripping her thighs as he pressed her fully against the wall. “Sebastian!” she gasped.

“Shhh,” he grinned against her lips, “we don’t want to get caught.” He said as he began kissing her face, and as he trailed down to her neck. 

He kissed her neck like it was his second nature as she shuddered and let the smallest whimper escape her, leaning her head against the wall behind her. Wanting to hear that again, he began biting on her skin and sucking on it, causing more little cries to come from her. He left one spot after the other, leaving several marks in his wake that would adorn her neck. He couldn’t help himself—for one, he could tell she was enjoying it, but two, he was leaving traces of himself behind—traces of the fact that she was his. Her breathing was growing more rapid as he made his way back up, resting his forehead against hers for a moment. 

She looked at him through partially shut eyelids, trying to catch her breath from his intensity. “You tell me to be quiet, and then do that? Not fair.” She said very quietly, laughing a little. 

He smirked, planting another kiss on her lips. “That sounds like a you-problem, darling,” he said as he still held her by her thighs. “Besides, you can’t possibly blame me—you have been driving me mad all day.” His eyes briefly lowered, as he took note of her discarded robe on the ground and her disheveled uniform; her shirt unbuttoned ever so slightly as her chest rose and fell. He wanted her so bad. 

He leaned his mouth to her ear. “You know, the Undercroft is away from prying eyes—”

 “You know,” she replied in a mocking tone. “Ominis can come at any time.” She giggled.

“That Room of Requirement that you go to, then. We could bribe that house elf to leave for a bit—"

“We can’t do that to Deek!” She laughed, playfully smacking his chest.

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake.”

Hearing the strained voice of a nearby portrait startled them both out of their stupor, causing him to quickly drop her back down as he grabbed her hand and tugged her away, making her giggle as she ran and followed close behind him.

That evening started out innocently enough—or at least, as innocently as sneaking into the Restricted Section of the library could be. They’d gone there plenty of times during fifth year, due to the circumstances at hand.

This time, however, there wasn’t any pressing danger or life-altering mission at hand. With Elisa being a sort of Keeper for the ancient magic now, sometimes they would find themselves in there perusing for extra information that could prove useful. The library was deserted, save for the faint glow of moonlight filtering through the high windows. After slipping past a dozing librarian and muttering a quick disillusionment charm, they crept into the Restricted Section like they had done before. The faint scent of old books surrounded them as they made their way to a table, tucked away in a secluded corner.

Sebastian, ever the bookworm with a rebellious streak, had plucked a book off a high shelf, flipping through it idly while Elisa sat nearby, reading over his shoulder. She wasn’t paying much attention to the book itself—something relevant, she was sure—but instead found herself watching Sebastian.

The way the dim light accentuated the sharp angles of his face, the way his brow furrowed in concentration, the little smirk that was on his lips when he read something particularly interesting—it all made her stomach flutter. She hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him lately, not since their relationship had taken a more romantic turn. For someone whose knowledge of romance had been only contained within the pages of the novels she would read, she was surprised at how much she fell into step with this whole thing. She was especially surprised at the physical feelings she found herself experiencing; when he kissed her as if to stake a claim, when he picked her up, when he spoke lowly in her ear or when he let his hands roam over her–all of it gave her this feeling of need that she couldn’t quite satisfy. 

Watching him now, his handsome features being something she couldn’t tear her eyes from, while in a very secluded area, she could feel it. She found herself first admiring his freckles, his eyes that could hold both warmth or a fire in them–-but her focus would sometimes shift down to where his sleeves were rolled up and she could see his arms. Sometimes she fixated on his hands as they simply held the book–the same hands he skillfully dueled with, and the same ones she desperately wanted to explore her body beyond what they already had. 

“Seb,” she murmured, her voice soft enough to avoid disturbing the silence. As she spoke, she gently and sweetly tugged on the sleeve of his robe, looking up at him.

“Hmm?” he replied without looking up, still engrossed in the text

She reached out, her hand a little shaky as she gently closed the book in his hands. He blinked at the action, now turning his attention fully to her. “What’s wrong, doll?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” she said, smiling. “I just… you’re so focused. I just–I didn’t know if you noticed me, sometimes.”

His smirk widened, and he set the book aside. “Oh, I notice you, Elisa. Trust me.”

There was something in his tone—a teasing edge, warm and inviting—that made her cheeks heat.

Before she could respond, he leaned closer, his hand brushing hers on the table. “You’ve been awfully quiet tonight. What’s on your mind?”

She hesitated, biting her lip. “Um, it’s nothing, I just–”

“Ah ah, it’s not ‘nothing’ if it’s got my sunshine quiet. Talk to me, what are you thinking about, love?” he asked in a coaxing tone, trying to read through the lines of her words.

Her brown eyes looked down at his hand on hers, her heart speeding up as she briefly bit her lip. “...You, mostly.”

Sebastian’s face relaxed from one of concern to a bit of a smug grin. “Oh? Is that so?” he asked, leaning in.

Elisa wasn’t sure what came over her, but she didn’t pull away when he leaned in further, nearly closing the space between them. 

“Yeah,” she whispered, her heart racing.

“What about me?” he asked, voice a bit quieter now.

“About…earlier, before we got caught by the painting.” she replied, her cheeks turning scarlet as her eyes remained averted from his.

“Mm, what about it?” he asked, his thumb brushing over her hand.

“That…I wanted it to continue. Um, to…go further.” she said, swallowing her nerves down as she dared to look up in his eyes again.

His eyelids closed partially as he looked at her hungrily. Of course, that is exactly where his mind wandered to when she spoke, but that wasn’t uncommon–he frequently envisioned what it would be like to have her underneath him, after all. To hear those soft sounds she’d make when they would sneak off to snog, only unrestrained. To be able to fully cherish her and devour her whole at the same time in a ravenous display of his intense love for her.

But now, she was bringing it up. 

“Do you–do you understand what that would entail?” he asked cautiously, wanting to be completely certain as he was well aware that he had been her first everything thus far. Granted, she was also his, but he was all-too aware of the unfortunate fact that women weren’t always educated on these matters until the night before their wedding, and knowing her mother, he wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case for Elisa.

“I do. I…I read lots of romance novels, and–um, when those scenes come up, I find myself thinking of…you, and um, I want that. With you.” she explained carefully, her heart hammering against her chest. 

As if her words caused a cord to snap within him that was restraining any ounce of self control he had been maintaining, he closed the space between them and kissed her. The confined space of the Restricted Section suddenly felt charged, the quiet only amplifying the sound of their breathing, the rustle of their robes, the thud of her back pressing against the shelves as Sebastian guided her there without breaking contact.

“In that case, I will answer your question and tell you that I find you incredibly distracting,” he murmured against her lips, his voice low and husky.

“Says the one who started it,” she shot back, breathless but unable to stop smiling.

He laughed softly, his hands settling on her waist. “Ah, that was earlier–you started this now. Are you having any second thoughts?” he asked, keeping his hands firm and still as he awaited her response.

She shook her head, pulling him closer by the collar of his shirt. “No, not even a little.”

He resumed kissing her, this time more fervently like this was a need rather than a want. His hands were firm, yet gentle, as they slid up from her waist and to the buttons of her shirt. He tantalizingly unbuttoned them one by one, not breaking their kiss. Once her shirt was open, he pulled back to look at the result. He felt his heart race as the smallest pinch of nerves hit him as he saw her in her unbuttoned shirt and her bra. She looked away, feeling just the slightest bit shy, but then before he could react, she began reaching behind her back under her shirt as she unclasped her bra, trying not to think about how she looked too much as she slid it off along with her blouse.

Sebastian was practically awestruck. He had thought of this moment so many times in the quiet moments of the night, her feeling comfortable enough to bare herself to him and allow him to have her–but now here they were, his breath almost caught in his throat for a moment as he looked at her. 

“So beautiful, you are, love.” He breathed as he kissed her jaw reverently, not wanting to be silent for too long when she was bearing everything—trusting everything to him. 

She felt a flush creep up on her face again as he gingerly raised his hand to gently brush against her breast, as if confirming it was okay, before he took it into his hand and continued to kiss everywhere on her face.

When she felt his palm cover over her breast, she shuddered as her breath hitched. He noticed this and smiled against her jaw before moving his thumb to slowly begin to rub her nipple, which elicited the quietest whimper from her. He maintained the motion, slow and purposeful. He had certainly done his fair share of research on these intimacies, purely for educational purposes, of course.

Her breathing was becoming quicker as he did this, causing him to use his free hand to start to tug downward at her skirt, which he swore was far too short whenever she walked in front of him anyhow. She regained eye contact with him, her face flushed as she assisted him—but all she did, to his surprise, was slip her panties off from underneath, leaving the skirt itself on. Likely to make their escape quicker if they had to run suddenly. He backed up briefly now to loosen his tie, but left his shirt on save for a few loosened buttons. 

He moved his hand back behind her thigh and hoisted her up against the bookcase, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. 

“This isn’t the most comfortable spot for this, you know? I’ll move you. I want you to be comfortable.” He whispered as she wrapped her arms around his neck for extra support as he carried her to a secluded couch. He gently laid her down, both of their hearts thundering in their chests. 

Her gaze remained on him as he held her, one of his hands letting go and moving up under her skirt. Her breathing began to quicken again as he slowly trailed it up her thigh, and she reflexively spread her legs apart to grant him easier access. She pulled him closer to her body with the arms that were around his neck, her breasts gently pressing against his chest as he gently began to glide his calloused hands around her upper thigh.

Her red curls were splayed out underneath her head as she looked at him in pure adoration and trust.

“You can…you can touch me,” she said against his lips, her eyes honest despite the bit of tremble that claimed her. “In fact, I’d like for you to.”

He nearly smashed his lips against hers for a more fervent kiss, her words unraveling his composure completely.

His hand moved closer toward her heat, positioning his index finger to caress over her sensitive skin. She shuddered at his mere touch, a muffled sigh coming from her through their kiss. 

He broke their kiss, his finger still maintaining its cautious movements, before he moved to kiss the sensitive skin just under her ear. She moved one of her hands to tangle in his brown locks, as the other dropped down to lay on her bare stomach as she sighed sweetly again.

“Do you realize just how badly you affect me, love?” he asked in her ear. “Because I don’t think you do,” he said, repositioning himself as he instinctively reached for the wrist on her stomach, firmly pinning it next to her head on the couch.

“Oh, Merlin, Sebastian, I think you’ve made yourself rather clear,” she said, a small smile playing on her lips as she spoke between broken breaths from his touch.

“I don’t know if I have, not truly,” he said as his hand that was pleasing her moved back further to where her entrance was.

She took a sharp inhale at the sensation, her fingers entwined in his hair starting to twitch to grab onto his brown curls. 

Sebastian began teasing her there, sighing quietly as he could feel how slick it was already, like she had been thinking about it for a bit before even bringing it up. He hadn’t expected her to be so responsive so quickly, but this only fueled his growing ache of desire even more. 

“Merlin, sweetheart,” he breathed as his finger carefully dipped into her, becoming coated in her pleasure. 

He closely watched her shifting expression as she quietly gasped before soft and sweet little sounds from her reverberated in his ear as he found a rhythmic movement as he moved his finger inside her.

He moved his other hand from her wrist and instead cupped her cheek as he kissed over the hickeys he had left on her earlier on, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips at the sight.

In a bold move, at least for someone sweet like honey as her, Elisa reached her newly freed hand down to feel where his length was, her hand brushing over the fabric of his trousers as she looked at him with shallow breaths. She could feel him tense and see his Adam’s apple bob as she touched him.

“Sebastian…please?” she asked, looking up at him with both the most sweet and the most desire filled eyes he had ever made contact with as her lips remained slightly parted.

He carefully removed his finger from her and kissed her lips more tenderly for a moment before pulling away.. “Use your words, doll. What do you want?”

With a shaky breath, she replied. “I want you to have me, fully. I love you.” she said as her fingers moved through his hair again, her sweet eyes looking into his in a soft but certain plea.

Sebastian felt his heart squeeze at her words and at the mesmerizing sight of her like this–underneath him, a version of her that was for his eyes and his eyes only, wanting him and loving him as much as he did her. 

“I love you, too, darling. So much.” he rasped before he kissed her again, this time with a sense of desperation like this was something he had wanted for his whole life. His tongue danced with hers for a minute, his hand moving back to cup her soft breast again.

When they pulled away for a breath, he swiftly removed the clothes constraining him, and moved to carefully bunch her skirt up as he took hold of her hips, positioning her.

She stared at him for a moment, taking in the sight of him that made her feel breathless–she had thought of this moment in her own quiet moments, what it would be like, and Merlin, she wanted it; wanted to experience this with him and only with him. As he stared down at her, her eyes scanned his body in full. Her heart was beating at what felt like the fastest it’d ever done, both a little nervous and exhilarated. 

“Just…tell me if anything hurts, or if you want me to stop, okay?” Sebastian requested, brushing a stray red curl from her face.

“I will. I promise, Seb.” she said, reaching to hold his hand as she smiled at him tenderly.

At her confirmation, he moved to position himself at the slick entrance his finger had just been in, before looking back momentarily for any sign of hesitation from Elisa, and when there was none, he slowly pushed himself in ever so slightly–entering in slow in case it hurt at all. His breathing was ragged as his tip reached her as he fought the intrusive thought that invited him to move with more haste. He ensured he moved slowly as he studied her face, feeling her hot breaths ghost his collarbone.

Her breath sped up again as she fully took him in, breathing through the initial pain. He slowly continued, leaning down to plant kisses on her forehead and face, groaning lowly as her warmth began to envelop him in an intoxicating way. He began rocking his hips so slowly to start, almost agonizingly slow, she thought.

When he began pumping, she gasped, eventually feeling an unfamiliar shudder run through her body as the feeling of him inside her shifted into something heavenly, something like what she envisioned euphoria to feel like—that warmth spreading from her lower body all the way up her torso.

“Oh, Sebastian–” she mewled, her grip tightening on his hair as a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. “I-It feels good–you can go faster–”

“Alright—only if you’re sure, doll.” he said in a low tone, which made another rush go through her. She adored the sound of his voice, especially like this–low, reverent, and yearning–just for her. A tone in his voice that told her she was worth longing and aching for in the same way that she did for him.

As he quickened his pace, he lowered his head to nip and kiss at her neck again, his hand moving to massage her chest, her quick breaths turning into the sweet sound of moans that reverberated in his ear. His eyes flickered down as their rhythm caused her free breast to bounce much to his enjoyment.

“Bloody hell,” he breathed. “You are so beautiful, love,” he moved to kiss her on the lips yet again, swallowing a moan of hers as he thrusted a little harder than before. Her thighs squeezed around him in approval as he maintained his momentum.

“So are you, my sweet,” she said between kisses, nipping at his lower lip as she cupped his freckled face in her hands.

He practically melted into her kiss as he groaned again, and as he kept pumping himself into her, she was beginning to feel like something was building inside of her, prompting her to instinctively roll her hips against his. She pushed as if she was trying to get as much of him as she possibly could milk out, the feeling of her tightening around him and pushing against him sending his head into a dizzying state.

“You have no idea how long I’ve thought about having you like this,” he said, feeling her body start to tense up as his did as well. 

“Yeah?” she said breathlessly before another whimper escaped her mouth.

“Mhm, and you sound so pretty,” he murmured. “I’m not going to be able to keep going if you keep doing that,”

“T-Then don’t, because I feel like I–” she cut herself off with another moan as he thrusted again. “Ah, Sebastian–”

She felt her core tightening around him even more, her body tensing further with every push. She gripped his shoulders as everything built up inside of her like water about to boil over.

“Let it go, sweetheart,” he whispered.

She let herself relax just enough, and before she knew it, it had been like a tightly wound coil had snapped inside of her as she finally released, moaning so loud he had to quickly cover her mouth to avoid drawing more attention to themselves. The feeling of her release broke his own restraint, as he buried his face in the crook of her neck to muffle his own sounds as everything came crashing down.

They remained on the couch for a few moments in a comfortable quiet, the only sound being their breaths evening out. The shadows of the library curled around them in their little tucked away corner.

Sebastian’s fingers brushed through Elisa’s hair as he looked at her lovingly, his movements slow and rhythmic as his breathing calmed down, both of them glistening with sweat.

“Are you okay?” he whispered as his thumb grazed her temple.

She nodded, barely, as a soft smile graced her features. “Mhm. I’m better than okay.”

Sebastian smiled. “Good, I just wanted to make sure.”

He could still feel the pounding of his heart—not from nerves, not anymore—but from the sheer ache of how much he loved her.

“What about you?” Elisa asked quietly.

He chuckled. “I can say the same.” He kissed her chastely before sighing, nuzzling his nose to her cheek. “We should sneak back out before we get caught. Bad enough we are in the restricted section to begin with, let alone like this,”

“Fine,” she murmured, pouting as she sat up. They recovered their discarded clothes and she buttoned her shirt back up as he put his own clothes back on. She looked up at him warmly.

“Seb, will you hold my hand the whole way back?”

He grinned, chuckling as he playfully rolled his eyes at her. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head, looking at her. “Always.”

They gathered themselves together and made their sneaky escape from the room, and when they were in a safe area, Sebastian reached to lace his fingers with hers, as promised, before he walked her back to the Hufflepuff entrance.

‘Always’ was a fitting response; even more than the two of them realized at that moment.