Summary: When the last person you ever wanted to see again comes strutting back into your life, you swear you’ll keep your distance. It becomes much harder to do when you start to remember why you loved him in the first place.
AN: Yeah I have no idea why I did this to myself. This is a mini series, 7 parts. I was (un)surprised to discover most Lance Tucker pieces are smutty one shots which, makes sense because the guy’s a f*cksickle. But, I wanted to try something else. So here’s some T(F)ucker love.
Side note, you don’t have to have seen The Bronze to read this, but there will probably be spoilers if you know absolutely nothing about the film.
Weddings were the worst. You stood by that from the very first time you’d ever gone to one and not once changed your mind since. Standing between the bar and the dance floor, you sip on the cheap tap beer and lean on the polished wood, your best friend standing beside you and doing the same.
“When can we leave?” You ask her, eyeing her over the rim of the plastic cup. Hope shrugs, downing the rest of hers.
Your husband, Sebastian is at the premiere of a good friends movie in London. He flew in from Ireland where he is currently filming, but you unfortunately were unable to attend due to your work schedule. While doing an interview on the carpet, the interviewer tries to get Seb to reveal information from your relationship. She asks him a few questions that he successfully dodges but when she tries again for the fifth or sixth time he decides to answer the question thinking that it will maybe get her to stop. “So Sebastian, you and your wife have been apart for what, a month now? How are you both keeping that spark alive?” Sebastian looks around him, before turning back toward the blonde interviewer. “Y'know, FaceTime, Skype, and phone calls once or twice a day, and lots of texting.” He says smiling and licking his lips, while shoving his hands into his pockets. The lady before him smiles, believing that she’s about to get some juicy information. “What was the last text that was sent between the two of you? Anything dirty lately? She smirks and pushes the mic towards Seb. He wets his lips again with his tongue and looks down at his feet, thinking about the texts that you sent him before he left the hotel. He almost started telling the hopeful woman about the pictures that you took before hand, but he catches himself. “Oh yeah, super dirty! It was my Spotify playlist.” The lady’s wide smirk falls but she covers up her agitation quickly before letting him go. When you talked to him later that night he told you about the whole ordeal sending you into a fit of giggles. “Well, I’m glad you didn’t tell her Mr, or else you wouldn’t get the pictures that I’m about to send you.” Sebastian’s breath hitches audibly causing you to smirk almost evilly. “Well,” he says seductivly, “this is going to be a good night.”
My personal style is eclectic, I would say. I always like to mix and match things. Uh, but the thing is that it changes every single day. So if I’m feeling you know a little more rebellious, one day I may dress a little more punk rock. But most of the time I say, pretty consistently, I’m feminine.
A i ono, jako je zrelo od mene što sad sedim i kuliram umesto da ga ubeđujem da me ne voli i da me ne zna i da beži od mene, jer sam emocionalno retardirana osoba koja ujebe sve koji joj se približe.. Ali da.