You could be my luck. Even if the sky is falling down, I know that we'll be safe and sound.

You could be my luck. Even if the sky is falling down, I know that we'll be safe and sound. by pinklipstiiick featuring prom heels

I slipped my hand into Seb's and leaned my body against him, the sun beating down on us and it wasn't even noon yet. It made me realize how much I missed Los Angeles and it's warm weather. It wasn't exactly freezing in Chicago currently, but next week we were expecting a lot of rain and that made me worry about the effect that rain had on my hair and the extra time I'd be spending in the hair and makeup chair.

"Do you have our tickets?"

I glanced sideways at Seb and widened my eyes slowly with my lips parted, "No... I thought you had them." I watched his expression change and broke into a wide grin, bumping his hip with mine, "They're in my purse baby."

His expression went flat and he stared at me with unamusement on his face, not bothering to hide that he hated when I teased him or joked around like this. "Hilarious," He said finally and lifted an eyebrow, loosening up somewhat.

I tilted my head up to kiss him chastely, realizing that it wasn't enough and deepening the kiss with my tongue slipping into his mouth. I didn't mind the people watching, then again, I highly doubted that anyone was watching. I broke the kiss and pulled back, smiling wide and feeling so lucky that I was sure my smile would be in place all weekend. "You're lucky your girl isn't just sexy and talented, but she's hilarious also," I winked at him. He groaned as I gave his hand a little tug, leading the way through security and then handing over our tickets. "Come on.. Tegan and Sara start at 12 and I don't want to miss them."

"Easy gorgeous, we're not done here," He smirked at me and it was his turn to tug at my hand, forcing me to walk to another guy on our right. Without another word, Seb produced other two tickets from the pocket of his jeans and gave them to him, getting back two plastic bracelets.

I glanced up at him with a questioning look in my eyes, "Uhm?"

He let out a small laugh, lifting my wrist to close the yellow plastic band around it, "We're VIP, aren't we?" He grinned and placed a kiss on the palm of my hand before putting on his own bracelet.

I grinned back at him as my fingers played with the latest addition on my arm, "You really thought about everything, didn't you?"

"Don't I always?" He said back and wrapped his arm around my shoulders to pull me against his side as we started walking. It was our first real appearance in public as a couple, was it weird that I was a little nervous? In New York we were mostly sneaking around and in Chicago we spend most of the time locked up in my room, naked the entire time. The cast knew that I was seeing someone, but I was almost positive that none of them knew it was Seb. He was a very private man and I knew not to give too many of our secrets away.
"Do you also have a schedule for the bands we're going to see?" I asked, the tone of my voice playful and teasing, "No wait, maybe you made the line up from the beginning and now you're here just to make sure they follow it?"

"Very funny Aria." He smirked at me as he led our way through the people crowding the green field, "You should have your own show on the stage as the most hilarious comedian ever."

I nodded my head as if contemplating his words, tilting my head in his direction next to smile at him, "Would you pay to watch me?"

"I'd get a free show instead," He replied and set his fingers on my chin, keeping my head in place to press another soft kiss against my lips.

I grinned as I kissed him back, leaving my lips lingering on his as I moved my body to rest my chest against his. "You made that sound naughty..." I whispered, my grin growing wider. "Are you sure it'd be a comedy show?"

"What else would it be?" He lifted an eyebrow and pulled his head back enough to tuck my hair behind my ear.

I bit my lip as my grin grew, knowing that he could read my thoughts when I gave him my naughty grin. I was crazy about him and I think that made me slightly insane... my thoughts going from innocent to dirty by the slightest touch or the smallest innuendo. "I don't know," I shrugged. "I've heard that I'm a woman of many talents."

He grinned, letting his own expression rival mine, "Yeah, you always tell yourself that."

My mouth fell open and I leaned closer to bite his lip, not hard but enough to leave him groaning. I kept my hands on his upper chest and wrinkled my nose at him, "I'll make you pay for that later. What are we going to do now? Do you know where to go?"

"Of course I do," He kept grinning and slid his hand back into mine, scanning the crowd as we started to walk again.

"Are you going to tell me or is it a secret?" I kept my eyes on him, the view much better that way.

"The outdoor theater," He replied and I finally pulled my eyes away from his to look around.

"Isn't it all outdoors?"

He let out a small laugh, "That's the stages name."

"Oh..." I trailed off and bit my lip. "I'm a Coachella virgin. Does it show?"

"It does," He nodded and glanced at me as I kept smirking. "I wonder how you'd survive without me."

"Maybe we'll find out next year," I said with a shrug, looking straight ahead and making a point of avoiding his gaze.

He squeezed me against him until I had to make eye contact with him again, "Thinking about next year already?"

I squirmed and tried to get rid of the hold he had on me, my head tilting back and leaning against his shoulder as he guided me along, making sure that I  wouldn't bump against anyone. "Did you go last year?" I asked instead, avoiding his question and using one of his own tricks on him.

"Will you go the next one?" He asked back in a low voice, turning his head a little and enough to capture the tip of my ear with his teeth, biting as he kept me  in place by using his arm.

"You're hurting me!" I protested as my hands slapped his stomach. He let me free, unwrapping his arm from around my neck and letting it drop along his side. I rubbed my ear with the palm of my hand, flashing him a pout, "You can't eat the birthday girl."

He shot me a grin as he processed my words, "I can and I will. Later."

Oh dear god.

I pursed my lips together and widened my eyes a little, my cheeks flushing as I pictured him between my legs. It was a really really good image, I couldn't lie.  "Seb!" I said, pushing the thought aside or at least trying to.

"What?" He asked quietly, reaching for my hand again.

I leaned into him, cupping my free hand close to my mouth. I could smell his cologne, being so close to him. He still smelt like aftershave though his face was all scruffy... I swear, I'd never get over how sexy he was. "You can't say that when I'm wearing no panties," I whispered into his ear before pulling my head back.

He groaned, it taking everything in me not to tease him more. I wanted him to check under my skirt to see if I were lying or not... of course I was. We were at the biggest music festival where half the people here came more for celebrity hunting than for the music. "I need to drink something," He sighed, running his  hand through his hair as he changed the route to head to the VIP area instead.

"All hot and bothered already?" I asked as I bit down on my lip. "It must be the weather."

"It must be you, last year it wasn't this hot," He winked at me.

"Oh, so you were here last year," I grinned at him and then wrinkled my nose to fake an annoyed look. "Which girls ass do I have to kick?"

He raised an eyebrow, "Are you jealous?"

"No," I bit my lip and shook my head, knowing that a year ago we were already sleeping together... or well on our way to it. It was crazy that so much time had passed and we were only now technically together again. It was like every one knew we belonged together except for us. This time? I'd never let him go. "It was probably Erin instead... Poor girl."

He let out a laugh and wrapped his arms around me from behind as we stopped at the VIP area, "She's lucky. I not only gave her a job, but I pay her well."

I set my hands on top of his and tilted my head back to look at him, amusement showing in my expression since I loved how silly he could be sometimes. "Will you bring me next year also?" I asked quietly, bringing up his previous question. It was weird talking about the future because it left me so vulnerable, but when I actually put thought into my future? Sebastian was in it. Maybe my former dream of teaching kids English in a foreign country was being pushed aside, it was probably a silly dream anyways. I think I always knew in the back of my head that I wouldn't be able to leave anyways, especially not since he came back.

"I will," He replied and kissed my neck, my body feeling his lips everywhere. Even after all this time, the effect he had on me amazed me.

I parted my lips but kept those three words hanging on the tip of my tongue, smiling at him instead and kissing him when he looked back at me finally. I loved him. I loved him so damn much, sometimes it was overwhelming. "Thank you," I breathed against his lips after breaking the kiss, keeping my eyes locked on his.

He raised one eyebrow, pulling away gently and scanning my face, "Wait to thank me gorgeous."

"Why? Because you might change your mind?" My mouth dropped open and I widened my eyes a little, giving him one of my best silly expressions. Also, that look turned him on half the time since it made him think about me getting on my knees for him.

"I won't." He paused, staring into my eyes, "You're stuck with me and you will be for a long time."

My expression changed and a smile curved my lips, liking the sound of that. "How long?" I asked, no longer needing the same kind of commitment that had made me lose him years ago. There were people that got married and then there weren't, I understood that and the topic would never be brought up again. I wanted forever with him and that was enough for me.
"So long you'll get tired of me eventually," He smirked, making the moment lighter. I parted my lips, about to say something as he cut me off by planting a spank on my ass, "Go get me a coke gorgeous, I have to make a call."

"I'm not your slave," I narrowed my gaze on him while his eyes lit up at the word and he gave me a significant look. I couldn't help but grin, his dirty mind killing me a little. "You're naughty," I shook my head and kissed him one last time before walking away. I walked up to the stand and ordered a soda for him and a smoothie for myself, glancing over my shoulder to watch him stare at his phone for a moment before texting someone. With a smile, I grabbed our drinks as they were set down in front of me and walked back over to Seb.

"You were fast," He said with his eyes still on the screen of his phone as he moved his fingers quickly.

"You're welcome," I said, waiting for him to grab the cold can and secretly wondering who he was talking to. Sometimes it seemed like the man worked 24/7 and I couldn't imagine how stressing that would be.

He slid his phone back into his jeans pocket and gave all of his attention to me again, watching as I sipped my smoothie. "I don't remember saying thank you," He smirked before taking a gulp of coke.

"Because you have no manners," I shrugged and gravitated closer to him, his scent making me want to lick him all over since he smelt that good. "Was it about work?"

"No," He said simply and left it at that, surprising me and making me even more curious. I knew better than to push it though, knowing when he wanted to tell me something he would. Dropping a hand on the small of my back, he leaned into me, "And thank you."

As the words left his mouth I heard a familiar noise coming from next to us. A few clicks and he was already groaning in frustration. My head turned in that direction and I glanced at the photographer before looking back at Seb with a frown. "You hate this, don't you?" I asked, worry in my voice since I knew how much he disliked that kind of thing. I didn't want one stupid picture to ruin our day, especially since I was really enjoying our time together.

"Yes," He admitted, sighing quietly but not looking upset. "But I doubt that it makes a difference, that sucker is going to take pictures anyway," He reasoned out loud then wrapped his arm around my waist tightly to push my body against his, his head bowing down as he grinned. "Let's give him a good one, at least everyone will know that you're mine," He said before closing the distance between us and kissing me. And that right there? That was why I was so crazy about him.

I smiled against his lips, letting my body relax against his as I moved even closer if possible. My smile widened as I broke the kiss but kept my lips lingering against his, staring at him with nothing but admiration. I always wondered what people saw when we were together, if they could see the love between us just by the way I looked at him... because when he looked at me? I felt it in every inch of my body. "This is the best birthday ever. You're going to have a hard time topping it next year," I pressed another kiss against his soft lips.
"We'll stay in bed next year," He grinned and pulled his head back, kissing my forehead and then tucking my hair behind my ear after it fell in my face. His fingers ran through my ear and I shivered, loving the way his hands felt on me.

"We can do that any day," I faked a pout and then grinned, finding his free hand and intertwining my fingers with his. "Let's go sexy."

"Go...?"

"To where the music is," I smirked, taking another sip of my drink and noticing the photographer still staring at us. It was one thing to have a high school girl snapping a couple of photos, but a whole other to have a paparazzi following you around. I could see Seb's point when he said it was annoying. "I think this guy's got enough pictures of us anyways."

"You hate this, don't you?" He grinned as he used my own words on me, surprising me in two ways. One that he was being so carefree and fun and two, that it actually was annoying me. I'd never really been a private person, having grown up on screen, my love life or lack of it being published in trashy tabloids... maybe I was growing up finally. I was 24 now after all.

"Spending the day listening to good music and staring at my gorgeous boyfriend? I love it instead," I said seriously and smirked at him, knowing that wasn't what he meant.

"You sound obsessed with me," He shot me an amused look and lifted an eyebrow.

"Only a little..." I trailed off, what an understatement that was. I was bordering on obsessed. When I told him that I'd do anything for him? The scary thing was that I seriously think I would.

"Only a lot you mean," He gave me a smug grin as we walked closer to the stage, our hands clutched together so tightly that I was positive that nothing, literally nothing, could tear them apart.

I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, bumping my shoulder against his to get his attention which was focused on the people in front of us, "Because you're not instead, right?"

"So you're admitting you are?" He asked back, using his old trick of answering with a question even though this time he was just trying to provoke me and be silly.

"Does it mean you're not?" I retorted, showing him how good I had become at his own game. He was rubbing off on me in more than one way.

He raised one eyebrow, pretending to take me seriously, "Doesn't it show?"

"I don't know, does it?" I shrugged, biting down a smirk as I looked up at him through my lashes.

"You tell me," He answered casually as we came to a stop, close enough to get a nice view of the stage but far enough to have some space around us. He tugged at my arm and pulled me close to him again, his arms sliding around my waist to press my back against his chest before he leaned his chin on the top of my head and we both stared in front of us.

"It does," I broke the silence between us, setting my hands on his strong arms. My eyes remained on the stage as the two girls performed, my mind focusing more on the man behind me. He was such a distraction even without trying.

He tilted his head to the side as I did to the other, our eyes meeting again and our lips curving into matching smiles. "What?" He played dumb, both of us falling into each others gazes like we had forgotten where we were. Of course it showed, maybe not everyone could see how obsessed we were with each other, but I could.

"You're crazy about me," I let my smile widen before biting down on my lip. Still, that simple move couldn't contain the silly smile on my lips.

He broke our gaze and moved his head to nuzzle his spot on my neck, pressing a soft kiss against it as I bit harder, having to suppress a moan since we weren't alone. When I said that he drove me crazy? It was the biggest understatement ever. "I am," He breathed against my skin and I actually shivered despite the hot weather.

"Good," I grinned to myself, keeping my hands on top of his arms.

He let out a quiet chuckle, the vibrations on me feeling like pure sex. "Good?" He asked but didn't move from his place, already knowing just how much he was driving me crazy.

I tangled a hand in his hair to guide his face back to mine, "I love you." I kissed him before he had the chance to respond with something along the lines of "I'm glad you feel that way" or "I hope you do always." They weren't bad answers, but they weren't what I wanted to hear... not that I wanted him to tell me it back when he wasn't ready. I simply told him it because it was the truth and right now? It felt right. He broke the kiss but we both didn't move, letting our lips linger against each others. "Do you like the band?"

"Uhm?" He asked, probably confused by the change of subject.

"Did I make you forget where we are already?" I smirked and pressed my lips back against his, not remembering the last time we had acted like such a couple. I mean, we were obviously, but this was in a whole other league as sex. The happiness showed on both of our faces and it felt effortlessly easy.

"I couldn't even if I wanted to, my ears are bleeding," He smirked without pulling away from my lips, his turning into a grin as he stared into my eyes.

"Hey they're not that bad!" I protested, moving my lips down his jaw and biting down.

"They're not," He groaned as he wrapped his arms tighter around my waist, his behavior making me smile. I lived for seeing him this happy.

I finally pulled away and smirked as I glanced up at him through my lashes, wanting to kiss him again and again. "You just don't like them?"

He sighed, lowering his head to set his chin against my shoulder, looking at the girls singing on the stage, "Today's all about you so you pick the bands." He paused to grin, "Too bad I didn't bring earplugs though."

I ignored the second half of his sentence even if I elbowed him not so gently, keeping up the playful mood since it was too good to risk losing. "Oh I'm so lucky, my boyfriend is really spoiling me," I said in an overly sweet voice that soon turned into a silly laugh.

"You better enjoy it until it lasts silly girl," He turned my head in his direction, looking at me like he were leaving something out.

"Why?" I asked suspiciously, waiting for the rest of it.

"Because tomorrow is not your birthday anymore," He answered simply, shrugging. "And it's my turn to pick the bands I want to see."

"But it's not your birthday!" I retorted even though I was grinning, pretty sure nothing could possibly ruin my good mood.

He grinned too, "So what?"

"It's my birthday week. We do what I want, when I want," I said in a matter-of-factly tone, shooting him a serious look as he sighed deeply and hid his face by nuzzling my neck. "You're distracting me..."

He kissed up my neck and I leaned back against his chest, keeping my hands on top of those strong arms that drove me crazy. Correction, all of him drove me crazy... but his arms? His body was definitely my weakness, defined arms and chest right at the top of the list. "Hmm?" He muttered against my neck, nipping at my skin.

"Really distracting me..." I trailed off and sighed, my mind no longer on the band.. but when I was with Seb? It was usually hard to pay attention to anything or anyone else.

He pulled his head back and smirked, "Did you say birthday week?"

"I did," I said simply and forced a straight face, studying his expression.

"I've never heard about a birthday week," He paused and looked lost in a thought, being silly and making me grin. "The word day itself means -"

"Always such logic... what will I do with you?" I cut him off and pressed my lips back against his, pulling back and smiling.

He smiled back at me and shrugged, staring into my eyes, "I don't know."

"How come? You usually know everything," I said with an amused expression on my face, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip to bite back a silly grin.

"I know what I'll do with you," He said slowly and let his smile turn into a mischievous and sexy grin. My body reacted, going into overdrive from how crazy this man drove me.
"Tell me, I'm curious," My eyes lit up as my thoughts went naughty instantly, my head turned to look at his as I gave him all of my intention instead of the stage.

He pretended to think about it for a moment, his handsome face looking lost in a thought. "I'll stay with you as much as I can, spoil you, give you anything you want..." He trailed off, getting sidetracked again when he started pressing a trail of kisses from my cheek to my mouth. I loved this... getting spoiled and all of the attention my perfect man could give me. I never wanted it to end.

"Then what?" I muttered against his lips as I bore my eyes into his.

"You'll have to thank me for that for at least a month," He answered with a straight face, his eyes going a full shade darker. I imagined ways of thanking him... and it made me more than a little frustrated.

"You wish." I laughed, "But this is not how it works. And for the record, you didn't even get me a cake, so I don't know..." I trailed off and broke the eye contact, setting my head on his shoulder again as I stared in front of us at the stage.

"The day is still long gorgeous, we'll see."