Let 'em talk 'cause we're dancing in this world alone.

 "Seb." I said softly and gently, breaking the silence in our hotel room as my hand landed on his shoulder, the bed flexing underneath me as I crawled onto the bed.

"Are you awake?" I asked as I eased myself behind him, resting on my knees.

"Yeah," He muttered under his breath, his voice still groggy as he kept his gaze in front of him.

My body adjusted against his, my chest pressing against his bare back as my arm wrapped around his waist and my nose nuzzled his neck. "What's wrong?"

He reached for my hand and pressed a kiss on it's back before closing it in his as he leaned them both against his heart. Silence weighed on us while I waited for him to speak, to tell me what had been on his mind for a while now. "I had a nightmare, I think," He said eventually, giving me the simplest answer.

"What was it about?" I asked as I squeezed his hand and placed soft soothing kisses up his neck.

He shook his head, tugging at my arm to keep me closer to him, "I don't even remember anymore." He said honestly before changing the topic, "Why weren't you in bed?"

"I was packing...did you forget we're leaving today?" I asked back with a hint of amusement in my tone.

"I wish," He muttered under his breath, closing his eyes and exhaling loudly.

"Seb..." I trailed off, my voice sounding a little unstable, struggling to say what was on my mind since we'd been going back and forth like this for a while now. "Where are we going to stay?" I asked eventually, needing an answer since he kept giving me nothing. "I know we're landing in LA but that doesn't mean we'll stay there."

He tensed, the subject was a touchy one with him and I had no idea why. For a man who planned out literally everything, how could you not care about having no home?? "We can stay wherever you want," He answered as if it were that simple, but it wasn't that simple. We had to pick a place to call home and our opinions on the matter were, once again, opposites.

"I want you to have an opinion in this also," I said seriously, my voice still unsure when it came to this topic. I'd tried everything already. I told him I'd move to San Francisco, offered to live in the home we'd already built together in Seattle, suggested having more than one home so we could each choose our favorite city. Nothing worked though. That feeling in my chest grew heavier and heavier each and every time we had the conversation because I knew that it was hopeless bringing it up and I'd get that same distant look from Seb. I wanted to scream, cry, beg him to choose, bang my head against the wall. Every emotion hit me and it was exhausting.

"We'll stay at your place," He said and gave me another nonchalant shrug.

"What if Gavin's home? What if my sister has moved in with him?" I replied, referring to the way my old roommate was also my old best friend who was now dating my sister. I wasn't going to lie; I could easily see why Seb hated LA, but when it came to our careers? It just made sense living there.

He elicited a response that sounded like a groan. "We'll stay at a hotel," He replied and scrubbed his hands over his face.

"Is that our new lifestyle? Living out of suitcases and staying at the nicest hotel in town?" I asked with a sadness to my tone, maybe a little bitter too.

"Why do you need an answer right now Ar?" He asked back and his tone sounded unrecognizable, exhausted.

"Because I've been asking the same question for almost an entire year now!" I choked back, feeling as exhausted as he sounded.

He looked at me, studying my face while I got scared for a moment by his own expression. "I don't have an answer for that Ar," He said quietly, setting his hands down to lift himself into a sitting position so that his back was leaning against the headboard.

"Just because you don't have it, it doesn't mean we can't even talk about it. It doesn't mean you can't even tell me what's your opinion!" I went on, crossing my legs Indian style as I looked at my husband, my fingers playing with the hem of my shirt nervously, revealing my agitation.

"We're talking about it now," He said back, forcing a quiet tone.

I shook my head as I broke eye contact, my eyes looking at my hands, "We're not instead. You keep dancing around the point and I keep trying to get what you really want but all I get is nothing. I thought we were getting better at having conversations like two normal adults, maybe I was wrong."

"If it was up to me? I'd live in San Francisco because that's where home is to me," He said bitterly, finally giving me an answer even if it wasn't exactly the one I wanted to hear. "But we both know what happened last time I wanted you to move there with me. What would you do now? Divorce me?"

My mouth dropped open at that low blow, hoping he really didn't think so lowly of me. "You're being an ass," I retorted. "It's not fair, I already told you I'd follow you there."

"Yeah right. You'd hate it and end up being unhappy," He said back in monotone and as much as I hated to admit it, there was some truth to his words.

"Okay Seb," I said after a moment, no longer knowing what to say. He was sad, that much was easy to see... It was effecting me too though. He couldn't see or understand that that's just how married couples worked. Our attitudes and moods effected each other. I was too damn tired to fight over this and we could live in a fucking hotel if that's what he really wanted.

He stared at me again, trying to engage my mood once more, "Now you're mad."

"No. I'm tired of trying to have this conversation and leaving it empty handed," I said seriously, no emotion to my voice, it was as monotone as the tone he had been using on me. Setting my feet back on the floor, I walked back over to the suitcase we'd bought days ago when we first arrived in Copenhagen. I picked up the remaining piles of clothes and continued packing them, not hearing a sound from behind me.

"Come here," He said after being quiet for a few moments.

I shook my head as I kept putting away stuff, "No Seb, I'm tired of being the only one talking. And I'm not in the mood for anything else."

He let out a deep sigh, the creak of him moving on the bed until I could almost feel his body behind mine. "Ar, please," He added quietly, stretching his arm out as I turned to face him, seeing a vulnerable expression on his face.

My hand linked to his eventually and he didn't waste a second as he pulled me to him, forcing me to sit on his lap, my knees resting by each side of his body. "I'm not going to stay here with you and share your silence," I warned, maybe being a little harsh, but a part of me didn't care. Sometimes that was the only way to handle him.

He wrapped his arms around my waist, burying his face against the crook of my neck as he closed his eyes and inhaled the scent of his favorite place. "I don't know what to do Ar, and it drives me insane," He confessed eventually, trying to open up.

My body relaxed a little in his hold, my hand moving up the back of his neck to play with his hair and calm him. "You're only human Seb," I said back, knowing him well enough that for him there was no other option than perfection and he was too damn hard on himself.

"I always have plans, a view of how I want my future to be, an objective to reach, now I have nothing. I'm lost and you're the only thing that keeps me from losing my mind," He said against my neck, his hold on me getting tighter.

"I'm always going to be here for you," I said back quietly, my heart starting to break from how broken he sounded right now. It killed me that he couldn't see what I saw; how amazing he really is. He was hands down the most talented human I'd ever met, he could conquer any career he tried, and he was gorgeous enough to be a model. He was so close to perfect that I guess it made sense trying to achieve that perfection would be his downfall. "I love you so much, but you can't keep doing this to yourself. You have to let all the anger you have towards your last film go."

"It's not that easy," He said with his head still hidden in the crook of my neck.

I closed my eyes and moved my fingers to the back of his neck, massaging it gently, "Everyone does something in their career that they wish they could take back. It's just what makes you a stronger person because now you'll only work harder."

He pulled his head back to shoot me a skeptical glance, "And what part of your career do you regret?"

"Most of it," I grinned at him, knowing I'd done awful movies and even worse photoshoots. They say that any press is good press and while that's true to some extent? Those are the things that come back to haunt you.

"Like the movie we did together? Or the one I picked you as my main actress?" He asked back, trying to make the moment lighter but failing.

"Hilarious but no," I smiled a little, leaning into him to press a soft kiss on his lips before pulling my head back again with a more serious expression on my face. "I never thought I'd say this after all the times I complained about you working too much...but you need to go back to your job Seb."

He kept his intense eyes on me until he couldn't handle it anymore, because the truth was that hard sometimes, instead he went back to his favorite place against my neck. "I know I do."

A small sigh escaped me as I kept him against me, giving him the silent comfort he really needed right now. "No matter what you'll do, it will be great," I said eventually, having so much faith in him because I knew that he was capable of anything. He was truly that amazing.

"I still don't know what to work on, I need some time to figure it out," He said back quietly.

"Stubborn, aren't you?" Came my reply, my fingers moving up and down the back of his back slowly and soothingly.

He finally pulled his head back to look into my eyes, "I am." He admitted then paused, trying to collect his thoughts once again, "I think I'll make up my mind in London."

I stared at him as I processed his words, the corners of my lips quirking into a genuine smile when I finally understood what he was saying. "You're coming with me?" I asked, my hand resting on his lower back while I kept staring at him.

He nodded his head then shrugged as if it were nothing. I mean, I had followed him to Seattle for his career, I'd follow him anywhere and everywhere if I had to. But that was me. "If you still want me to come," He replied.

"Of course I do," I moved a hand to his cheek and let it rest there. "I want you with me always."

"Even if I complain the whole time?" He joked, even if there might be some truth to it. We'd been so many places together, luckily London was a place we could both agree on. It wouldn't be too hot, this time of the year we might even get a lot of rain. It was the kind of weather Seb liked best and maybe he could find his inspiration there... maybe he'd start a new project while I worked.

"I'll spank you if you complain," I said with a forced serious face before breaking into a grin and pressing a kiss against his lips.

He kissed me back, allowing himself to relax a little, "That won't ever happen Ar."

I faked a sigh as I leaned my cheek against his shoulder, "Life's so unfair, I always let you spank me instead."

"You love it as much as I do," He said back and kissed the top of my head. "You'll be in London for a few months right?"

"We will, yes," I corrected him, not sure where the conversation was going but breathing against his neck and letting him caress me gently like I had done with him earlier.

"Can I start going planning crazy? I need something to focus on," He asked in a honest voice, knowing he needed it. Having so much free time on his hands was driving not only Seb crazy, but me too.

I brushed the tip of my nose against his neck, "As long as I'll be part of it and I'll have the last word on the place you'll want to rent for our stay in London, yes you can crazy husband."

"Deal," He wrapped his arms tighter around me. "I was also thinking we should keep our Seattle house since you love it and I do too. Just like I want to keep my San Francisco house and if you want, you should keep your LA one...even thought I'm not sure if you still want to share that propriety with Gavin."

I pulled my head back just enough to blink at my husband while trying to engage his expression and if he had really meant what he said. I mean, of course he meant it, Seb never said things just to make me happy and he rarely ever joked. "Really?" I said quietly, keeping my lips parted as I stared at him. "You think I should keep my LA place?"

"Yes," He said and shrugged.

"What if we got a place together there instead?" I suggested, knowing how much he hated being in the house I co-owned with Gavin. I still loved Gav like a brother and he'd always have a place in my heart, but I didn't like putting Seb in any uncomfortable situations. "I don't expect us to live there always since we'll have our other homes, but I think it'd be nice," I added with a smile, wanting him to know that I liked his plan which had originally been mine.

He processed my words and thought fast about how to respond, still looking a little hesitant when it came to the city he had grown up in. "It'd make sense since I still have my family there," He said carefully, that being the only reason that could convince him.

I nodded, liking his answer so far and the idea of being able to see both of our families from time to time. "We could spend time with our nieces whenever we are in town," I reasoned, knowing how the two little girls were his weakness.

"I'd like that," He agreed. "But we won't have enough time to find a house now that we come back."

I stared at him for a long moment, trying to understand how his mind was working. Sometimes that man was such a mystery. "Because we'll be leaving for London in two weeks?" I asked and he nodded, "Two weeks aren't that bad."

"We'll have a lot to do during those two weeks," He started, "You have to get ready for the movie, we have to go to Seattle to collect some of the stuff we left there and I need to talk to Erin to figure out how to make work Erin for me even if I'll be on the other side of the ocean. Oh, and we have to find where to live in London too."

I nodded my head in agreement, beyond thankful to finally have some sort of plan. It'd been torture trying to have this conversation with Seb for more than a year now and we finally were getting somewhere. "It sounds like a busy two weeks. When will we have time for making love?" I asked and grinned when he wrinkled his nose, still not a fan of the term. "Why are you making that face silly man? Don't you want to make love to your wife?"

"No, I'm too busy thinking about my future and work," He said but smiled eventually, probably because I was pouting.

My lips quirked into a smile that matched his and I leaned my chest against his, relaxing in his hold. "Are you feeling better now?" I asked softly, wanting the best for Seb always and not just because I was his wife. I wanted to be so much more than that. I wanted to be the person he could always come too, tell me his doubts and fears. We'd come so far over the last year and we still had a ways to go.

He nodded and lowered his body on the bed again, his back on the mattress and his hands on my thighs as he looked up at me. "Yeah, I do. A lot," He said, smiling a little.

I joined him, laying next to him and cuddling against his side, "You should always open up with me, no matter what's on your mind. I'm here to listen to you always," I said softly, my hand moving up and down his chest slowly.

"I know babe, but you know how I am," Came his response, because no matter how much he was trying to change and have changed already, there were parts of him that were harder to mold.

"You're stubborn like a donkey," I said back before I broke into a chuckle, amused by my own words.

"I can agree on being stubborn but I'm not a donkey," He grinned at me, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me close.

I looked up at him, the back of my head resting on his arm, "What are you? A lion? A tiger? Or are those not manly enough for you?"

"I'm a wolf, and you're little red riding hood," He answered before yawning, the tension leaving him and making him look exhausted all over again.

I laughed softly again and nuzzled his neck, "Is my wolf still tired?"

"I slept bad," He said flatly and sighed, probably thinking back to his nightmare and the way he had been tossing and turning all night. I wasn't a light sleeper luckily, but sometimes I still woke up from time to time, alert to the way my husband had a hard time sleeping.

"Rest your eyes and let me cuddle you," I suggested and peeked up at him as he closed his eyes, probably only for my effort since he wasn't big on napping and once he woke up? He was up for the day.

"Massage me woman. I'm sore," He said and when I looked up at him again, there was a grin on his lips.

I grinned back and leaned closer to kiss his soft lips, beyond thankful for the smile on his face. It'd been a while since he looked so at ease and while he still didn't have everything figured out, this was a start. "You're pushing your luck now," I said seriously.

"Don't I always? What's life without a little thrill?" He said back in a joking tone since asking for a massage was hardly thrilling. I laughed at his words and inched my body away from his, his eyes opening immediately when he didn't feel my warmth against him anymore. "I don't think it would be wise for little red riding hood to stay too close to the wolf."

He watched me lazily, "She should have thought about that when she married him." "What's life without a little thrill?" I winked as I used his own words against him before I started folding clothes again, feeling his eyes on my ass in the process. "Are you going to stay there and stare or are you going to help me pack?" .

He groaned as he got up from the bed, running his hands through his hair and walking over to where I was. "Neither," He answered as he cupped my ass with one hand and pressed a kiss on the side of my head.

I grinned and bit into my bottom lip, shaking my head while I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy the way he touched me... because I loved it. "Is my ass too distracting?" I looked at him with a lifted eyebrow.

He grinned back at me and nodded, "It is. I think I'm going to go shower."

I wrinkled my nose, "Without me?"

His grin widened and I couldn't help but smile back at him, falling more and more in love with him every time he made that face and reminded me of why I married him. "If you shower with me, then who will pack for us?"

I sighed and rolled my eyes, "I don't know what you'd do without me." He'd probably travel with just a backpack holding a toothbrush, toothpaste, and one outfit.

"I don't plan on finding out," He said and gave my ass a soft slap before pulling away from me again.

My eyes followed him and he peeled his shirt off, tossing it onto the pile of clean clothes I had folded only an hour ago. "Sebastian," I narrowed my eyes on him but smirked at the view and how fucking sexy he was.

He shot me a look, raising a brow as he pushed his shorts down his legs and stepped out of them. "What? You're giving me mixed signals babe," He grinned at me.

I tried to recompose myself but I was struggling not to keep grinning as I put my hands on my hips for full effect, "You just tossed your shirt on that pile of clothes. Clean folded clothes."

He nodded, "So that's what the full name is for." He smirked as he leaned his shoulder against the doorframe of the bathroom, "What about the grin instead?"

I finally let go and threw myself against him, wrapping my arms around his neck, "You know that already."

"You mean all I had to do was take my shirt off?" He asked as he lifted his hands to cup my face, staring into my eyes then kissing the grin on my lips that matched his. "I'm sorry about that."

"I'm not," I whispered and leaned into him.

"I'll keep tossing my clothes all around then," He grinned even though it was a lie. Seb was so OCD, if he tossed anything on the floor it'd last maybe five minutes there before he'd pick it up and put it in it's rightful place.

"I'd have to see it to believe it," I said slowly with an eyebrow raised.

He let out a soft laugh and let me lean my body into his, "Why aren't you packing? Am I that irresistible?"

I grinned at how cocky my husband was, whether he'd ever admit it or not. There was a fine line between cocky and confident and Seb was most definitely the first. "I was thinking I'd take a break and join you in the shower..." I trailed off and pressed my hips against his.

He set two steady hands on my hips and stopped them from rocking against him while a grin played on his face, "If you join me in the shower, you'll never finish packing and we'll have to leave everything you just bought behind."

"Oh logical husband of mine. Don't get naked in front of me and expect me to do nothing about it," I said with a small pout, wanting to drag him into the shower and spend every last minute of our vacation time ravishing him. We'd probably miss our flight. Not that I'd really complain.... Seb on the other hand? Everything had to go according to plan.

"But I'm not naked, I'm still wearing my boxers," He said back and kissed my pout away.

I faked a straight face, raising my eyebrow this time. "Are you planning on showering with your boxers on?" I asked like a smartass and he shook his head. "See, you'll get naked eventually," I added and grinned again, pleased with my reasoning.

"If you join me, we'll never make it to the airport," He explained, always the logic one between the two of us. If it were up to me? We'd be late to everything. Who could really blame me though??

I shrugged nonchalantly while my grin turned into a smirk, "Would it be that bad?"

He took a few moments before answering, running a hand up and down my back mindlessly, "When we'll be in London it'll be easier to travel."

I sighed, feeling the defeat but still kind of wanting to see my husband naked anyways. Unlike him? I still had very little restraint. I turned my attention back to the suitcases and our clothes, the souvenirs we had bought... okay, the souvenirs I had bought, and a few gifts for the girls. "I'll be thinking about your wet and soapy naked body while I finish the packing," I said in a monotone and he laughed.

"My dirty underwear you mean?" he said in an amused tone.

I lifted an eyebrow at him and shook my head, "Officially no longer turned on. Thank you."

Seb laughed and I couldn't help but grin, "Is that all it takes? I've been wondering what your kryptonite is."

"Overly hairy men, mustard, and apparently my husbands dirty underwear," I said matter of factly. "If you're going to stand there, I am seriously going to put you to work."

"Oh, come on. It's not the end of the world, I'm just one man and if you have so much to pack it's all your fault," He retorted simply, grinning and teasing me. Even if it was a little true.

I narrowed my eyes on him, "I'm this close to slapping your face."

"My handsome face you mean," He said back, his grin only getting wider and I just rolled my eyes. "But thank you for packing my stuff too."

"Now, that's the first thing with a sense that you've said in hours," I sighed once again.

"I'll make up for that one day babe," He smacked my ass on my way to the bathroom.

"You better," I yelled out as he started the water.

"One day babe!"