Save My Love

Chapter One

"You know, you should take more care in leaving your office door closed..."
Isabelle looked up from her work, a smile immediately taking charge of her face as she laid eyes on the man propped against the frame of the door.
"Well, I typically don't have men the likes of you standing at my door." She smirked.
"Ah, but secretly you want me standing at your door." He moved further into the office, closing the door behind him.
"How did you know?" She quizzed, folding her arms over her chest as she leaned back in her chair.
"I know you better than you know yourself, mon cherie."
She let her head fall back, a laugh bellowing from the depths of her soul as she watched him stand on the other side of her desk, a smile on his face.
"That's all I get," He exclaimed, mock hurt lacing his voice. "A laugh?"
"I'm sorry," she suppressed her giggles long enough to stand and come around to the other side of the desk, now standing opposite him. "You know I can never take you seriously when you call me names in French..."
"Or any language for that matter." He smirked.
"Oh, Sebastian, to what do I owe the pleasure of you popping up in my office?" She grinned, now enveloping him in a warm hug that he wasted no time embracing.
"Checking in on my best girl."
"I bet you say that to all the women..." She chuckled, kissing his cheek softly.
"Only the beautiful ones." He winked playfully.
"Are you home for the wedding?" She quizzed, paying no mind to his mention of her being beautiful, as he had been doing it for years.
"Of course," he beamed. "I wouldn't miss your sisters big day for anything!"
"Good, now I have someone to dance with and won't have to endure the grueling game of twenty questions from my family's senior citizen population."
He couldn't help the howl of laughter that plagued him, his eyes sparkling a brilliant blue as he took in her most recent statement.
"They'll ask if I'm your man." He smirked, taking her hand in his and swinging their conjoined limbs back and forth.
"Oh Sebastian, you've been my man for so long..." Isabelle grinned, allowing him to continue holding her hand. "What will you tell them!"
"Well, naturally I'll tell them yes." He dropped his hold on her hand, moving to sit in the chair opposite hers at the desk.
"I wouldn't expect anything less from you Stan..." She mused, taking a seat in her chair.
"You never should my Belle." He wiggled his eyebrows at her, his blue eyes shimmering in the offset light of the office, his elbows now resting on her desk while his hands cupped his face.
He looked on at her the way a small child would watch their mother in the kitchen, and Isabelle couldn't help but feel the shiver creep up her spine as she felt his eyes on her.
"How long are you home?" She broke the silence.
"A while," he smiled. "We're finished promoting the newest film, so we've got a bit of a break before they start filming the third movie."
"Who would have thought..." She sighed over dramatically. "My best friend, the infamous Bucky Barnes!"
"Oh hush," he waved a hand at her sounding like somewhat of a verklempt old woman with a raspy voice, and Isabelle broke out into a fit of laughter again. "You know how I feel about all the attention!"
"Oh!" She squealed in delight as he continued his show. "You sound like my nonna!"
"Your nonna loves me," Sebastian affirmed, quite matter of factly if she had anything to say about it. "She wants you to marry me and give her little half Romanian and half Italian great-grandkids with my blue eyes and your caramel hair."
"Sounds like you've given this a lot of thought." She snickered from behind her coffee mug, his head shaking as he recognized it as the mug he had sent her from the set of his latest film. The Captain America shield was emblazoned on the front and the words 'on your left' were directly underneath it.
"Well, you know how the rules work my Belle," he spoke, his mind now back in the conversation at hand. "Not married by thirty five and I'm going to put the ole ball and chain on you."
"It's the other way around my dear." She rolled her eyes, folding her arms across her chest again.
"Whatever," he waived his hand absently in the surrounding area. "Point is, you know that it's true. Why would you stick yourself with some dud when you can have me?"
"Well, at least I know what I'm getting myself in to if I shack up with you."
"Our parents would be delighted." He countered.
"Oh Seb!" She squealed in sarcasm. "Take me now!"
"You're a loon!" He laughed, watching her as she dipped herself back a bit, the back of her hand resting on her forehead.
"Ah, but you love me in spite of it." She winked.