Sebastian Stan & Characters Imagines

□■ Chris Beck : Morning ■□

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You yawned and stretched out your tired arms, a lazy smile on your face. Those few seconds in the morning between being awake and asleep were always your favorite- a small taste of bliss before the long day ahead. You turned to get out of your bed, but an obstacle was in your way.

A strong obstacle.

A warm obstacle.

Your eyebrows furrowed and you flickered open your tired eyes, your bliss being cut short when you saw a bare chest in front of you. You bit your lip to keep from crying out, and slowly angled your head up to see who was next to you.

A gasp escaped your lungs as the face of none other than Chris Beck came I to view.

"Damn. Damn damn damn damn." You looked down at yourself to find that you were fully clothed, and he had on pajama pants, only furthering your confusion. A wave of panic settled in as you realized you were stuck under his strong arm, which was wound around your waist, holding you down.

"Oh lord." You sighed, your hands on his chest. You looked back up at him and poked his cheek, trying to wake him up without freaking him out too much.

"Chris." You hissed. "Wake up."

You poked his cheek again, then tapped it lightly. He groaned and lifted his arms to stretch. You saw your chance and rolled away from him, overestimating the length of the bed and landing on the floor with a thud.

"Ouch." You complained. Chris shot up at the sound of your butt hitting the ground, and leaned over the side.

"You okay?" He asked, his voice husky. One of his eyes were squinted, battling the light. Small strands of his hair were hanging in his face.

On any other day, particularly a day when you weren't in space, you would've loved to wake up next to him.

"Chris. Why the hell are you in my bed?" You asked seriously.

"You were tossing around a lot last night." He answered simply, throwing the sheets aside and swinging his legs over the side of the mattress.

"What?" You questioned, raising yourself from the floor. He stood as well, then looked you in the eye.

"I said, you were tossing around a lot last night. Whimpering. Shaking. I tried to wake you up, but you kinda death gripped my arm so I just layed down with you." He shrugged as if it was a normal occurrence, as if it was normal to climb into women's beds.

"And that makes it okay to sleep in my bed?!" You whisper-yelled, trying to keep from waking the commander.

"Look, you stopped when I was next to you, so yeah, as long as it helped it was okay."

"So you would just crawl on in to Lewis' bed if she was having nightmares?"

"No! Don't be weird."

You scoffed. "Then why is it okay with me!?"

"Because it's different!" He began to whisper-yell as well.

"How is it so different, huh? Please enlighten me."

"Well, because... you're you!"

"What is that supposed to mean?!"