New theory: Sebastian knows he's unbelievably cute and purposely rips our hearts in two

#StanFanRights2k15
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The day has finally come.

After years and years of waiting, you were finally going to see your love again, finally going to see Chris again.

You had lost count long ago of how many times you had wished he was home, or how many times you missed him so badly it brought tears to your eyes. But it was finally coming to an end. He was finally coming back to Earth.

It was torture, having to wait in a small lounge room somewhere in a NASA building. Your leg wouldn't stop bouncing on the ground, the small taps of your heel meeting the ground echoing through the room. You felt a bubble of excitment in your chest, like you had on your first date, when you had your first kiss, when he first... spent the night.

The door opened, the man you had been waiting too long to see entering the room. Tears sprung into your eyes as you jumped up and ran to him, leaping into his arms. He held you close to him by your waist, giving you a quick twirl before setting you do again, not once letting go.

The tears were now rolling down your cheeks, your lip trembling. He took in a shaky breath and pulled away to look at your face. The beautiful face he had come to love. His hands cupped both of your cheeks, his thumbs wiping away stray tears.

"I love you." He whispered in a strained voice, his blue eyes glossy.

"God, Chris, I love you too, so much." You whispered back. He smiled softly and connected his lips with yours, letting the passion and anticipation for that moment speak where he could not. Never, in a million years, did ever think he would be able to tell you just how much he loved you, unless he repeated those three words until the day he died.

His heart was fully devoted to you, to waking up knowing you love him too, to knowing that such a beautiful woman had let him steal her heart just as she had stolen his.

And moments like this, like a kiss so full of love it leaves a knot in your stomach, are the reasons he lived. It was only fate that decided that he should share these moments with you.

He pulled away and let his eyes roam over your face, drinking in the eyes, nose, lips, cheeks, everything that he had missed so dearly for so long.

"Don't you ever leave again, or I swear to God I'll just die." You threatened, making you both chuckle through your tears.

"I don't ever want to leave again." He replied, resting his forehead on yours. "I won't ever leave you again, love, I promise. I promise you I'm staying."

"Damn right." You muttered, sniffiling. He chuckled again, moving his hands from your face to your hips, circling your waist and resting on your lower back.

"You haven't missed much, I haven't been doing anything without you." You said, wiping away a tear.

"Oh, I can't beleive that. You've had to do something." He replied.

"Nothing. I couldn't do anything without you."

"(Y/N), why do you do this to me?"

"Do what?"

"Make me love you even more with every passing second."

You pulled away and smiled at him before leaving a soft, lingering kiss on his lips.

"Well I love you too, Chris."