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Warnings: Mentions of sexual activities and drinking alcohol. Soft Matty the Ratty. Mentions of bruises from the seggs *wink wink*.
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You turn on the bed and awake from your peaceful sleep, right away. Your poor eyes, even behind your eyelids, are attacked by the light coming from the large window beside your bed.
A groan escapes your mouth when you try to open them and you quickly turn back around, letting your own body protect you from the harsh sunlight.
You bring your hand up, in hopes to scrub the sleep (and the pain) away from your eyes, and this time, when your eyes reopen, they meet the sleeping form of your boyfriend.
You can tell that you just escaped his hold while you slept just by how his arms are laying beside him. His naked chest is exposed to the cold room as he sleeps peacefully, while you, on the other hand, are covered by the blankets up to your neck.
Taking this as your perfect opportunity to get up without being pulled back in bed, you get up, letting the covers fall off you and lay perfectly on the mattress, covering Matt's face from the light of the window behind you.
You look around the room and before you go to the bathroom, you grab all the discarded pieces of clothing around the bed. All of them are from last night. They got thrown to the side as you two were more than distracted with each other.
You put everything in the laundry bin and sigh at the sight of the perfectly good and new lingerie, now ripped in half. It pains you to see the so perfect and beautiful piece go into the trash, but, as Matt says, it can always be replaced.
You decide to take a quick shower and it's no surprise to you that Matthew is still asleep when you walk back out to the room.
You put on a hoodie that surely does not belong to you from how large it is in your figure, and decide to go start the coffee machine.
You need all types of energizing drinks after last night's antics.
You walk past the living room and go start the machine in the kitchen, only gaining the courage to clean anything after the first sip.
Matt outdid himself yesterday, and you can't help but smile at yourself just by remembering how amazing everything was.
He prepared everything while you just went to get groceries. Pulled out a ginormous bouquet of roses (from somewhere you do not know) to gift you when you came back, made a huge breakfast and during dinner he decorated the living room just to eat takeout.
Usually you two would have dinner out at an absurdly expensive restaurant, but surely not this year. And, honestly, you feel like you enjoyed this one a lot more. You know, just you two alone, keeping each other entertained just by each other's presence, no one to interrupt you.
You sip your hot drink and finally step onto the living room. You clean everything at light speed. The take-out boxes, the used champagne glasses and the loose rose petals scattered around the coffee table.
Your body is slightly sore and you've only started to notice it more now that you've started moving around.
When you showered you noticed how Matt had 'decorated' your body. Hickeys scattered all over your neck and chest, bruises over your hips and some light ones over your ass. He surely did a number on you.
You lean back on the kitchen counter and hold the warm mug in your hands. You're wearing a stupid love-sick smile over your lips every time your mind takes you to last night and, honestly, you couldn't bring yourself to think about anything else.
"Thought I smelled coffee." A voice awakes your thoughts and you look up at the kitchen doorway.
"I just made it." You tell Matt, and he thanks you with a smile.
He grabs a mug for himself and serves some coffee, not enough to fill the mug even halfway, just enough for some sips. He's only wearing a pair of sweats, hanging low on his hips, leaving his chest completely out, and his hair is its usual curly and messy self, like any morning, sitting in all types of ways on top of his head.
"Stop staring at my hair," He says with playful tone, mug resting right under his mouth, "I know it's amazingly styled but there's no need to drool over it that bad."
A laugh escapes your lips and a smile creeps his lips as he hears you. He puts down his mug, now almost empty, and walks closer to you, laying a kiss on your shoulder.
You look at him as he pulls away and he does the same. He pecks your lips quickly and pulls away, again, as if he just stole a kiss and wanted to see your reaction.
You put down your mug and bring your hands to his face, cupping it close to you. He smiles as you lean in and you bring your lips to his. His hands move from the counter to your hips and he holds you close to him.
His arms wrap around your back and your hands caress his cheeks as you two get lost in the sweet kiss. Both of you tasting like coffee and lost in each other's soft touch and presence, lips soft and moving slowly.
You pull away, looking at Matt with half hooded eyes, and he lays a kiss on your jaw, not letting you step back. You smile as he continues to pepper your skin with quick kisses, and as soon as he reaches your neck, he snuggles in.
Your arms move over to his shoulders and one of your hands is quick to play with his hair, carefully touching his curls as you welcome his hug.
It's a long, loving and warm hug. One you're used to receiving every morning or every time he comes back from a roadie. They're not rare but surely something you miss when he isn't home.
"I love you." You whisper close to his ear.
"Love you more." He mumbles into your skin, making you smile, again.
Before you could say anything to him to discuss who loves who more, he leans his head back and kisses your cheek, pulling away to stand straight again. He leans in enough for your foreheads to touch and before you could kiss him again, he opens his mouth to talk.
"Can we go back to bed, now?"
You laugh and his smile returns soon as he sees you. You nod and he pecks your lips, both of you smiling against each other's lips.
He unwraps his arms from around you and you unwrap yours from him. He leads the way back to your room and you grab your mug of coffee before following him.
No fresh coffee is being left behind.
Matthew throws himself back into the comfortable bed and you take a seat on your side while carefully putting down your mug over the nightstand. As soon as your legs stretch over the comfortable mattress and under the soft covers, Matt moves over and lays between your legs, laying his cheek against your thigh.
You chuckle and throw the covers over him, letting him lay comfortably as you work as his personal pillow until, probably, noon.
And you two surely stayed there... as promised... until noon.
