Love On Fire

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Sun beams through the window, warming up my skin as I place a plunging gray tank top over my head, pulling it down over my body. I slip on a pair of lose black shorts that hang lowly off my hips, showing the band of my gray underwear.

Soft music spins on my recorder as I hum along while stretching my tired muscles. I let out a strained noise as I place my hands over my body to the cool floor. I slowly straighten back up, stretching my back.

"Busy?" Matt's voice asks from behind me. I look over my shoulder and shrug.

"Not really, I don't go to work anymore." I huff in slight irritation.

"Not until this is fixed." He states as he walks slowly to where I'm standing.

"I know, you've only told me a hundred times." I sigh looking at him. He walks with comfort towards me, wearing his usual attire for the weekends: black joggers and a random t-shirt that shows off his muscles.

"Only because you've complained about it a hundred times." He quips as looks down at me slightly. I groan and rest my forehead against his chest due to my boredom.

"Maybe because I'm bored." I acknowledge in sarcasm.

"Work out." He answers as if it's obvious.

"I do that, like all the time." I state with a straight face as I take my forehead off his chest, instead giving him a dirty look.

"I feel your glare." He whispers looking down at me.

"Good, I've been told I'm a good glarer." I tell him with a pointed look.

"That's not a word." He says with a small smile. My face stills as I look at him.

"I've used it before..." I trail off.

"Doesn't make it a actual word." He counters lowly.

"Shut it. You really gonna bully the girl who isn't from America?" I ask squinting my eyes at him.

"Don't get mad at me with that voice of yours." He teases. I roll my eyes and push him slightly.

I toss myself onto his bed and stare up at his tall ceiling.

"What do you want to do today?" I ask huffing. He shrugs as he walks over to wear I'm laid with my hair sprawled out and my arms taking up the whole bed.  He clears his throat and rakes his hand over the bed, moving my hair to the side before sitting down.

He turns his head down to my laid position before laying down himself. My head hangs slightly off the bed while his legs hang off as well besides me.

I sit up and look at him, his eyes move around the room as if concentrating on something specific. His brows are downturned and he bites his upper lip.

In a quick motion I sit criss crossed beside him and place a hand over his covered chest.

"You okay?" I ask still staring at his slightly frowning face.

"Hm?" He hums as he puts on a brighter face and looks in my direction.

"What are you thinking about?" I ask.

"You." He whispers.

"Me?" I ask in confusion.

"What you look like. I'm trying to...imagine you. Your face, your hair, your body. I think it should be obvious that I know how my girlfriend looks like." He sighs getting slightly emotional.

"Girlfriend?" I ask trying to tease him to lighten the mood. He groans in annoyance as his frown deepens.

(Play Song)

"Sorry, sorry. Was just trying to make you smile." I tell him, rubbing his chest smoothly.

"It's okay Matt, honestly. You don't need to see me." I whisper trying to console his aching concerns.

He scoffs and looks to the side, as if ashamed of his ailment. I slowly take my hand off his chest, dragging it over to my lap.

I bite my lip as I grab the ends of my top, slightly anxious.

At the sound of my quickened heartbeat Matt's head turns back to me as I lift my shirt over my head. I throw it to the side and adjust my hair out of my face.

"Who needs to see when you can feel." I say barely above a whisper as I sit on my knees and slowly lean one leg on the other side of his body.

I sit on-top of him as I grab ahold of his warm hands, starting to place it on my exposed hips.

"You wanted to know how I look like. Now you can." I urge as I let go of his hand, letting him explore my half naked body himself.

He looks up at me slightly shocked, but a small smile stretches onto his face. He closes his eyes and lets his hand start to memorize every inch.

They slowly slide up my side, dipping inwards on my waist. He makes it to my chest, his fingers tracing the outline of them from my bra. Once he makes it to my neck he pulls me down harshly making me crash into him in surprise.

I let out a noise in surprise as I look down at him from my position over him. My hair falls down over his face however his large white smile peaks through the red strands.

He kisses me sweetly as the record plays in the back. His soft lips pulling on my own in a small nibble. I smile widely into the kiss as I feel his teeth lightly grab my lower lip, pulling playfully. He lets go as he kisses my face before wrapping his body over mine, swapping positions.

I look up at him as he leans his body heavily between my legs, but I don't have a care in the world. He begins to trace my face with his index finger. He drags it across my jaw, outlining my face.

He slowly swirls it up to my lips that are spread into a smile. He hums lowly as he makes his way up my nose, trailing over the slight bump in the middle.

I close my eyes as I feel him make his way up my cheek and onto my eyelids. He traces over my long lashes before over my thinner eyebrows.

"You're beautiful." He whispers as he starts to rake his hands through my hair.

"I wish you could see how handsome you grew up to be." I tell him lowly as I too place a hand over his face, rubbing my thumb over his cheeks.

He chuckles lowly as he looks down at me with a certain look in his eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I laugh wholeheartedly.

"Because I can't believe you're mine." He whispers as his finger drags itself back down to my lip, pulling it lightly making it part an inch.

"Who said I was yours?" I joke with a lifted brow.

"I did." He mutters before he crashes his lips onto mine.

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Literally pains me that he feels that way :'(   Hope you enjoyed that little scene!

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