Love On Fire

Drowning

I open my eyes slowly as I stare up at my ceiling. The small draft created by my broken window letting in the early December air.

Last nights phone call replaying in my mind as I just lay there, too hurt to get up.

I gaze at my clock that reads 3pm with a unwillingness of going back to yet another treturous day of work.

I let out a shaky breath as I roll onto my side, keeping my back to the bright window behind me on my couch, too tired to move to my bed to get a good days sleep. Covering my head with my throw blanket I let out a small cry at the empty feeling resinating in the pit of my stomach. My heart aches as I lay there with a blanket covering my head.

My phone dings on my coffee table, already knowing it's Avi asking if I'm awake. Seconds later it starts to ring but I simply let it sing as I groan under the blanket. Once it goes to voicemail it starts to ring again.

In a rage I sit up and grab my phone, throwing it across the room. A small creaking noise sounds behind me causing my hand to swipe underneath my couch where a small holder is strapped, hiding a gun. I grab it and quickly turn around pointing it to the intruder.

"Thought you forgave me?" Matt's deep voice says with a cocky tone as he puts his hands up in defense, his left hand holding onto his phone. He still wears last nights suit, his mask covering half his face. In a state of shock I drop the gun and cover my gaped mouth. Tears tinge my eyes as I get up from the couch and take a leap into his arms.

His arms wrap against my waist automatically as I wrap my own around his neck tightly, using my all not to buckle from my emotions. He groans from my tight hold, slightly in pain from last nights wounds.

"I though you died." I cry into his shoulder as I bury my head into the crook of his neck.

"I'm sorry I-" He starts lowly, his voice sore and breaking.

"Shut up." I whisper as I pull away from him and press my lips to his roughly. I slip my tongue into his mouth as I moan into the kiss, missing his touch. My arms drape over his shoulders, my hands playing with the ends of his mask, untying it. The thin fabric slips down, I break the kiss to grab the mask and throw it aside. The second I do Matt crashes his lips back on mine making me stumble back slightly from his strength.

Without breaking the kiss he bends down and hooks his hands under my bare thighs, lifting me up. My eyes widen slightly as I adjust to my new position. I wrap my legs around his torso and place my hands on his shoulder. One of his hands clamp around my rear as his other is placed on my lower back. He slowly stumbles forward as we continue to kiss.

His foot slips on the clothes I changed out of last night that lays on my wood floor. He dips forward, my body thumping on my couch, my wrapped legs over his torso dragging him down with me. He lays on top of me, our laughs breaking the kiss. I crane my neck back as I laugh, his forehead resting on my chest as he chuckles due to him dropping me.

"Should I ask why you have a gun under your couch?" He asks as he looks down at me with a wide smile, showing his bright teeth.

"You did say to take care of myself." I counter as I adjust myself under his weight. My smile falters slightly as I think about last night, his phone call in the back of my mind. I play with the end of his dark slight curls as I feel his back rise and fall.

"About last night..." Matt starts as rests his chin in my chest.

"I thought you died, Matt." I croak slightly.

"I didn't." He counters as he looks up at me. I chuckles and shake my head.

"Well obviously." I laugh as I rake my hand through his hair. "But I didn't know that last night. I thought that I had lost you, that Foggy and Karen had lost you." I explain as I roll my lips into my mouth, trying not to relive the experience.