𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

forever sounds perfect- matt

Matt was hardly surprised when he woke up to the smell of your shower gel lingering in his room, your voice following suit as you tried and failed to stay in tune with the song you were singing far too loudly to be giving any consideration to his slumber. He scoffed as he threw the sheets off his body, hand lazily tugging at the tendrils of hair that scattered onto his forehead as he treaded into the hallway in his search of coffee, stopping briefly at the closed bathroom door, knocking against the wood to wordlessly say good morning despite the shower running the sound into a hum.

He fell into a comfortable routine, taking two cups from the cabinet and adding the coffee beans to the plunger before placing it onto the ignited stovetop, looking around for Augie's bowl and filling it to the brim, leaving it on the counter for when the golden retriever came out of the bathroom with you, and he didn't have to wait long as he came tumbling into the kitchen. Matt smiled when he heard you following close behind, your hands fussing with your messy hair as you tried to salvage it after trying to keep it dry in the shower, your other hand was pulling his shirt into place, making him go mad as the scents mixed in the air.

"Morning, sweetheart," he mused with a raised brow, shamelessly reaching one hand out to trail it over your bare legs when he placed Augie's bowl on the floor, tapping his head as the little lion dived into the kibble.

"Morning," you breathed with a soft smile, wasting no time before padding around the island and snaking your arms around his waist, his naked chest vibrating lightly with a satisfied hum as his arms folded around you in return, a kiss placed to the top of your head as you breathed him in.

You were grateful that he granted you a moment to savour him, you needed it and he made it clear by the sheer grip of his embrace that he needed it too. It was hard balancing your relationship with the little time you had to be together, both of his jobs and your university schedule keeping the two of you on a ticking clock. But every torturous moment without him seemed to fade away the second he had you like this.

"I thought you couldn't drive in this weekend," he noted, keeping an arm around you as he tended to the coffee, using an oven mitt to take hold of the plunger and fill your cups, leaving room for you to add whatever you were in the mood for as you looked up at him.

"I couldn't stay away," you shrugged, hesitantly pulling away from him to climb onto the counter, ignoring his disapproval as you folded your legs, giving him an almost innocent smirk when he moved in front of you, careful fingers threading over your thighs to place you into the memorized surface. "Had an awful week and was bound to be even worse with all the assignments that I have to get done, so I figured that if I have to work, either way, I might as well work over here and be with you."

"I thought I was too much of a distraction?" he teased with those remarkable hazel eyes sparkling as he leaned into you, hands beside your knees as his lips tilted up into an intoxicating smirk.

"You are, but I was willing to risk it," your fingers folded around his arms, body overwhelmed with an almost pathetic need to be touching him somehow, to feel him, remind yourself that you can let go of all your worries, untangle your nerves because he was here to ground you. "Couldn't focus on a single thing in the first place, missed you too much," you admitted sheepishly, averting your gaze to your legs as heat scurried up your cheeks,

"My poor baby," he sighed, and his tone held a mixture of sweetness yet dipped into teasing you, though he'd never deny the fact that he felt the exact same, the longing to be with you overshadowing every other thought in his mind. "I missed you too, sweetheart," he added, and it was his breath fanning over your face that convinced you to look up at him, biting your lip at his proximity.

You lifted your hands to his face, thumbs brushing over his stubble as your eyes raked over every feature of his face, like you were capturing it into memory, sketching it into the walls of your mind- traveling over his furrowed brows, eyes that shone with nothing but love, the softest and quite frankly, most adorable smile dancing over his pink lips as he waited impatiently for you to do something.

"You're so pretty," you nearly whispered, and his blush was instant, shaking his head as he tried to move even closer to you despite it being physically impossible, making you giggle as he brushed his nose against yours in a bashful gesture.

"Not as pretty as you," he countered, humming when the words earned the same reaction as yours earned from him and he felt himself getting lost in you, in your presence, in your love, it happened every time you were together after days of nothing but phone calls and quick text messages, his nerves yearned to be close to yours in a way that should raise worry in him, but it was addictive to love you, to be loved by you and he had no interest in quitting when it felt so right.

"Matty," you sighed, and he melted at the sound, so much expectation hidden in your tone, in the way your blood sung to him, telling him what you wanted, your hand guiding him to what you needed him to do as if he didn't know, and he'd have stopped to enjoy every sound he stole from your unaware senses if he wasn't so desperate for the same thing that you were. "Kiss me, baby, please," you begged, and he was quick to oblige, always was, as he locked his mouth with yours, your lips were delicate in their combined movement, wanting to savour the feeling like it would be the last, yet knowing that it was but the first of many.

"How long are you staying?" Matt asked carefully once he'd pulled away, hand brushing hair from his way before it settled around the side of your neck, thumb moving up and down in front of your ear.

"How long do you want me to stay?"

"Forever," he offered and laughed lightly, though you both knew that there wasn't a single insincere letter in the simple word, it wasn't in the cards right now, for either of you, but you knew what you wanted, you wanted a future far beyond what someone your age should be dreaming about, but it made sense with Matt. He was always going to be your future and that's why you smiled, nodding quickly against him as he gently guided you to wrap your legs around his waist, hands snaking around his neck, his spread out on your back as he began leading you back to the bedroom.

"Forever sounds perfect."