My Dearest Girl

My Spiraling Emotions

Gareth POV:
I sighed heavily, the events of the last few days hitting me, my friends all desperate and angry. I prayed Eddie finally made peace with Ellie. As much as I wanted her to steer clear of hurt and distress... well honestly Eddie and her just were the best match.

Then there was me. Mattie sitting here so quietly enjoying the radio. My hand holding her hand, she didn't squeeze or show any attention, even when I rubbed her fingers with my own. I was worried, this all had left her cold and distant. Her skin felt strange and I wondered if she was going to be the same, if my innocent and lovely girl was forever altered by these fools and their own greedy actions.

"Mattie? Sweetheart? You okay?" I whispered and kept driving. I wanted her in my arms, we were better that way. The last few days of distance made you realize that you couldn't be around anyone else.

You just wanted her.

"I'm fine Gareth. Just tired and waiting to get home. Somewhere without the worries of everyone else." She sniffled a bit, was she crying. Fuck. Had to get home quickly.

The road seems to wind on forever and you are tense. Mattie still just leaned back, looking out the window with barely any interaction with you or your hand that's desperately trying to get her attention.

We pull up finally to the vacation house. I need to get a job, move her into a place that is more ours. Why am I so anxious?

As we get out of the truck she doesn't wait for me, she walks towards the door, unlocks it and saunters in. I am definitely worried now. I can't lose her.

"Mattie? Do we need to have a serious talk? You... you haven't touched me..." I shuffle my feet into the house and she turns to me with a smile.

She takes a breath, "can we shower? I just feel like I am coated in the weight of all our friends problems."

"Come here first." I open my arms and she starts to cry, not the response I wanted. I pull her into me, she grips my shirt and starts to shake, "I was trying to be strong... I don't want to be a mess around you..."

"You are the silliest creature I've ever known... what part of I fucking love you doesn't include when you are feeling like this. Remember, we are different, I've been here for you since that day on the bench. You are mine." I looked down at her tear streaked face and shook my head, she gives me so much anxiety and yet so much happiness.

Is this what love is, "let's shower, I need you naked like yesterday."

To this she giggled and finally her lips make it to mine. I can taste her tears but that isn't going to stop me. She is soft, she is beautiful and she's fucking mine.

I tear my own shirt off as we both strip on our way to the shower, I want to be inside her, but I can wait. Washing off the thoughts and emotions of our friends sounds good.

"Dinner ideas?" She chirps into my lips as I finally get her breasts hitting the open air and start on her jeans.

I allow her to kiss down my jaw while I ponder and then smirk, "pizza?"

"Sounds delicious..." she takes her mouth down my chest, I'm filled with memories of the first time she had my length in her mouth, that fateful day where I was finally able to hold her.

Fuck. She's undoing my pants, I can see a few bruises and cuts from tumbling with the henchmen. She kisses softly on each spot, my skin tingling with each touch of her tongue. Slowly I watch her pull them down, her lips kissing my clothed length and thighs, "do you want a treat before or during our shower?"

The way she talks once it's just us is undeniable and so sexy. How'd I get so lucky.

I smirk, "both..."