putty in your hands

Chapter XVI

"You have so many records.", I tell as I look around his room.
"Actually my dad collected them, that's just a small part of it, those are my favorites."
"That's so cool." I say as I pick one out. "Play this one please." I say sweetly while handing it to him.
He looks at it. "Massive Attack? Nice.", then he gently pulls the record from it's sleeve, before he places it on a turn-table. When the tonearm touches the vinyl the room is filled with first chords of "Angel".
I throw myself on the bed and look at the ceiling.
Matt approaches me as he hums the melody, his knees touch the edge of the bed and I flick my eyes down to his, smiling mischievously. I prop myself on elbows and raise my leg in a seductive manner until I press my foot against his chest.
He places his warm palm on my shin, and another hand sneaks under on my calf.
His head is slightly bowed as he looks at me smugly.
"I know that look." I say sweetly, "but we can't."
"And why's that?", he cocks his eyebrow as he caresses my leg, his fingers moving closer to my thighs with every rub.
Is he for real?
"Because..." I stare at him suggestively "your mom might hear us." I answer, lowering my voice.
Matt laughs heartily "Her room is on the other side of the house". He leans over, pressing my leg to my stomach with his body as he hovers over me, pinning me to the bed. His breath is hot against my face as he nuzzles my nose, and I try to catch his lips in a gentle kiss before he drops his body next to mine, but with no success.
I turn my head to look at him but he already observes me with his big green eyes.
"Hi." I smile at him.
He moves closer to me and caresses my cheek with his knuckles. "Why are you smiling at me like that?"
"Your eyes.. they look beautiful in this lighting", I push my cheek upwards, melting into his touch.
Matt moves his face closer to mine, our foreheads now touching as his lips linger against mine. He tilts his head a little and captures my lips with his in a soft, lazy kiss. His fingers found their way into my hair to play with it, and I grip his biceps as he trails tender kisses against my jaw.
I place my hand on the back of his neck, pulling him closer as I press my lips against his.
He pulls away "changed your mind?"
"We're just kissing" I say before leaning in for another kiss, but he withdraws "Let's drink"
I let out a confused laugh "What are we drinking?"
"I have a really good tequila." he says excitedly. "Wait here."
He's back after 10 minutes or so, carrying 2 glasses, lime slices, salt and a bottle of tequila. He places it on a small wooden table before leaving the room again, then returns with a few cans of beer. He's grinning as he puts them on the table. He then sits on the couch and gestures for me to join him. "Come here, babe."
Matt rubs his hands, smirking, before opening two cans of beer.
"Here", he places one on the table, in front of me.
"Tequila for me please, I'm not a fan of beer."
He just glances at me judgmentally as he takes my can and drinks from it.
I pour a shot of tequila, pour a pinch of salt between thumb and index finger, then I lick it and drink a shot and quickly bite on a lime wedge, sucking on it. Matt follows my lead.

Matt's POV

We've barely started drinking and she's already half drunk.
"Gosh you're so lightweight." I comment while observing her, her cheeks are slightly blush.
"I'm not.", she pouts cutely at me and moves closer. "We should do body shots!" She declares boldly as she grips the edges of my t-shirt, trying to take it off.
Help, my girlfriend is a teenager again.
"Yeah, I'm not sure about that.", I move her hands away, trying not to laugh.
She straddles me and cups my face "I want you." she glances over my face before kissing me.
Tipsy Eleanor is also horny Eleanor?
I move away to look at her and I whisper, "But what if my mom hears us?"
"She won't.", she caresses my cheek. At this point it's painfully hard to keep a straight face.
I ask her worriedly "You think?"
She nods.
I continue, with the same tone "But what if she does hear us?"
"She won't baby, trust me.", she holds her hand in the air like she's taking a fucking oath.
I furrow my brows and clear my throat to cover up my amusement. "I don't know. Let's have another shot and we'll see then."
She opens her mouth excitedly but I immediately cut her off "A regular shot tho, not a body shot."
She presses her lips and gets off my lap. "You're a party pooper.", she mutters.
I give her a short laugh "I can live with that." I hand her another shot. "Cheers darling" I clinck our glasses before throwing a shot down, and she does the same, then she quickly bites on a lime.
"Come here.", she smiles naughtily as she pulls me towards her by the belt. "You're so hot."
"Yo-you're hot" I stutter through a half laugh before she kisses me. She may be tipsy but fuck, she might even kiss better now. It's hard to pull away. I grab her face as I return the kiss, her hands are toying with my belt, trying to undo it, and I have to withdraw. It's tempting but seeing her fully drunk wins. I can't believe this'll be my first time seeing her totally pissed. So I pour us another round. And another. And another. Now I'm tipsy and she's hammered. Thankfully she's no longer trying to take my pants off, but we did fall into a very heated and serious discussion about that pathetic show she made me watch.
"But that's straight up stupid!" I make my point. "Why the hell he didn't tell her he's broke, and that he would like to stay with her. She can't read minds."
"BUT" she raises her voice "he DOESN'T KNOW what her reaction would be so... he says..." she hiccups "n-never says.. and offer."
"She doesn't even know why he left!"
"She does!", she pokes me in the chest with her index finger.
"Whatever. They're fictional. And I can't even follow what you're saying." I give up. I take a gulp of beer and Eleanor takes my other hand, taking off the ring from my little finger. She then puts it halfway on one of her fingers.
"One ring to rule them all", she starts dramatically. "one ring to find them"
I start laughing "Frodo? You haven't destroyed it?"
"One- to- one ring to b-bring them all" she continues but then abruptly stops as she stares at me. "Y-your white wig!"
"Not mine"
"You could be Gandalf!"
I burst out laughing and then she creepily croaks "my preciousss" while examining the ring closely. She's too cute.
"You're my precious" I tell her "give me a kiss". And she does.
2 shots later she wants me to tell her something in High Valyrian, which I forgot the moment I finished filming. But she's persistent and I don't want to disappoint her because she looks at me with her adorable doe eyes, so I tell her a saying I learned when I was in Mexico, but with an accent we used in series "Echando la hueva"
She looks at me skeptically "t-that's awfully similar to Spani-"
"Dracarys" I cut her off.
"Ooooh it makes sense now. Translate."
"It means... don't fuck with me or I'll burn you."
"Wooow", she's awed, and I bite my lower lip, trying not to laugh.
She leans on me, resting her head against my shoulder and I caress her cheek, brushing her hair away from her face. She yawns.
"Ready for bed?" I ask and she just hums.
I get up and take her in my arms, carrying her to bed. When I tuck her in she looks at me and smiles. "Hey"
"Hey" I smile back.
"You sure your mom liked me?", she mumbles sleepily.
"Absolutely. What's there not to like?"
She smiles.
I lean over to kiss her forehead and that's when I hear her say it again "I love you."
I smile against her skin. I KNEW IT. I FUCKING KNEW I WAS RIGHT.