"A grape flavored kiss.... A boy on your lips...."
Eddie doesn't know what to do when he finally meets Gareth's other best friend. Gareth talks both of them up to each other yet it takes almost a decade to meet...
Do they actually know each other?
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The definition of loving someone shouldn't exist. My mother, the one person in my life that is completely mine, taught me that loving a person takes work. Ellie Bishop is proof of that. I can without a doubt say that I love her, I love Eddie, and fuck do I love Matilda.
Now she just said something that would make a lesser man leave. She is expecting me to not want to be with her anymore. I wasn't sure where to start, what to say. I just knew that Mattie was blaming herself, again, for feelings and emotions brought on by her circumstances.
I'm done with her thinking I am anything less than the man I want to be.
She crawled into bed with me, slowly, so fucking slowly. Shes dreading my words, my actions and it's starting to make me think I haven't shown her who I am. I wanted to pull her onto my chest, kiss her everywhere, soothe her. She's making my head spin, making my world darker with her words, but I'll be the king of hell for her. She needs to know there will never be another.
No one is going to stop me from loving this girl. As for my feelings on what she said. I can mourn that later. Inside and tomorrow I can mourn the feeling that I never will be a father. Something I have always wanted, a family, but for Mattie... fuck everything else. She's worth it, a lifetime of just us. She's worth it.
"Mattie, can you look at me for a moment, please sweetheart?" I breathed as she brought her face towards mine, I couldn't help but kiss her, I wanted her to feel loved, always. Right now she is under the impression that her feelings and desires come second in my mind to my own. I know this is a Munson trait, she has all the wonderful feelings of a Munson; she's possessive and caring. Then there is her other Munson traits, self-deprecation and just a hollowness that isn't easily filled.
I can feel her tongue and I kiss her deeply, the way she consumed my being is a feeling I will never get tired of. Pulling her towards me I grin, "Mattie..."
"Gareth, I'm scared.. scared you won't want this. Not now, but tomorrow..." Mattie whispered and I sighed, "Can I say something, before you tell me what it is I'm supposed to be feeling?"
She gasped, "Gareth! I'm not..."
"You are Matilda. I want you to know..." I grip her chin so she can't hide her face, "That you are utter perfection. I don't care that you have these feelings of possessiveness, these qualities of darkness, and I want you very well aware that I am not like other boys. I want you. If that comes with a family.. ask for it, if that family is you and I. Well, I am more than fucking fine with that to. You own me, body and soul. I am yours to command."
"Mine. Only mine?" She opens her eyes wide, "Gareth... Where did you come from? It's like I made you up in my head, you're not real Gareth Emerson..."
That's when I kiss her, she whimpers a bit, but it was over now, my tongue slides between her lips as I cup her cheeks, then make my way to her shirt, removing all clothing barriers between us as I don't allow her to more than moan my name. I will not have her doubting me, I will never be one to no show that she is my only priority. Everything else is a task, she is my heart. My hands slide up and down her, parting her thighs, making sure I could glide my tip up and down her entrance, "Mattie... prepare yourself..."
