Storm // Matty Healy ♣ The 1975

11. nerves

Lizzy's POV

That evening I began feeling sickeningly nervous.

Matty and I had just finished packing our bags for the next day, and suddenly everything began to sink in a little more than it originally had.

"You okay?" He asked me suddenly. I shrugged my shoulders a little and looked across the kitchen table at him.

"I think so." I replied as I pushed a piece of tomato sauce-drenched pasta across my plate with the tip of my fork.

"You look lovely like that." Matty mumbled. I looked at him, my mood immediatly lightening a little. I rasied an eyebrow, setting the fork down.

"Yeah?" I asked. He nodded.

"Yeah. I kind of want to pin you against the wall." He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly as he lifted his fork to his mouth and took a bit of pasta off it with his teeth.

"Yeah?" I asked again, feeling my cheeks flush as I tried to keep my cool in the current situation.

"Yeah," He placed his fork down and raised an eyebrow as he glanced across the table at me. He nudged my leg under the table, his foot brushing against the black knee high socks that I was wearing. "Yeah I do." He licked his lips. I looked down at my food and tried to suppress my giggling.

"Do you want me to keep the socks on, baby?" I asked him, looking up and trailing my feet up the inside of his legs under the table.

His eyes widened and I watched his Adam's Apple bobbing up and down in his throat as he gulped.

"Hmm?" I asked, gently tracing circles into his thighs with my toes.

"Yeah..." He mumbled softly, shutting his eyes as I moved my foot upwards towards his crotch.

"You like that?" I asked, my heart jumping giddily in my chest as I felt him harden beneath me, he let out a quiet shaky moan in response.

"S-stand up." He muttered. I nodded, removing my foot from his crotch and pushing my chair backwards so that I could stand up.

I stood up and watched as he pushed himself upwards and walked towards me.

"You've got me all worked up, Lizzy." He mumbled as he leaned into my neck. He trailed his lips down across my skin and moved upwards a little and began chewing on my earlobe gently.

"Yeah?" I laughed quietly, unsure what to do with my hands, as per usual.

"Yeah. All the time." He confirmed, pulling back to look at me for a second. "Your cheeks are pink." He grinned, I rolled my eyes.

"You've got me all worked up, Matty." I admitted as his hands traveled down under my bum. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

"Yeah?" He asked.

"Yeah. All the time."