Darling | Matty Healy

Chapter 9

(prefacing this with a smut warning if you're not into that kind of thing xx)

The two of them slammed into one of the cubicle doors, connected as one rushed, breathless being as they continued kissing passionately, breathing heavily and gripping each other tightly. Matty had wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her as close to him as humanly possible and her hands journeyed from cupping either side of his face, sinking into his hair and slowly scratching down his neck when he pulled away and started kissing her neck which made him moan softly against her skin.

"Take me home." Amaya breathed out, causing Matty to pause before looking back up at her. They were both red in the face, eyes hooded and their chests heaving.

"I don't think that would be a good idea," Matty breathed out, his arms loosening their grip around her waist, but leaving his hands to linger on the curve of her hips.

"You don't want to?" she shook her head, shrinking back a little in fear she was taking things too far.

Matty bit his lip, not quite knowing what to say and taking a deep breath. He let out a breathy chuckle as he murmured, "believe me ... I want to! I just don't think we should do anything else that you might regret ..."

"Don't do that!" She said, shaking her head. "Don't wrap me in cotton wool and act like I'm not capable of making my own decisions ... I want this, I want you ... right now! So if you want it ... take it!"

That was all Matty needed to hear to let his selfish instinct take over. He ushered her out of the bathroom and told her to wait outside as he made excuses to the group and said he would take her home, out the back so there would be no paparazzi attention. He grabbed his jacket and her bag that were strewn on the floor. Charli tried to get up and come with them but he insisted that she wanted to be alone and he was only going with her because his driver was still outside (a blatant lie ... he had called an uber in the bathroom before they came out.) They remained concerned and confused but Matty ducked out before they could ask anymore questions, telling them that Amaya wanted them to stay and enjoy the rest of their night.

Once he joined Amaya outside and the car pulled up by the back entrance they locked eyes again, silently conferring over whether or not they were making the right decision. Sitting in the car they couldn't make eye contact, they sat silently beside one another, listening to the humm of the car and the strange music on the radio station the driver had turned up for them.

They made friendly goodbyes when they arrived around the corner from Charli's house, Matty yanking her out of the car and pulling her down the small stretch of street once the car had pulled away, so fast that it bordered on running, as if both of them wanted to get there before they had time to change their minds. He fumbled around to find the spare key, flung the door open and ushering her inside.

He slammed the door closed, flinging the keys down on the ground and pinning her against the closed door, her legs around his waist and his crotch pressed up against her as he returned to pressing hard, open mouthed kisses down her neck.

"Where's your room?" she whispered out, as both of their hips began grinding against one another through their clothes. In response he groaned out against her neck, grabbing onto her thighs and picking her up. Her legs wrapped tightly around him and she buried her head in the crook of his neck, tugging on his hair and slowly licking up from his neck to his ear as he ushered them along the hallway, flinging the door open and submerging them in a dark room, and before she knew what was happening, he had tossed her down on the bed.

As her eyes began to adjust to the dark, she made out the figure of him looming over her, stripping off his shirt and kicking off his shoes. It was the way an eager teenage boy got undressed, terrified his parents would get home before he had the chance to get what he wanted. In their fumbling around when they got to the house, both of her dress straps had slipped down her shoulder and as she lay down on the bed she kicked her heels off, reaching out to pull his body closer to hers once again.