Darling | Matty Healy

Chapter 15

(smut warning)

Matty slid the door open, checking for anyone in the living room, before tightening his grip on Amaya's hand.

Everytime he was around this woman he seemed always to try and eventually fail at keeping his composure. The second she kissed him, all of his self restraint melted away.

They both stepped back inside, Matty turning slowly to face her, pulling her along and down the hall. The first time they'd done this they'd moved so fast it was as though neither one of them could catch a breath, this time they were moving in a slow and almost deliberate way.

"My room?" Matty whispered, unable to wipe the cocky smirk from his face. This time he didn't need to ask a billion questions, they both knew what was happening.

Amaya just nodded, rolling her eyes at his brazen smugness, pulling him closer for a moment to kiss him again, before letting him pull her along again. It never ceased to confuse her, how effortless things seemed whenever she was around him. She barely knew this man, but there was this magnetism between them, she felt like she knew him, she could talk to him, touch him and feel close without any of the anxieties that usually came with.

"Amaya," Matty murmured, the sound of her name on his tongue tying her stomach in knots. "You're fucking beautiful!"

She shook her head, laughing slightly as they entered his room. Whereas last time they'd flung the door closed behind them and pounced onto one another in the darkness, this time Matty pressed the door shut softly behind him, so as not to wake anybody, and flicked the lamp in the corner of the room on, illuminating the room with a warm but low glow.

"You're an idiot!" Amaya laughed, leaning up against the door and watching him over by the bed.

"Yeah ...but you like it!" He said, smirking and raising his eyebrows suggestively at her.

He scanned her body up and down as it pressed against the door behind her. Her long curls falling around her shoulders, the slender curve of her waist, the firm curves of her hips. He felt himself hardening in his pants but he held off on his instinct to pounce on her, trying to savour the moment, simply taking her in.

"You sure?" He asked, just wanting to be sure.

"Are you sure?" Amaya asked, eyebrows raised as she pushed herself off the door and slowly closed the space between them.

"I have to ask!" Matty said, stepping closer to her at the same time.

"You said earlier it was like ... a one time fluke right?" Amaya asked.

"I wouldn't call it a fluke," he protested, finally making contact and gripping onto her hips and pulling her slightly closer.

"What would you call it then?"

Matty sighed out, unsure of what to say. "I don't know ... I guess you were sad and I was just there?"

Amaya tried to brush off the way that comment stung. She wasn't entirely sure why, maybe it was the impersonal way it made their encounters feel. Neither one of them were under any illusion that they were making sane decisions, but she felt something indeterminable between them.

"I'm going back to solace and motherhood tomorrow," She began "And all I want to do is smoke a joint and hook up with a cute guy!"

"You think I'm cute?" Matty teased, pouting a little to make her laugh.

"I think you fit most of the basic criteria," She said, rolling her eyes again, not wanting to back down from the level of assertiveness she managed to have in such close proximity to him.
She took her hands either side of his neck, so that they were just centimetres apart and whispered, "So what's it gonna be Healy, one time fluke or two time fluke?"