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Happy New Year (6.3)

Make sure you read 6.2 first x

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"Don't cry about it." You fake a pout and you hear Flo laughing as you continue to pull the man who's eager to get his cigarette back outside.

That apparently doesn't mean he can't tease you on the way though, as Matty cocks his head to the side a little and raises his eyebrows as he says, "You're getting brave, baby."

"Mhmm," You grin, "Says the one who's obsessed with me."

As you make it through the sea of dancers, you make it outside to the patio and as the curly haired brunette steals his cigarette back, and he wraps and arm around you, pulling you so you're against his chest when he asks, "Remind me, who was on your blanket you got for Christmas?"

In some way you're glad that nothing seems to have changed now you've slept together. Somewhere in the back of your mind you were somewhat worried about it, but considering he's still trying to make you all blushy and flustered, you know that nothing has changed and you're really grateful for that.

"The one you got me was plain actually." You smile and bat your lashes at him, acting dumb to what he actually means.

He doesn't buy your act so he rolls his eyes, "You know exactly what I'm talking about."

Sighing, you don't let him have the pleasure of you agreeing to what he's insinuating, "Yeah but you don't need an ego boost right now."

Smugly, he puffs his chest out and lets a teasing grin tug at the corner of his lips, "I always do."

But you won't have him feeling smug for too long, "Oh right, sorry. I forgot, my cute short king." Your mocking smile shines on your face, his jaw drops at your audacity.

"I'll confiscate your boots." Matty warns with a raise of his eyebrows, as if that would be enough to scare you from provoking him.

Clicking your tongue, you quip back not believing he'd actually do it, "You wouldn't dare."

"Ye–" Matty starts but you interrupt him by pressing your lips to his.

You don't need to hear his empty threats because he'd just be wasting his breath and precious time you could spend kissing which is exactly why you pounce on his lips. He tastes like wine and cigarettes, so Matty, and the fact that you're growing familiar to that, to him, makes you grow warm inside.

Fingers tangling in his curls, you tug on his hair and he lets a hum of satisfaction out. You give him one back, when his arm squeezes you tighter and pulls you flush against his front.

You kiss until your lungs are aching for oxygen and you find yourself remembering where you're at when you lean back to see him and your senses seem to take in your surroundings again.

For a couple seconds you scan his face and your hand comes up to his face so you can rub circles on his cheek with the pad of your thumb. Matty melts under your touch, eyes fluttering closed until you stop your ghostly touch on his skin and lean in to whisper in his ear, "You can take them off later."

His lips fall on your neck and you can feel him smirking then before he leaves a couple of kisses under your jaw, "I hope I can take more than just those off later." He replies, letting his hand fall a bit from your lower back so he can give your arse a little squeeze.

You grin, holding back from withdrawing into a flustered mess as you promise, "Whatever you like." before you kiss him again.

As you stand outside with him, Matty slips off his blazer when he realises you're a little colder than you're letting on. It warms your heart that he takes it off and just puts it over your shoulders before slipping his arms around your waist and hugging himself into you.