Liquid Courage

Sleep well// Ch12

Amber's P.O.V.

As I sat on Matt's bed I let my hands drift over the soft and silky sheets closing my eyes as I did so feeling as the ink rose and fell under my skin slowly letting it sink in so that I don't have to worry about Matt finding out. I let a soft smile rise onto my face. I kissed him. I had really kissed him. 

My eyes opened as the Ink settled in intricate patterns along my skin my eyes ran along my skin only drifting up when I heard the door to the bathroom open revealing Matt in sweat water dripping down his chest. I couldn't help the heat rise to my cheeks as I swallowed a lump in my throat. I watched him as he walked over to a drawer and pulled out a black T-shirt pulling it on covering his well-sculpted form. 

I was startled when he all of a sudden asked me if I liked what I was looking at. My eyes went wide as I turned away and mumbled something about not knowing what he is talking about making him chuckle before he turned around and headed for the kitchen to grab some water. before coming back over and grabbing a blanket. I watched him as he made his way to the couch. 

I appreciated that he didn't assume I wanted to share the bed after our kiss not that I'd have an issue with it or anything but it was nice to have feelingd for someones whoes expectations wheren't just sex right away. Although I had to admit seeing him shirtless dripping in water with his hair damp made a warmth grow between my legs. 

I couldn't help but watch him how a cat watches a bird out a window with curiosity and a slight hunger. I watched as his adams apple bobed as he drank from his cup and I couldn't help but lick my lips as I watched him. I slowly stood up making my way over to him sitting down criscrossed facing him. He seemed to follow me in some sense as he turned to face me when I sat down. We talked for a little bit back and forth about a little bit of everything until I started feeling tired and he seemed to notice making a soft comment about me being tired. I gave him a soft kiss on the cheek before slowly making my way back to the bed being obsorbed in the soft feeling of the sheets and the soft smell of Matt's colonge in the air. Slowly I fell asleep in an odd comfort with an odd since of being observed but it wasn't creepy.

----- Time skip-----

I woke up to the sound of soft swearing coming from the bathroom along with the soft smell of iorn in the air. Slowly I get up and crept over to the bathroom to see the door cracked oped just a sliver and as my eyes adjust I saw none other then the devil of hells kitchen. Glancing over at the couch I don't see Matt and then there was an odd realization as my eyes scaned back over to the bathroom no longer seeing him in there. 

I felt a bored expresion on my face as I called out Matt's name only to be scared when a soft but firm hand grips my waist turning me around revealing Matt still in his mask. I punch his shoulder reseving a slight hiss from his lips. I quickly apologized before glaring at him and dragging him into the bathroom. 

He begins to question me only for me to demand he sit on the counter and remove his shirt so I can help him and before he can counter I tell him to take off the mask as I know it's him. He slowly lifts his hand before hissing again making me stop my grab for the first aid supplies and help him. I grumble a little about how he fucking got himself hurt again and how he was lucky I was going to help him. I could hear him chuckle softly almost now realizing I hadn't turned on the light just yet. I shake my head and turn on the lights before making my way over to him softly removing his mask revealing a gash on his eyebrow and a newly forming bruise on his cheek. I slowly moved my way to the hem of his shirt helping him remove in revealing a sight that made my body warm and my heart race. For some reason the realization that this was both the man who knew of my secret and the man I wanted to ride like a rodeo bull where the same people made me a tiny bit turned on. 

Quickly I shook my head and quickly got to work partching him up jumping when his hands slowly found their way to my waist as I was patching up one of his shoulders with blood soaked thread. I felt him squeeze my waist as I pricked the needle into his skin again. As I finished up I set everything aside and examined him again still his hands are wrapped around my waist as I felt his breath as he leaned his forhead against my shoulder. As I began to step away he pulled me back and kissed me but this time was a lot more heated as he slowly moved his kisses to my neck. 

I felt my hand slowly move up to his chest softly pushing back saying that we should wait until he's better healed only to reseve a grumble that he was fine causing me to laugh as I pulled away enough to look at him slightly chewing on my lip as I examined him. 

I mummbled a soft "fine" but made him promise that if he's in pain we'll stop. With that a large grin grew onto his face as he pulled me close again with a smile that grew almost devilish as he replied with a soft plea not to look at him to differnetly after we where done as he promised to push me to my limits and make me beg for more. 

With that I knew I was screwed.