as you wish

55

irl

after kaia posted the photos, she turned off her phone and layed there in bed with matt watching tv.

well, he was watching it, and she was laying on top of him and looking around his room.

he glances down at her, pushing hair out of her face and kissing her forehead as his attention returns to the tv.

she smiles and snuggles more into him, putting her hand on his chest and fiddling with the top hem of his shirt.

matt's still very much distracted from earlier, but he's trying to focus on the tv so he doesn't pressure her into anything she might not want.

she zones out while playing with his shirt, and when she snaps back into current time, she readjusts herself to be laying more comfortably on him.

she's basically laying flat ontop of him, but with one leg up, one hand on the back of his head, and one remaining on his chest.

both his hands were on her lower back while he watched tv, but when she moved around, he decided to rub her back under her shirt, a soothing comforting thing for both of them.

both his hands rub along her back, stopping right above her waist band.

she was focused on the sound of the tv, though she wasn't watching the show. her attention shifted to matt's hands delicately soothing her, and she closes her eyes, enjoying the feeling.

"that feels nice." she says quietly, breaking the silence.

"yeah?" he smiles, continuing his attempts to alleviate any knots or tension in her back.

"mhm." she nods, relaxing her body and allowing herself to focus only on him.

"it doesn't hurt? i don't know how to properly give someone a back rub." he turns his head, seeing his hands under her shirt through the neck hole as her head was rested on only one side of his chest.

"no, you're doing a good job." she smiles, nodding again.

he feels their chests falling and rising simultaneously, feeling so emotionally connected to her in this moment.

"i know i don't need to bring it up again, but i'm just so happy that we're on such good terms, i hated not having you in my life. i was so miserable." he speaks quietly, continuing to rub her back.

"me too. being with you now makes me feel like we missed out on so much time we could've spent being together." she agrees, eyes still shut.

"i agree." he says, words slow and spaced out as he forces himself to focus on the conversation, not the fact that his hands keep brushing against her bra, and down to her pants.

"you okay?" she opens her eyes and looks up at him.

"mhm." he nods, keeping his mouth shut.

"what's wrong? do you want me to get off of you?" she asks.

"no! i mean, no. it's fine." he tries to cover the tone of his voice.

"are you sure you're okay?" she asks, her hand cupping the side of his face so he'll pay attention to her.

he swallows the lump in his throat and nods at her, at a complete loss of words due to how pretty she looks with the low glow of the tv behind her body, his hands frozen on the middle of her back.