Take a Shot

Kinky

"Em, I've got a meeting this morning. Let me go."

"Mmmm.....skip it."

Matt snorted to himself. Yeah, right. Geechis would have his head on a pike.

He laid his head back on his pillow, rubbing his hand on her shoulder. If he laid still enough, she would go back to sleep and he could try again, this time the hard way. She sighed, settling back in and tightening the arm draped over his chest in a hug before relaxing again. He chuckled, tipping his head to the side to look at her.

He'd always thought she was gorgeous. And up until last night, he'd thought fresh out of the shower was his favorite version of it, tailed closely - embarrassingly - by being so covered in blood all he could make out was a broad, lopsided grin, light green hair spattered with red, and white-painted nails. But after last night, this was his new favorite: asleep in his arms.

His back stung from how bad she'd scratched him up. He was glad she'd enjoyed herself, because he sure had. He had apparently been her first, which made him feel a lot of things that didn't need to be focused on. If he thought back to last night, he wouldn't get out of bed. He was supposed to be in meetings most the day, just general updates and things like that. He was going to have to be conscious to not lean too far back in his chair with these scratches; it would hurt and he would flinch and then he'd get some questions which he wasn't sure how to answer. Geechis wasn't exactly a fan of coworker relationships...though Matt sort of doubted that Geechis saw them as coworkers even though they were frequently on the same missions, because of how differently their careers had ended up. But it wasn't worth pushing the issue. Hopefully, no one would notice his very fresh "battle scars".

Though...he and Emerald did spar occasionally. And she was rough with her friends, even, so it was possible he could sort of imply it was just regular wounding from her. Just a grimace and a headshake and he'd probably be fine. His coworkers were going to assume it was her either way, and no one had to know that the marks this time were from her nails carving him up in pleasure.

Her breathing finally evened back out. Matt took a deep breath and stretched like he was about to roll over, and instead threw her off in one fell swoop. She groaned a protest as he swung himself quickly out of the bed. She opened one eye sleepily, giving him a soft glare before a yawn took her over and she rolled onto her stomach, nestling her face in the pillow and giving him maybe a new favorite position. She was just so perfect. The covers draped around her naked form like art. He could see the dips and curves of her body outlined as though in marble. He just wanted to get back into bed. He swore softly to himself.

She shifted a little, the cover slipping down her back, the muscle moving under her skin, so strong, so beautifully bare. She opened both eyes this time to give him a sultry look, raising an eyebrow. "You're really gonna leave?"

Well, I'd almost rather be dead than leave, but only almost. "I'll be back. But some of us have to work for a living," he snarked, heading over to his closet and pulling on underwear. He heard Emerald mumble but couldn't piece together what she'd said. "Huh?"

She removed one of her hands from under the pillow to flip him off, then tucked it back. He rolled his eyes, continuing to pull on socks, then pants. He headed towards where his last clean uniform shirt lay on his desk, passing by the bathroom mirror. He paused, turning his neck at an awkward angle to see the long, red marks along his back in the mirror. Gods, she'd really gotten into it. Seeing and feeling those stinging scratches was so satisfying. Matt'd had a fair amount of overnight companions before and he'd had mostly good reviews, but Emerald was such a strange and interesting person that he'd still been afraid that she would be a different beast altogether. And in a way, she had - he had never been left looking like he'd lost a match against a thicket of briars before - but in a way, she'd been as normal as any of his other encounters. He was glad...and yet he felt like she had sort of held back, which was frustrating.