I'm Crazy For You (Matthew Gray Gubler Love Story)

That Guy

*Next Day, Britney's POV*

It was sunny, I could feel the warmth of the sun being absorbed into my skin from the sky light on the vaulted ceiling. I stretched and I felt Matthew's long arms wrap around me. I smiled, I felt refreshed already.

"How'd you sleep, beautiful?" He asks tiredly.

I placed my hands on his chest as I cuddled into the crook of his neck, "Pretty well, you?"

He grinned, playing with my hair, "I slept well too. We should probably get up though, sweet heart."

"But Mattheeeew." I whined.

He put me underneath him and wrapped my legs around his waist then leaned down and kissed me, holding my arms above my head. I moaned against his lips as he hiked my large t-shirt up. He began kissing my neck and I thought I was going to die.

He pulled away and pecked my lips one final time, "We have plans today, gorgeous."

"I know you aren't gonna fuck me up like that and leave me tortured for the rest of the day." I gasped.

He laughed, "You won't even be thinking about it after later today."

"Have you ever kissed yourself, pinned yourself down, and kissed your own neck?" I asked, smiling up at him. He still had my arms pinned above my head.

He laughed, laying his forehead against my chin, "Not to my knowledge."

"It's torturous. You have the sexiest amount of aggression mixed with sweet gentleness. Like you kiss gently but at any moment you could tear my ass up." I say, biting my lip and hesitating, "It's like you handle me like a delicate flower but you r a v a g e me and I can hardly handle it. I love it when you kiss me and you're so n e e d y but you're h e s i t a n t at the same time..when your breath is quivering above me.." I trailed off.

I was already fucked up. Damn it Matthew, always messing me up with his perfection. I sighed underneath him, obviously suffering. It was difficult not to be when he was still on top of me. His body so close to mine...

"And I love how you comply to every demand I give you.. You're such a good girl..but you always make sure to be naughty for me, don't you baby?" He asks, removing his hands from my arms and straddling me, he smacked the back of my thighs with his belt and it made me moan, "No, no. Be quiet for me, baby."

I bit my lip eagerly, feeling tingliness flowing through me. I loved it when Matthew was in his dominant mood. It was such a turn on. I loved feeling helpless and needy underneath him.

He pulled my panties off aggressively, leaving me exposed. Oh god how I wanted him. He pulled his shirt off and tied it around my hands, "You ready for this?" He asked, teasing me with his fingers.

I nodded quietly and thus begun the heavenly sanctuary of morning coitus.

*Later That Afternoon, Britney's POV*

Matthew was untying my hands from the wooden headboard behind my head with a smug grin on his face. I felt energised, you could imagine why. Well when I was with Matthew I never stopped smiling, so this wasn't really new.

He and I got dressed and headed down stairs. The house was quiet, except for the sound of the coffee pot. I could hear the faint sound of the coffee brewing in the kitchen. Thank god there's coffee. I swear whenever I saw Matthew, he had a coffee cup in his hand. I tease him about it all the time, it's funny.

I sat at the bar stool while Matthew walked around the counter to get his usual white mug with the monogram "G" on it. I've come to realize that he loooves monograms. Whenever he has the chance to put his initials on something, he does. It's one of his many little quirks and its precious.

Also, Matthew does not wear matching socks. He and his grandmother find it to be unlucky. He says the one time that he wore matching socks in seven years, he sprained his ankle. So he makes it a point to make them mix match.

Another thing Matthew does is paint. He carries his notebook everywhere and if he sees something that makes him happy, he paints it. He says it gives him something to do if he's waiting for something.

Matthew absolutely loves loves loves classic horror films. His all time favorite are the old 1930's black and white German films. For awhile he says he went through this phase where he only dressed as horror film killers. I found that pretty interesting.

I love him because he's not "that guy." Neither one of us are fans of sports so we watch old movies instead. We're both hopeless romantics. We both have a love for English literature and history. We both laugh at our own jokes, he thinks his are extremely lame and I know mine are extremely lame. I don't know, we just compliment each other.

He's not like anyone I know.

"What do we have planned today?" I asked, watching him.

He sipped his coffee, "You and I, my lovely girlfriend, are going to Disney world."

"Oh my god!!" I jumped into his arms, ecstatically. He picked me and hugged me tight, "I love you, I love you, I love you!!"

He put me down and had an ear to ear smile on his face, "I love you too, my beautiful girl!"

"Oh my god, I've always wanted to go to Disney World growing up." I say, pulling him into another hug.

He rubbed my back, "I know your dad told me, he told me you loved Disney, and I love it too so I figured that this would be perfect."

I grabbed his face and kissed him, he was smiling against my lips, I felt so warm.

I loved that we had so much in common, despite how we came to be this happy. He was my teacher, well he is my teacher. He teaches me how to love myself, how to become a better person, he teaches me how to be myself.

I wasn't about to let this perfect human being get away from me. He's changed my life so much already. I didn't want to imagine my future if he wasn't in it.