Fingernails (Mrog/Matty x George)

Nine: Actions and Consequences

dedicated to kier and their pain and suffering. ur my fav hoe. 

Matty had their icy fingers wrapped firmly around one of the large mugs of tea that George's mum had brought up to them both: they had left their arms out from under the duvet all night, tucked up to their chest, and the chilly air of the night time had really got to their hands. George had his mug in his left hand, his fingers tucked into the handle, and his right arm around Matty's back as they sat squeezed up to each other against the headboard of his bed.

"Do you want to talk about last night?"

Matty knew that George didn't want to be too nosy or anything, and honestly if Matty had had a reason for crying so easily at the film, they would have told George, but there was no real reason they could think of. They were just a bit sad sometimes, and that film had really brought it on - understandably, so Matty had thought, though apparently George was certain it ran deeper than the fact it's a fucking sad and emo film.

George was, in fact, utterly certain that it was more than Matty just being a bit sad. Yeah, no film called Suicide Room is going to be happy, but Matty had seemed distraught, not just dejected.

"Nothing to talk about, George." Matty twisted their upper body slightly away from him to lean their back against George's shoulder, letting him wrap his arm loosely around Matty's neck so it draped down their chest. "Just felt a bit off. Reckon the film just got to me a bit too much."

George nodded, finding it easier to agree rather than push the subject and potentially upset Matty. He shuffled his legs around under the duvet, stilling for a moment when his own legs collided with Matty's, allowing their bare skin to come into contact for a few seconds before continuing to move around, crossing his legs.

Matty was picking through their brain, trying to grab onto a new topic of conversation, finding themself to be coming up pretty much blank as George's legs were pressed against their own.

"Uh - how many exams have you got left?"

"Six after half term." George paused, trying to recall how many exams Matty had previously told George they have remaining. "You've got - what, three after half term?"

"Yeah. Maths, Music, and Philosophy."

"Not too bad."

"I s'pose not."

It hadn't been much in way of conversation, but it was better than the silence that they had been sitting in, with their limbs awkwardly tangling with each other's whenever they got fidgety.

"They been alright so far, though?"

Matty nodded absent-mindedly, drumming their fingers on the side of the mug, the ring they wore, clanging abrasively against the porcelain. "Biology was a bit of a bitch, but yeah. Not bad."

"Glad I'm never doing science again, not gonna lie." Matty scoffed, twisting their neck to lean their face into George's throat.

"Lucky you." They murmured, the warm breath escaping from their lips ticking George's skin pleasantly. George turned his head slightly to lean his chin on the top of Matty's forehead, feeling their breath shake slightly as he did so.

"C'mere," George muttered, wrapping his hands around the sides of Matty's waist to lift them gently onto his lap, letting them lean their forehead against George's, the tips of their noses pressing against each other.

The shallow breaths being passed between them seemed to connect their lips in a way: the hot air feeling almost like a kiss in itself as it travelled between their lungs, fuelling each other's bodies. Of course, the feeling of oxygen passing between each of their lips was never going to be quite as good as Matty finally leaning in to push their lips against George's, the buzzing feeling between them twisting and growing, accentuating as they kissed.