Do you miss...?

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by Justapuff

by Justapuff

You stare at the screen, looking over every choice intensely and carefully. So far there were only 3 choices out of the hundred you've looked over; they weren't bad, either, it's just hard to find something that fits. And then this all was tomorrow, you had really waited till the last minute...

"Yo." You turn hoping that it's not who you think it is.

Matt grins at you.

You turn back to the computer, fighting a smile. "What are you doing here?" It's become a thing with you and Mattieu, whenever one of you can't sleep, it seems the other can't either; you will find yourself going to his room, finding comfort until you fall asleep or he'll go to your room, and down beside you and falling asleep side by side. Some nights were like tonight though. You would be somewhere in the house in seek of peace or clarity and, like that, he'd find you and talk with you until you fall asleep. He'd carry you to bed afterwards. And you loved it. So did Matt.

"Dunno." He peers over your shoulder, smirking. Oh god, he's close! His smell of sweetness, cigarettes, and that metallic smell that you associate with all of FACE.

Matt tilts his head a bit, his hair brushing softly against your forehead. "I think," he places his hand over yours, moving the mouse. Suddenly, your heart beats a lot faster and your face heats. His hand is so warm! I mean, it's not like you haven't felt his hand before... But still!

"He'll like this one better," his breath tickles your ear, bringing you back to reality. "Don't you think?"

Your eyes widen. "Y--Maybe!" You stutter in a fluster; it really is not helping that he is so close to you. You want to go ahead and finish this little bump in your plans (you really should have done it sooner) and go to bed but not sleep. You can't deny how much closer you want to be to Matt, though.

He hums at your comment. You don't feel mocked, though; you know that. Neither of you are moving: his breath is still warming your cheek; his hand covering yours on the mouse;...you slowly melting into his chest, which is close to you. You close your eyes, breath slow as you take in this perfect moment.

Matt says your name lowly drawing you from your blissful state. He moves away, his hand sliding from yours and chest leaving your back cold. You almost sink in disappointment. Okay, so that moment you imagined--hoped for--was not going to happen.

But Matt spins your chair around to where it faces him, and draws you out of it and onto his lap. You gasp, cheeks burning, and eyes wide. He cradles your face in his hands pulling it closer to his and level with his eyes. In them, there is a question. You answer by pressing closer to him--

and then he's kissing you.

Your mind is ringing with a million "YES'S!!!" Unlike anything you have ever experienced or thought of, Matt kisses you with tremendous tenderness and sweetness that is both so dizzying and intoxicating. You are in surprise as you find yourself not trying to force anything on him (no matter how long you have been waiting for it), instead responding with shyness. It is so unexplainable and...just perfect that when you do finally pull back, you wonder where the hell he's been all this time.

When you tell Matt this, he just laughs. His hands around your waist pull you closer. "In all honesty," he says against your lips. You close your eyes in the wake of a kiss. "I have no idea where the hell I've been. But now, hopefully...I have you."

"Matt..." you sigh. Somehow right before your eyes, this man has changed to someone so softspoken and sincere and careful. It warms your heart immeasurably.

"I would love that." You giggle as Matt's eyes widen; did he really think you'd deny him? (Yes.) So when you lean in for another kiss, you forget about Allen and his birthday tomorrow, you forget about the questions of your life. Right now at least, it's just Matt right here with--not all the answers--but all that you want.

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Happy NEW YEARS!!!!!!!!!!! *confetti*