ashes [m.h.] (Completed)

Chapter 35.

Song for this chapter:

Head.Cars.Bending by The 1975
just put that on repeat ;)))

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Maggie's p.o.v

I don't know how to feel.

My mind is numb, my body mirroring it.

I sit lazily on the slick leather seats of the car I called earlier, head resting against the condensating window. I look out to the darkness of the night. Sprinkles of light fly by the speeding car. I squint my eyes a bit, focusing harder on the outside world passing in a blur. Every building, every person, bends before my eyes, causing me to flinch.

I shouldn't have drank. This whole night was a mistake.

"Here we are miss." The driver snaps me out of my hazed thoughts.

I don't say anything. Don't move.

"Everything okay miss?" He presses in a gentle tone.

I nod. "Thank you."

"You have a good night." He smiles politely.

"You too." I mutter.

My hand reaches for the handle of the door and I push it open with my elbow sluggishly. Grabbing my belongings I step out of the car letting the wind slap my already numb face. Closing the car door, I steady myself on my heels and make my way towards the place I wish I had stayed the entire night.

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Matty's p.o.v.

It was calling my name. Screaming my name with every shred it had. It's vile thoughts crept into my mind, whispering sweet-nothing's into my ear. It sunk into the depths of my skin, penetrating my veins with it's addictive qualities. I itched for it.

It has the audacity to sit on my kitchen table before me and call my name.

I stare at the small bag, half filled with the familiar white powder I've come to know too well.

I had begun to fall into my old ways. The minute Maggie had left me I came back here just for this. But the second I set it out her face came to mind. Her angelic face, curled brown hair, milk chocolate eyes. The way every word slipped from her lips with such care. Her beautiful body. The way it fits perfectly with mine, and how I'd never want to loose such a perfect thing; it all hit me like a gentle wave washing me over and carrying me out to the sea that is Maggie Barnes.

I could never give that up.

Here I sit, for the past half hour staring the devil right in the eyes like a mad man.

With a sigh I connect my elbows with the wooden surface and run a hand through my knotted mess of curls.

I can't do this.

I rub a hand over my tired face for the umpteenth time tonight once more before snatching the baggy from my veiw. I stand abruptly, causing a screech of my chair to echo off the walls of my apartment. I walk back to my room to locate the small red box I store my illegal items in. I place the powder in next to the recently used bag of green. A finger grazes over it, reminiscing that blissful day, and my mind goes back to the memory.

From the moment she asked to smoke I knew it would only lead to trouble. I've been high many times before to know how to control my mouth. But when I felt her tracing the tattoo on my chest, the way her wide eyes stared at it with such adornment, I couldn't help myself. When I told her I loved her, I didn't expect her to say it back. She didn't say it back. She showed it. She gave me the one thing no other man will have. All the more reason I should better myself for her.

A knock on my door pulls me from old times. I quickly put the box back in my closet and head for the door. Another knock is heard as I reach for the handle, pulling it open.

"Maggie?" I question. I wasn't expecting her here. At least not this soon.

"Hey." She says softly, making an effort to avoid direct eye contact. "Can I come in?"

I step aside, opening the door wider to let her inside. She enters through the doorway, walking towards the couch as I close the door after her. I can't help noticing her slight struggle to walk straight in her heels as she passes by.

Fück, I hope nothing happened. If anyone even looked at her wrongly I swear I'll make them wish they didn't.

I make my way over to the couch Maggie occupies and take a seat next to her.

"How was it?" I ask not exactly knowing how to approach things.

"It was okay, nothing special." She says quietly.

A beat of silence passes between us.

"I missed you." she adds, one corner of her mouth lifting a bit.

I let a light chuckle slip past my lips.

"Well what are you doing way over there then?" I say smoothly, letting my dick take over my mind. "Come here."

She doesn't hesitate, her body immediately responding to my suggestive words. Her leg goes over my lap as she moves to straddle me.

I slide a hand beneath her maroon dress and rest it on her bare thigh, as she wraps her arms around my neck. She rests her head on my shoulder, breathing lightly against the crook of my neck.

"I love you Matty." She whispers into the air. "So much."

I rub her thigh in soothing circular motion, shushing her drunken confessions.

Her soft lips meet the skin of my neck and I feel my pants tighten at the loving action. Her hand snakes it's way deep into the jungle of curls, her nails lightly scratching my scalp. The combination of her hands and lips cause my eyes to close in pure pleasure. Her kisses slowly make their way to my mouth, and the moment her lips touch mine I take control. My lips lead her own in a slow, hungry, and sensual sense. Her hips move into mine causing friction between us. I'm sure she can feel my hard-on now, only encouraging her more.

I slide my hand further up her dress, coming in contact with a lacey pair of panties hugging exactly what I'm trying to get to. My fingers brush over her lightly before rubbing her through the thin material, drawing a moan from within her.

Her small hand meets my wrist and I'm taken aback when she removes my hand from her area, yanking it away rather harshly. I try not to think anything of it as I trail my hands up her back, caressing her hips and sides along the way.

She kisses me much hungrier than before, increasing the speed of our actions with such eagerness.

Before I know it, her hands are at my jeans, undoing the zipper in record time. Her small fingers tug at my pants, willing them to come off. She pulls her lips from mine, moving from my lap to her knees within a matter of seconds, making my head spin.

I catch my breath and speak, "Maggie what are you doing?"

She looks up at me through thick eyelashes and the most innocent expression possible, only to utter the dirty words that nearly make me moan.

"I want to make you feel good."

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