Seeing as it's St Patrick's day, thought I'd give Matt a bit of lovin'- but there will be a twist in this tale ;)

How was he supposed to know? That was the trouble with time travel, and he'd been warned about getting close to anyone here. He had thought that was because it would make it easier when he eventually found who the culprit was; no friendships or relationships, so no loyalties. He didn't stop to think that there were other reasons for not getting involved with others.

It had been easy, at first. The only person he needed was his father, guiding him and reminding him to stay focussed on the job. When he suspected Matt was getting close to Emily, Gideon had told him to "harden his heart". Matt had been doing that all of his life, but there's only so much a man can take before he has needs that have to be taken care of.

After his father died, Matt found himself alone and lost. Emily had provided a small distraction, but she had been returned to where she belonged; back to her husband.

That was when he found another; someone who felt as lost and alone as he did. He'd connected with Abby from the start; even before he'd met her he knew from the files that she was someone he'd get along with. In the list of people he suspected of interfering with the anomalies, Abby had never featured. Somehow, he just knew it couldn't possibly be her, and that made it OK for him to befriend her. He'd stood back and watched her relationship with Connor begin to unravel, even caught her crying a couple of times, but she'd always denied that she was upset. It was just a blip they were going through.

Then the blip became a massive chasm between them, and Matt had found Abby shut away in her private office at the side of the menagerie sobbing so hard she hadn't heard him come in. She couldn't deny it this time, and she'd simply allowed him to put his arms around her to comfort her.

"Let's get out of here!" Matt had said. "When was the last time you went out and just let down your hair?"

"I don't remember," Abby responded.

"Well, let's remedy that. Go home and get changed, and meet me at the corner of West street in an hour." He'd expected her not to show, assuming she'd find herself wallowing in self pity once she was around things that belonged to her and Connor. He tried not to look shocked when she turned up, heavy make up to try and disguise the fact she'd been crying most of the afternoon and dressed a little more femininely than she did for work. Slim jeans tucked into knee length boots and a loose fitting chiffon blouse over a spaghetti strapped vest – classy and smart. Matt wondered what the hell Connor was playing at; choosing to work for Burton over someone as gorgeous as Abby? Connor was a lucky man, how could he not realise what he was risking losing?

"Let's do this," Abby said, somewhat nervously. "Did you have anywhere in particular in mind?"

"Actually, yes," Matt replied. "Place just down the road from here. Serves my favourite Irish Whiskey."

Abby grimaced, then laughed. "Lead the way!"

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The pub turned out to be a mock Irish pub. Abby had felt a little self conscious as first since most of the patrons were male, but once she'd started drinking she forgot that fact and relaxed. Matt came back from the bar with two pints of Guinness and two shots of whiskey.

"Are we expecting more people?" Abby asked, eyeing the tray of drinks.

"Don't you know anything? Best way to drink this is..." Matt picked up the shot glass of whiskey. "... down it in one gulp, then follow it with a good pint of Guinness."

"Whiskey chaser. I like it!" She picked up the other shot glass and Matt nodded. He counted down from three and then they both swallowed it down in one gulp. Matt slammed his glass down, satisfied by the familiar liquid. Abby pulled a face and almost choked, then pouted when Matt laughed at her. "I can't say I'm a fan. I think I'll just stick to the beer from now on."

But you don't go drinking with an Irishman and just stick to one drink. Before long, they'd followed up with another whiskey chaser and Abby had become more animated. Her eyes sparkled as she watched a group of young men playing pool in the far corner. Matt decided she had pretty eyes, he'd never really properly noticed them before. It was not right that she had looked so sad these last few weeks, but he was pleased to actually see her smiling now. He'd definitely made a good decision when he invited her out.

Before he realised what was happening, Abby was on her feet and had strode across to where they were playing pool. Matt could tell the two guys thought that all of their Christmas days had come at once; the drool was practically hanging from their mouths as she spoke to them. He wasn't worried, Matt knew Abby was more than capable of taking care of herself, so he settled back with his pint and took in what was happening around him whilst keeping half an eye on Abby.

He couldn't help noticing the curve of her hip as she stood with her back to him. She was clearly flirting with the two guys, her hair had been flicked several times and the way she stroked the pool cue... surely she knew exactly what she was doing, both to them and him? Well, perhaps she didn't realise the effect she was having on Matt, why would she? She leaned over the table to take a shot, and Matt laughed as the two guys shifted uncomfortably and their eyes took in every single inch of her. Abby had them eating out of her hands, and there was no doubt in Matt's mind that if she was so inclined, they'd both go home with her and be given the time of their lives.

That thought stirred something inside Matt. By rights, it should have been a need to defend her, and go and remind her that she was in a relationship with Connor; even if he was being a complete twat at the moment and making her miserable, but he realised that what he felt was jealousy. He couldn't stand it any longer, and went over to join the game.

"Hey!" Abby smiled, taking Matt's hand. "This is Paul and Greg." Matt nodded politely in their direction and they nodded back. Their faces changed. Matt was competition for Abby's attentions. "We can play doubles now!"

"Sure," Matt said, taking a cue and rubbing chalk on the tip. "What are we, spots or stripes?"

"Stripes," Abby giggled. "Although I'm afraid I'm not very good at this. Paul was going to give me a lesson."

From the look on his face, the kind of lesson Paul had in mind for Abby was not teaching her how to play pool. Matt shot him a look then shook himself. What right did he have to be jealous? Ok, so these two guys were barely old enough to be drinking in a pub let alone coming on to a woman like Abby, but she was a grown woman and capable of making her own decisions. Perhaps she wanted a bit of fun with them to get back at Connor somehow? He certainly didn't blame her for that.

As the game progressed, Abby missed most of her shots and giggled like a school girl. Matt was certain she was sending out 'fuck me' vibes, but in whose direction? There'd been a moment where he thought he'd caught her looking at him, and she'd unfastened the top couple of buttons on her blouse and the curve of flesh at the top of her breasts was exposed. Matt felt his jeans tighten and he had to unfasten a shirt button himself, suddenly feeling a little warm.

Paul stood behind Abby as she leaned over to take a shot and grabbed her arse firmly with both hands. "Hey, that's cheating!" Abby turned. Paul moved closer, pressing himself against her and backing her against the pool table.

Matt flipped. "I suggest you keep your hands off my girlfriend if you want to go home with all of your faculties still intact."

"Easy, mate! Was just having a bit of fun. No harm meant." Paul backed away.

"We'd better get going anyway," Greg said, pulling his friend away, concerned there was going to be a fight.

"Good idea," Matt said.

After they'd gone, Abby turned on Matt. "What the hell did you say that for?"

"He was practically in your knickers, Abby! This isn't you. You're classier than that."

"You don't know me, Matt. Before the ARC, before I... before I met Connor... that was what I did. It made me feel wanted, and I need to feel like that again."

"By having sex with two kids? I'd be surprised if they even knew what to do with a woman like you!"

"And you would I suppose?"

"Yes, I would actually." Matt felt his stomach twist. What the hell had he just done? Abby's face changed from an expression of anger and annoyance to one of amusement.

"Oh really?" she teased. She stood with her hand on her hip, waiting for Matt to respond. Was she calling his bluff?

"Perhaps you'd like me to prove it?"

"Your place or mine?"

"Mine. Wouldn't want Connor coming home and finding us would we?"

There was a moment of silence and tension hung in the air. Matt had thought the mention of Connor would change things and make Abby realise what she was doing, but it didn't. His throat was dry and his heart racing. He wanted Abby; he couldn't deny that.

"OK," Abby said, her voice trembling. "Your place. Now?"

Matt nodded and picked up his jacket. "There's a taxi rank just outside."

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Even as they climbed the stairs that lead up to Matt's flat, he still thought she was calling his bluff and any minute now she'd ask for him to call a taxi to take her home. It was only when they stumbled through the door and Abby demanded to know where the bedroom was that he realised this was actually going to happen.

"Over here!" he laughed, picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder. The laugh she gave sent a bolt like electricity straight through him down to his groin. If he didn't get some kind of release soon, it could get very messy and embarrassing. He pushed the door to his room open and dropped Abby down onto the bed. She pulled him with her and they tangled on the bed, breathing hard and practically ripping each other's clothes off. This was not about romance, and neither were under any illusions it was.

Abby grasped his cock hard and shifted herself to lie beside him, pumping it with her fist. Matt groaned, it felt so good to have her touch him and he ground into her, encouraging her. Abby was the type of woman who knew what she wanted, and as her tongue flicked over the tip of his cock, she shifted so that her crotch was pushed against Matt's face. He didn't need any other invite, he pulled her thighs apart and dipped his tongue straight into her wet pussy. She was as aroused as he was, and her soft mew as he probed her excited him.

Her lips were now curled over his cock and sliding down, taking him in a centimetre or so at a time. The sensation of her sucking and her tongue swirling over the shaft was amazing, and he gasped out. He showed his appreciation by pushing two fingers into her and allowing his tongue to lave over her swollen clit. They writhed into each other's mouths, pleasuring the other with hungry tongues, hot mouths and skilled fingers. The air filled with satisfied grunts and gasps as the heat between them rose.

Suddenly, Matt felt Abby's body shudder and her internal muscles convulse around his thrusting fingers. He'd made her come before him and that felt good. It only lasted a moment though, his own groin twisted and Abby sucked harder. He jerked and let out a loud groan as he released his hot semen into the back of Abby's throat. He could hear Abby's gulps as she swallowed everything he was giving her, and he loved that she was doing that without even a hint of gagging.

Finally spent, Matt pulled away and shifted around to face her properly. "So that's what an Irishman tastes like," Abby whispered.

"You've never had an Irish cock before?"

"No... have to say I'm pretty impressed so far." She smiled, and leaned into Matt to kiss him. Her tongue tangled with his and he could taste himself – he now knew what an Irishman tasted like too. The kiss deepened and intensified as Abby pressed her body against Matt's, her hands caressing him and sending warm waves of pleasure through every nerve. The stirring in his groin was beginning again and he knew his cock was getting hard again.

Matt's hands began to explore Abby's body, roughly grasping her breasts and drawing out a long sigh as he slid one hand between her thighs and pushed his fingers back into her pussy where they'd been earlier. She tugged at his lower lip with her teeth and reached down between them to grasp his cock. "I want to know what an Irish cock feels like deep inside me," she purred.

"I'll have to see what I can do about that." Matt lay back, beckoning for Abby to follow. She straddled his hips and positioned herself at the base of his cock, sliding herself up its length until the tip pressed against her slick entrance. "Are you sure you can take this?"

"I can take anything you're willing to give," Abby laughed. She ground down and Matt thrust up, his cock slid into her easily and after a few moments he was buried completely with Abby's clit pressed against the hair at the base of his cock. He moved his hands to her hips and grinned up at her, feeling her muscles clamping around him. Abby threw back her head and Matt drank in the sight, her slender, taut body stretched out, pert hard nipples looking inviting and just a hint of sweat glistening on her torso. It was beautiful.

Slowly, they began to move together, finding a rhythm and responding to subtle gasps that told them they'd found the right spots. As the pace increased, Abby varied with a circular motion of her hips and Matt determined to thrust up even deeper. It was intense; skin slapping against skin and their gasps and groans grew louder.

Abby dropped forward, pulling Matt up into a kiss. He was half sat up now and after kissing her hungrily, he moved his mouth to those nipples that had looked so inviting before. He suckled each in turn, then licked and bit them, the whole time thrusting into Abby.

"Fuck me, Matt! Don't stop!"

"Don't worry, I'm not stopping until I've come inside you!"

Abby whimpered; that thought was clearly a good one. She gripped onto Matt with her thighs, then found herself being flipped onto her back with Matt on top of her settled into her hips. In this position, he could enter her deeper and she felt the tip of his cock hit the entrance of her womb. She cried out, and Matt knew she loved what he was doing so he did it harder and faster. The bed creaked beneath them and the headboard banged against the wall; Matt couldn't recall having ever put it under so much strain before.

Matt knew he was close to release now and was desperate to hold it off as long as possible. His groin was on fire and he could feel Abby's muscles rippling around his shaft, milking him. "Abby, I'm going to come!" he warned. She responded by wrapping her legs around his waist and grinding into his thrusts.

His release was intense, like an explosion. He let out a guttural groan as he felt his hot semen flood Abby's willing body. She had released too, her body thrashing wildly beneath his and she was begging him not to stop. He couldn't stop; two, three, four thrusts and he was still pumping his juices into her.

Finally, Matt gave one final thrust that made both of them scream out, then he collapsed exhausted onto her and she tangled her arms around him. The kiss they exchanged said it all as they came down from their high together until Matt withdrew his softened cock and rolled onto his back. Abby followed him, nestling herself against his chest. He gazed down at her, she was still perfect. The hair framing her face was damp with sweat and her cheeks were flushed red. He'd done that to her.

"So, what do you think about Irish cock then?" Matt stroked her hair.

"Mmm, well, I think that was the best fuck I've ever had."

"Yeah? Even better than..." Abby placed a finger on his lips. "Well, for what it's worth, I think that was the best fuck I've ever had too." He was willing to bet that was a line Abby said all the time, but for the moment he was happy to believe it. He was exhausted and fighting sleep. Abby felt right in his arms, but he knew this would all be over soon. She was only doing it to get back at Connor. By morning she'd have slipped out and would be gone.

"Matt?" Abby whispered, looking up at him through heavy lidded eyes.

"Mm?"

"Is it OK if I stay here a little while? Too tired to move."

"Course. Take as long as you need." Matt circled his arm around her and closed his eyes.

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To be continued...