Falling at Your Feet

by xoxoRuflyGirl

Actual Title: This Delicate Thing We've Made: Falling at Your Feet. Matthew and Kelly's relationship has always been a little bit complicated. Lately, they've been taking complicated to a new level.

10. Chapter 10

This Delicate Thing We've Made: Falling at Your Feet

Chapter 10: Listen All You People

~Matthew~

The next day was torturous. I didn't see Leyla at all. I guessed she was waiting to see me until our day together.

At work, I saw Kelly, but things clearly weren't the same between us. It was all business, and I could feel it.

She didn't invite me to lunch with her, nor did she invite me to hang out after work. I didn't have the nerve to ask her. I knew she was far too annoyed with me to agree to it anyway.

Anyway, I somehow managed to get through the day.

When I woke up the next morning, Leyla was in bed with me. I hadn't even heard her come in.

She grinned at me. "Good, you're up!" She straddled me, then took off her top. She was now only wearing a see-thru bra and a pair of jeans. "Now we can play. It is officially my day with you."

I grinned, then kissed her before speaking. "Well, if the day is going to be started off right, those jeans have to go." I dipped my thumbs into the waistband of her jeans. "Are you wearing anything underneath these?"

She grinned, then kissed me back. "Why don't you take them off and find out for yourself?" she purred into my ear.

I moaned, and quickly made work at getting her jeans off and to the floor. She was indeed wearing underwear, but it was a see-thru thong that was barely there.

I grinned. "I like it."

She grinned too. "I figured I'd give you something to take off me."

Again, I moaned. I slipped them off her in a flash, then moved us so that I was the one on top of her.

Our eyes locked, and we continued grinning at each other as I walked my fingers slowly down her stomach, finally ending them in a place we both wanted them to end.

She bit her lip and moaned, clinging tightly to the bed rails.

I bent my head down and licked up her stomach to her breasts as my fingers continued to work on her.

Yeah, I could get used to waking up like this.

~MK~

~Kelly~

I had hated acting so cold to Matthew, but a part of me was upset. I didn't deserve to be treated the way he had been treating me. Actually, as much as I hated to say it, Leyla didn't deserve to be treated that way either. It had really made me angry when he had suggested he have us both at the same time. Talk about sick. It made me wonder if he was really the man I thought he was.

I sighed. It was my own fault, really, for agreeing to such a pact. I mean, honestly, how does that? Who dates another woman when they already have a girlfriend? Who dates a man who already has a girlfriend?

Though, in all fairness, there were open relationships. We weren't the only ones doing such a thing. Still, it was just weird to me.

Even so, I couldn't help myself. I couldn't just turn my feelings for Matthew off like a light switch. I wanted him, and I wanted him badly. I was in love with him. I knew he meant well. He had just gotten caught up in the moment of being able to date two women who weren't above fighting over him. I mean, really, what man wouldn't?

All I could do was hope that my day with him made him realize it was me that he belonged with and no one else. He and I could be so beautiful together if he would just give into his feelings for me, and let go of Leyla.

I just hoped he would chose me over Leyla. Otherwise, it was going to be yet another heartbreak in my life that I really wasn't ready to take on.

I lay in bed, not quite ready to get up yet, but knowing the kids would be up soon, so I'd have to.

The day before had been torture, acting like Matthew and I were nothing but colleagues. But I knew today was going to be worse, knowing that, it being Leyla's day with him, they'd be doing who knew what kind of things with each other.

I buried my face in my pillow, and groaned. I didn't want to think about it.

~MK~

~Matthew~

The day had been absolutely wonderful. The night had been even more wonderful.

After we had made love, we had showered together and of course made love some more. Then, we had gone out for breakfast together, then went shopping, and had lunch together. In the evening, we had dinner with friends, and went to a club, then Leyla and I headed back early, and you can guess what happened once we got back home.

Now, it was the next morning, and my day with Kelly.

When I woke up, Leyla was gone, but she had left a note on her pillow.

Off to work then out with the girls. You won't see me at all today or tonight. I'd say enjoy your day and night with Kelly, but I wouldn't mean it. So, instead, I'll say I hope you choose wisely, and that tomorrow, you and I will be back together...just the two of us. I love you. -Leyla

I smiled, then set the note aside. Like I said, the day and night before had been wonderful, but I still wasn't ready to make my decision. I hoped that, after being with Kelly today, I would know without a doubt in my mind whom it was I wanted to be with. I guessed I'd just have to wait and see.

I grabbed some clean clothes, then headed into the bathroom. First thing was first. I wanted to smell and look good for Kelly. After all, I knew one place we'd be spending a lot of time in.

I grinned at the though, and began to whistle as I turned the shower water on warm. I could hardly wait!

~MK~

~Kelly~

Daniel was happy to have the kids today and tonight, and, for once, I was glad too. Though, he wasn't picking them up until after lunch. I was glad in a way. I wanted Matthew to see what it would be like, having two more children, if things between us ever went to the next level. I already knew he was good with them, but I wanted to really see him in action with them. I also wanted to spent some time with Aven, so I hoped he wouldn't be opposed to asking Naama if we could have her for an hour or so. I knew my children would love to play with her, and I knew from past times that she enjoyed playing with my children as well.

I was just finishing off my outfit by putting on some roll on perfume down between my breasts when the doorbell rang. I usually was not a perfume person at all, but I saw some inexpensive flavored perfume in the store, and figured it might be fun. It wouldn't hurt to wear it tonight, or for special occasions like tonight. So, I had picked up a bottle of one that supposedly tasted like bananas and cream.

I set the bottle down, then ran out to open the door. My children were in the family room, watching cartoons. For safety purposes, I had told Hermés never to answer the door. Once Helena was old enough to answer the door, she'd get the speech too.

I opened the door, and smiled when I saw Matthew standing there, looking as delicious as ever. He was wearing my favorite blue pull over sweater of his over a white dress shirt that was untucked, and had the first three buttons unbuttoned. He wore dark washed jeans that were slightly cuffed at the bottom, and black sneakers. He wore a black jacket with a blue and black checkered scarf. The blue in the scarf matched the blue in his sweater. The blue in both the sweater and the scarf brought out the color of his eyes.

His hair had a messy bed head look, and I wanted to ravish him right there. I probably would have, had it not been for the kids. Another part of me didn't want to ravish him just yet anyway. Leyla and I had split a cab after we left Matthew two nights before. On the way home, Leyla had mentioned that Matthew probably only liked me for the sex. Of course I had shot back with, if he wanted me for the sex, then obviously he wasn't getting good enough sex with her.

By the end of the cab ride, we both ended up apologizing for bringing our claws out again. My conscious had gotten the best of me, and I had apologized, so she had followed suit. Even so, the words had been said, and now I had to wonder if Matthew was only interested in me for the sex. It seemed everything we did together was either sex or led to sex.

"You look amazing," he said, kissing my cheek.

I blushed. "Thank you." I was wearing a white lace dress with short sleeves and a scoop neck. I wore a grey tank top underneath it to leave a little something to the imagination. The dress went to mid-thigh. I paired it with a silver bracelet and a silver dress watch. I wore some diamond earrings shaped like tiny daisies, and a necklace that matched the earrings. I wore nude stockings with grey flats.

He placed his hands around my waist. "When do I get to take this off you?" he murmured against the skin of my neck.

I smiled, feeling by body react even though my mind was warning me about him only wanting me for the sex.

I gently pushed him away. "Later. Right now, I have the kids, and I thought maybe we could all have lunch together before their father picks them up. I was actually thinking that maybe you could call up Naama and see if she'd let you bring Aven?"

He grinned. "That sounds really nice! I'm sure she won't mind. Let me call her right now. I'd love an excuse to see my daughter an extra time anyway."

He took out his phone, and headed to the kitchen to make the call.

I really hoped Naama let him take her for a couple hours. I wanted us to be a family, and that included Aven.

~MK~

~Matthew~

Thankfully, Naama had been generous and agreed to it. It really meant a lot to me that Kelly wanted to include Aven. I also thought it would be good for Aven to socialize with other kids—especially with Helena being only three months younger than her.

So, we got the kids ready, headed over to Naama's, picked up Aven, then went to the restaurant for lunch, which had been pretty good.

Aven and Helena both needed a little help with their food, so Kelly fed Helena when needed, and I fed Aven when needed.

They had sat in high chairs side-by-side. It was so sweet, seeing our two little girls look over at the other and smile while they fed themselves their food. Even when Kelly and I stepped into feed them, they still kept glancing at each other.

"Can we go to the park now?" Hermés asked once we had finished with lunch and were exiting the restaurant.

"All right, but I get first dibs on the slide," I teased.

He smiled. "You're too big for the slide!"

"Wanna make a bet?" I teased again.

He grinned even wider.

Kelly smiled at us. "I'd actually like to see him on the slide, Hermés. Maybe he'll get stuck, and we can take a picture."

Hermés laughed. "Yeah!"

So, to the park it was.

As soon as we got to the playground area, Hermés tugged on my sleeve. "Let's go on the slide!"

I looked toward the girls.

"Go ahead," Kelly said with a smile. "I got them."

I smiled back at her, then let Hermés lead me to the slide.

Hermés went down first, gliding down it with ease. "Now you!" he called up.

I suddenly felt slightly embarrassed, but, since I was with a kid, I felt I could probably get away with it. So, down the slide I went.

I smiled; proud of myself that I didn't get stuck.

Hermés pouted. "No fair, you didn't get stuck!"

"Well, that just means that you and I can go down together!" I told him.

He grinned. "All right!"

So, up the slide we went again. Hermés went first, then I got behind him so that he was in my lap as we sped down the slide.

Then, when we got tot he bottom, we got stuck.

Hermés was giggling like crazy. I was blushing like crazy.

Kelly laughed as she helped us up. The girls were in the double strolled at her side.

"Why don't you guys do the swings now?" she suggested with a smirk. "You can't get stuck on those."

Hermés hugged her. "Okay, Mommy!" He ran over to the swings.

"Not a word," I said to Kelly, who was still smirking.

"I didn't say a thing," Kelly said as I picked up Aven.

I brought Aven over to the baby swing, still a little red with embarrassment. At least Kelly hadn't taken a picture.

~MK~

~Kelly~

"They're so precious at this age, aren't they?" I asked Matthew as we pushed our daughters side-by-side on the baby swings.

He smiled. "Yeah, they are. I'm just afraid she's going to grow up too fast."

"Oh, she will, trust me," I said. "It seems like only yesterday I was holding Helena in my arms, having just given birth to her. Now look at her. She says words, and laughs and smiles. She's coming into her own. She has her own little personality."

He grinned. "Yeah, Aven does too. I bet she's going to be a traveller like her daddy. She loves exploring anything and everything she can find."

I smirked. "Helena loves attention, so she'll probably be an actress like me. Sometimes, she'll even smack people to get their attention. It's her own little way of telling people to pay attention to her!"

Matthew grinned. "Well, that can work out well for her career as an actress. She can bully people into watching her show. 'Watch my show or else!'," he teased.

I laughed. "I'm hoping she'll be out of that stage once she learns more words."

"Come push me!" Hermés called out to us then. He was on a regular swing, two swings down from Helena.

"Who?" I asked him.

"Both of you!" Hermés answered.

Matthew and I glanced at each other.

"One of us should stay with the girls," I said.

"Aw, they'll be fine. We'll go just for a moment. He's only two swings away," Matthew said with a wink.

I nodded. "All right." I turned to Helena. "Mommy will be just down here with your brother."

Helena nodded, and I gave her one last gentle push before heading down to Hermés. It wasn't like I couldn't clearly see Helena and Aven.

Matthew did the same with Aven, then followed me over to Hermés.

Together, we gave Hermés a nice big push.

"Power push!" he said with a giggle as he flew high into the sky.

"Hang on tight!" I warned to him.

"Stop worrying, Mommy!" Hermés called out.

Matthew laughed. "He's a smart one, isn't he?"

We grinned at each other.

"Yes, he is," I agreed.

Matthew happened to glance over just at the right moment. He gasped. "Aven, no!"

I looked over and saw Aven trying to climb out of her swing.

He ran over to her, but it was too late. She had tried to climb out of her swing, and tumbled to the ground.

She burst into tears.

"You can't climb out without Daddy, Aven!" he told her. He picked her up and rocked her in his arms, but she was still crying.

I headed over. "Here. Let me." I took Aven from him, and kissed her cheek. I gently rocked her. "Sh... It's all right. You're okay. Did you fall down and hurt yourself?"

She nodded, wiping her eyes with her hand.

"Where does it hurt?" I asked her.

She pointed to her chin, then her head.

I kissed her chin, then her head. I gently rubbed her head after I kissed it. "Better?"

She nodded, then rested her head against my chest.

I kissed the top of her head again, and gently rocked her in my arms. "Do you want to go back home to your Mommy?"

"Yes," she said.

"Okay, we can go," I told her.

"Thank you," Matthew said to me. "I'm sorry. I know we just got here."

"It's all right. Daniel will be picking the kids up soon anyway." I handed Aven back over to him after a kiss on her cheek, then went over to gather up my children.

I loved Aven. Getting to spend time with her would be an added bonus if Matthew chose me. Of course I'd never try to take Naama's place as her real mother, but still, it was like having another beautiful baby girl without the pain of childbirth.

I grinned at the thought.

~MK~

~Matthew~

Naama seemed a little annoyed when I told her about Aven falling at the park, but at least she didn't get angry. She even thanked Kelly sincerely for taking care of Aven when I told her that Kelly had gotten her to stop crying.

Naama was more courteous to Kelly than she was Leyla, I noticed.

Once we were home, and Daniel had arrived to pick up the children, Hermés and Aven had both hugged me goodbye. It melted my heart. I loved those two kids. I had seen them both since Hermés was just a baby, and since Helena was still a newborn. In a way, I felt like they were my kids too. Heck, nowadays, I saw them more than I saw my own daughter.

Once the kids had left, I pulled Kelly close to me. "Now it's time for the real fun." I began kissing down her neck with intentions of getting that dress of hers off very soon.

However, she thwarted my plans by gently pushing me away. "Actually, I thought we could hang out together first. It seems like everything we do is sex related when not with the kids, and when we're not eating."

I was a little surprised. "We went to the movies," I reminded her.

She raised her eyebrow. "And what happened at the movies?"

I blushed. "Oh. Well, we went to that bar, and I sang to you."

She grinned. "True. I want to do more date like activities like that."

"Well, what do you want to do?" I asked. "What's your favorite thing to do?"

She smiled. "Besides you?"

"Keep talking like that, and I swear this is going to lead right to where you don't want it to lead," I warned her, pulling her close to my body again.

She smiled. "My mistake! Sorry." She gently pushed me away again. "Well, I do love to shop. Why don't we go do a little shopping, and then we can maybe go to an art gallery for something different before dinner?"

"All right, sounds good. But, just to be sure, there will still be sex tonight, won't there?" I asked, my eyebrows raising up and down suggestively.

"That depends on how good of a date you are today," she teased with a wink.

I licked my lips and smiled. "I'll be the best date ever."

"Then you're going to get the best sex ever," she whispered in my ear.

I placed my hands over her waist and moaned. "Can't I get a little preview now?" I licked up the side of her neck. "Mm, you taste like bananas."

She smirked. "Let's go."

I sighed, but followed her out of the house. It would be nice to have a date with her. Even so, I could hardly wait for the best sex ever.

~MK~

~Kelly~

We shopped for a good two hours. We went to Alice + Olivia, and the Hermés store. I got a few nice pieces at both stores. Matthew got Aven some nice things at the kids section of Alice + Olivia, and some at the Hermés store for himself.

Matthew and I both loved Brunello Cucinelli, but, since Leyla worked there, we decided going in together while we were on a date wasn't the best of things to do.

We went to Saks, Bloomingdale's, and Macy's.

"You have to buy these," Matthew said, holding up a pair of black faux leather pants.

I scrunched my eyebrows together. "That's not my style."

"But they will look so hot on you tonight when we go to the club," he insisted.

"What club?" I asked, confused. "You know I don't do clubs anymore. They're so rowdy and loud. It's just not my scene."

"Aw, come on! When was the last time you went to a club?" Matthew asked me.

"It's been a while. Probably my early thirties," I answered.

"Well, then, you're way overdo to go to another one. Come on. We did what you wanted to do today. Now it's time for you to step into my world," he insisted.

I sighed. "Well, when you put it like that, I guess it wouldn't really be fair for me not to go with you now, would it?"

He grinned. "We don't have to stay long. Just an hour or two."

I laughed. "Oh, there will be no 'or two' about it. I'll go for an hour tops."

He sighed. "All right, fine. But I get to pick out what you wear tonight, and those leather pants are part of it."

I sighed too, and rolled my eyes. "Fine. Tonight is probably the only time I will ever wear them though." I picked up a pair in my size.

"And, for your top..." Matthew trailed off as he looked around for the perfect top. "I'll be right back," he informed me.

I shook my head, but smirked, then went about looking for clothes that were more my style.

He came back five minutes later with a light pink baby doll tee shirt that looked like it would not even cover my stomach.

"Did you get that in the children's section?" I asked, only half joking.

He smirked. "No, I got it in the juniors section."

I smirked too. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm not a little girl like the girl you're dating."

He winced. "Be nice."

"Sorry. Force of habit," I apologized. "Well, I don't even wear pink too often. It's not really my color."

"You'd look amazing in pink. I got the largest size they have to accommodate these," he placed his hands over my breasts.

I gasped, and laughed as I pushed his hands away. "Stop! You never know who might be watching."

"Just wear it tonight. For me. Please?" He asked.

I sighed. "All right, fine! But enjoy it, because tonight is the only night I'm gonna wear it!"

He grinned; apparently pleased with himself. "Good!" He got a little closer to my ear so that he could lower his voice. "And don't wear a bra with it."

Our eyes locked in a seductive stare down. I had to cool down after he said that, so I broke away from him before it ended up in sex yet again. "Let's go somewhere else."

He nodded, and that is when we ended up at Michael Kors, where he coaxed me into buying a handbag.

"I'm getting you a bag. I have to. It has our initials on it!" he said.

I smirked. "I'm pretty sure the MK stands for Michael Kors and Not Matthew and Kelly."

"Officially maybe. It doesn't mean it cant have a different meaning to us." He winked. "Which one's your favorite?"

I looked over the bags. "Well, this one is." I pointed to a dark brown and mocha colored shoulder bag. But you don't have to buy me it."

"I know," he said, picking it up. "But I want to."

"Well, then, I'm going to buy you something with the MK logo on it, so we can always think of each other," I stated.

"I don't need a material item for that, nor do you have to buy me something," he said.

"Well, tough, because I'm gonna! You like sunglasses. Pick out a pair," I ordered.

He picked out a really nice pair that had MK written on the stems. I had to practically fight him before he allowed me to pay for them though, but I eventually won out.

He put them on when we exited the store. "Thank you, Kel. You're amazing."

"Thank you!" I said, holding up the plastic bag that carried my bag. "You're the amazing one."

We smiled at each other.

"Now, let's drop our bags off at my place, then head out to the gallery," I said.

He nodded, and we did just that, talking, joking, and laughing, the whole way back to my place, and then to the art gallery.

~MK~

~Matthew~

The art gallery had been nice. Kelly took me to see her favorite artist Will Ryman's work. He was really good, I had to admit. It was nice sharing things with Kelly. I was glad that Kelly and I were starting to have things that were ours like Leyla and I did.

Dinner was nice and romantic. We had a nice corner table lit by a candle. We got to talk about our children, and our lives, and what we hoped to accomplish in the future. I looked having talks like that with Kelly. With Leyla, our conversations were never all that meaningful or deep.

We split a slice of chocolate cake for dessert, then, once dinner was over, we headed back to Kelly's so that she could change into the outfit I had bought her.

She had ended up choosing to wear a black pair of ankle boots with the outfit, which of course only made her sexier.

"You know, I think you're too sexy to take out. Let's stay home and have a little fun instead." I wriggled my eyebrows up and don suggestively.

She smirked, and shook her head. "No. You wanted to go to the club, so we're going to go."

So, we arrived at the club, and I almost instantly regretted bringing her. Or at least I regretted having asked her not to wear a bra. I could practically sense every guy in the club's eyes on her. Even the ones with girlfriends. Heck, having a girlfriend hadn't stopped me from eyeing her up...among other things.

We started off by getting drinks and finding a table.

"It's so loud in here!" she yelled over the music as we drank our drinks.

I smirked. "That's kind of the point, Kel."

"I told you it's not really my scene," she said.

"Aw, come on! We just got here!" I said. "You promised me an hour."

She sighed. "I know."

We finished our drinks, then I stood up, and dragged her out onto the dance floor. They were playing a remix of Britney Spears' latest hit.

"Well, I do like me some Britney," Kelly said with a smile.

I grinned. "Good! See? You can have fun here."

We danced for a couple songs, and we were laughing and having a good time. That was until a sleazy looking guy with oil slicked hair, black dress pants, and a dress shirt buttoned only by the middle button came over to her.

"May I cut in?" he asked with a smile.

Kelly hesitated for a moment. I knew she was the type of woman who didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings. Yet, I knew she clearly didn't want to dance with him.

"She's mine. Sorry," I said, pulling her closer to me and kissing her deeply.

The guy walked off without another word, thankfully.

Kelly smiled at me when I broke the kiss. "You better hope there's no paparazzi ready to tell our secret," she said with a wink.

"They wouldn't see anything different from they already expect. It seems the media knew about us before even we knew about it," I said.

Kelly laughed. "True. They knew it before we admitted it anyway."

I nodded. "Also true."

We danced for a while more, than sat down and got another drink.

Then, another guy came up to Kelly and asked her to dance. This one was young and good looking. "Hey, I'm Tim. Would you care to dance?" he asked her, shooting her a winning smile. He was blonde and gorgeous. Heck, if I were gay, I'd take him myself!

To my surprise, Kelly smiled, then batted her eyelashes at him and agreed to it.

What the hell? I wondered.

She took his offered hand and let him lead her out of her chair and out onto the dance floor.

She shot a look of apology over her shoulder at me, but she didn't seem the least bit sorry.

I felt the jealousy bubbling up in me as I watched them dance together to some song I barely recognized. Maybe I was too overcome with jealousy to recognize it.

He was bumping and grinding against her, and she was actually going along with it!

She even kissed his cheek at the end of the song.

I narrowed my eyes.

He whispered something in her ear, she smiled, but politely shook her head no. Then, she headed back over to me as the guy watched her retreat, a look of disappointment on his face.

"I think we should go," I said coldly once she had returned to the table.

"All ready?" she looked at her watch. "But we still have a half hour!"

"You seem to rather dance with other guys instead of me, so I suddenly don't find it fun anymore," I said, a little peeved that she had just left me like that.

"Oh, please, Matthew! I only danced with one guy besides you. I'm not stopping you from dancing with others." She looked around. "I danced a lot with you already. If some other guy wants me to dance with him, I don't want to be mean and say no."

"So, if they ask you to sleep with them, you won't want to be mean so you'll say yes to them?" I asked. I knew I was crossing a line, but it had just made me so angry that she had danced with another man—especially when dressed in the sexy outfit that was supposed to be reserved for me, the man who picked it out.

Just then, another good looking man came over and asked Kelly to dance. He was a little older looking than her, but he was still handsome. His name, according to him, was Daris.

She smiled at him. "Why, thank you for asking, Daris." She glanced at me as she said, "I'd love to."

She then left me in the dust as she went out onto the dance floor with Daris.

I narrowed my eyes and clenched my fists. Well, if she could play that game, then so could I. I was Matthew Settle. I could get any girl I wanted.

I looked around and saw a cute brunette at the bar. She looked to be Leyla's age, maybe slightly younger. Perfect.

I walked over to her and gave her my best smile. "I'll buy your drink if you dance with me," I told her.

The girl smiled, and pushed some hair behind her ear. "Sounds fair," she said.

I grinned even wider. "What will it be? I'll have one with you." Now we'd see if Kelly retained her smugness!

~MK~

~Kelly~

I'll admit, I had danced with Tim not only because he was cute, and I thought it would be fun, but mainly it was to make Matthew jealous. Clearly, it had worked. But when Matthew had started to get angry about it, and then down right nasty, it was war. I was so glad Daris had asked me to dance then. Otherwise, I might have said something to Matthew that I would later regret.

"So, who was that guy you were with? He didn't seem too nice. I figured I'd save you," Daris said in my ear.

I smiled at him. "Thanks. He's my coworker slash date for the night. He was jealous I danced with another man."

"Well, I'll be honest with you. I'm gay. I just came with a straight friend of mine since he went to a gay bar with me last night. I just saw you looked like you might need some saving, so I saved you," Daris said.

I almost laughed at the situation, but didn't want him thinking I was laughing at him. "Well, thank you for saving me." I smiled, and rested my arms over his shoulders.

"Hey, I may be gay, but I still know how to make a guy jealous. Wanna try?" he asked. He nodded over to the left. "It looks like he's trying to do the same for you."

I looked over and instantly felt disgusted and jealous when I saw Matthew with a girl who looked fresh out of college—if even that. He was bumping and grinding against her like I had been with Tim.

I looked into Daris' eyes. "Let's do it!"

He grinned, and led me closer to Matthew and the mystery girl without it being obvious. "Let's do it, girlfriend!"

And so we danced to some song with a nice beat to it. We bumped and ground, and when Matthew finally noticed us, we got more hard core. At one point, Daris even had his lips on my neck. It didn't feel awkward since I knew Daris was gay and not some kind of pervert trying to make a move on me.

Of course, once Matthew saw this, he did the same with his little flavor of the night.

Then, another girl came over and joined them!

"Two can play at that game, honey," Daris whispered in my ear. He led us over to his friend and said something in his ear. Then, his friend grinned at me, and ground against me from the front as Daris ground against me from behind.

Okay, then I was starting to feel a little uncomfortable. However, I didn't need to worry, for Matthew came over just then, and practically yanked me out from between them. "You're mine, and only mine," he growled as he ground up against me.

I ground up against him in return. "I don't know. You seem to think I'm some kind of slut who would go home with a guy just because he asked me to." I was still a little hurt.

"I was an idiot, and I'm sorry. I was just jealous, and I said something stupid," he said.

"You said something incredibly stupid," I corrected.

He nodded. "I said something incredibly stupid," he corrected. "Let's just go back to your place, all right?"

I smirked. "Won't your new conquests be upset?" I nodded toward the two girls he had been dancing with. They were sipping drinks, and watching him from their table.

"Na, I'm sure they have some frat party to go to or something," he joked. He gently stroked my hair. "You know they have nothing on you. I just used them to make you jealous."

I smiled. "Daris was gay. But his friend wasn't, and said friend kind of creeped me out, so thank you for butting in."

"Hey, I wasn't going to let some creep take my girl from me!" He pulled me closer.

I smiled. "I like being your girl." I rested my head on his shoulder.

"Let's go," he said.

And so we left the bar, leaving our jealousy games behind as we hailed a cab, and headed home.

~MK~

~Matthew~

Once we got back to her place, she took off her boots and socks. She left her boots by the door, and placed her socks in the hamper. Then, she sat down on the couch with a sigh of relief. "It feels good to relax," she said.

I took off my shoes as well, leaving my socks in them.

I sat down beside her, and wrapped an arm around her.

"What do you say we relax even more in the bedroom? Hm?"

She stood up.

"What's wrong? Are you still angry with me?" I asked. I knew what I had said to her was stupid, but I thought she understood!

She shook her head. "No, it's not that. It's just..." She trailed off.

"It's just what?" I asked.

"Well, when Leyla and I shared that cab the other night, she told me that you probably just want me for the sex. Come to think of it, it seems most of the things we do together are sex related or end up being sex related," she told me.

I laughed. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't laugh, but I have great sex with Leyla. Why would I need you for that?"

Her mouth dropped open. "Thanks a lot!" she said, looking slightly ill suddenly. She looked away.

I sighed, and gently stroked her cheek. "Kel, I didn't mean it that way, and you know it! All I meant was that I do have incredible sex with Leyla, so it obviously isn't sex I want you for, even though sex with you is just as incredible, if not more so."

She looked at me. "Really?"

I nodded. "Actually, I don't even consider it sex when it's with you. It's making love. I want to make love with you so much because you're that desirable to me. I love and want you so badly that I want all of you." I began kissing up her neck. "Every. Single. Inch. Of. You." I kissed her neck between words, my hands now moving up her shirt to fondle her naked breasts.

She opened her eyes. "See? I'm trying to have a serious conversation with you, and it's turning into a sex thing again."

"Just because I love your body doesn't mean I don't love you. I love you, Kelly. Weren't you listening? I just want to be with you in that way because I love you so much it hurts! I want to love every part of you that I can love," I assured her, meaning every word of it. "And again, it's making love—not sex."

She smiled at me, and stroked my cheek as well. "And you're being a hundred percent honest with me?"

I nodded. "Of course!"

"And you really consider it making love and not sex?" she asked.

I nodded again. "I really do."

She sighed, then pulled me close, her lips brushing against my left ear. "Then make love to me, Matthew. Please? I want to feel your love for me."

She didn't have to ask me twice. I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, kissing her the entire way there.

~MK~

~Kelly~

There was just something so special this time when it came to our lovemaking. It was gentler; less intense. It actually was more like love making than sex.

"I love you," he whispered, kissing me everywhere he could reach.

"I love you too," I whispered back. "So much!"

When it ended, he held and kissed me afterward, and I felt kind of sad. Why did it feel like our last time making love? I wondered. I wondered if our little fight tonight had sealed his decision to stay with Leyla. Like he and Leyla never fought though.

I sighed. "Do you know what your decision is yet?" I asked him, almost afraid to ask.

He sighed too, then kissed my shoulder. "I don't want to have to decide right now, okay? I just want to finish my night with you, and I'll decide tomorrow."

I sighed again. "All right."

He crawled on top of me again, and held my hands at my sides. "I can't get enough of you," he murmured against my neck.

I smiled. "I can't get enough of you either." I just hoped I didn't have to.

~MK~

~Matthew~

My night with Kelly had been amazing. Just so incredible. Even with our fight, it had still been incredible.

She had made me breakfast in the morning, then we headed off to work together.

I was hoping I wouldn't have to make my decision soon, but my hopes were crashed when Leyla appeared on set at the end of the day's tapings. "So, have you made your decision?" she asked.

I swallowed hard. On one hand, I wanted Leyla. She was young and pretty, and she wanted me. She was good with Aven. We both loved many of the same things. She was from Rome, so obviously she loved Italy as much as I did. She didn't have two children to tie her down. She could come and go as she pleased.

On the other hand, Kelly was more mature. I could go to her for things that I couldn't with Leyla. Kelly was more experienced when it came to children. She was the best mother any child could ask for. She was kind and caring, and so beautiful. She wasn't exactly old. Heck, she is only ten months older than I am. True, we didn't like as many of the same things, and true, she couldn't up and go as often as she wanted to because of her children, but still... Hermés and Helena were two of the sweetest, most adorable children in the world, and they were anything but a burden. And, I kind of liked that Kelly and I didn't have all the same tastes. We had enough in common that it didn't matter that some things we didn't agree on. We didn't have to have everything in common. In fact, it would be boring if we did. This way, when she and I were together, I got to experience new things, and so did she.

But Leyla and I clicked so well. I always had a blast when I was with her. In addition, she was young and full of life. I felt my maturity level was the same as her sometimes.

Then again, Kelly was a voice of reason. She was the guiding force I needed when going through tough times. She knew all the right things to say, and all the right things to do. She was so gentle and kind. And I wasn't exactly bored out of my skull when I was with her. In fact, I felt at home when I was with her.

I sighed. I had no idea what to do, but I knew I had to make my decision right now, or I would lose them both. So, I reached deep down in my heart, and pulled out the answer. "All right," I said. "I've made my choice."

~MK~

~Kelly~

Leyla and I looked at each other, and at Matthew. He had made his choice. Now all we had to do was hear it.

I just hoped I didn't have anything else to do afterwards, like mend my broken heart.