"What are you looking at, King of Curiosity? Is that one a good title?" I asked as I dried my hair. I had a towel wrapped around my body and was just headed to go grab some clothes. Matt was sitting on my bed with my MAC in his lap, no doubt snooping through. I had nothing to hide except a plethora of embarrassing photos and terrible amateur pieces of writing. No worries.
"Mm, you women and your Apple products." He was clicking furiously at something. I walked to him and put my hand over his before he broke the bloody mouse pad.
"Easy, Smith. Oh, pictures are easier to see on iPhoto. Do you really have to look at the NASA photos? Please don't break anything while I go to slip into something more comfortable while you…yeah…"
He eyed me questioningly and I just shook my head. Best let him go down that picture road himself. I hid in the bathroom and had just finished slipping on my hoodie and spandex shorts when I heard his loud, very amused, and so incredibly sexy laugh. Is that even possible?
I finished pinning my hair into a bun, and walked to lean on the bathroom doorframe. Out of habit, I pulled at the sleeves of my hoodie to hide my hands under them. "Which one did you find?" I asked, promptly fixing my lower lip between my teeth, nervously.
Matt was pointing excitedly to the screen with a bright smile on. "You're in a space suit! Well, your face is in a cardboard cutout, but still! You look so happy. You're like my little Space Girl!"
My hood was now covering my face and it took nearly all my courage to look at him. "I forgot there were photos of my face actually in that album…not fucking cool."
He looked over the computer screen incredulously at me. "Oi! I'll be the judge of cool! This, this is very cool sweetheart. I only have half a mind to figure out what this stuff is, come and explain them to me dearest astronaut." His green eyes were masked in wonderment and I only briefly thought of denying him.
"Are you really that intrigued?" He nodded and opened his arms for me to climb into. I obliged and hopped up to lie against his chest. He buried his face into my neck and took a deep breath, which caused me to giggle quietly.
"Shut up. You smell the same and it's giving me butterflies. Now, talk nerdy to me." And I did just that for about an hour.
I had taken a trip to NASA in my junior year of college, and was soon figuring out places I obviously needed to take Matt. Each picture I showed was either of a different spacecraft, an astronaut, or of friends and me doing something nerdy - like hiding in one of the escape pods. At the time it was incredibly normal for a twenty-one year old.
I got to the last picture and almost teared up at the forgotten quote. It read: The mind of a child contains a Universe of possibilities. "This was the last thing we saw before we walked out of the teacher's conference room."
He hummed against my shoulder and scooted me up closer to him. A contented sigh slipped from my lips and I shut my laptop to turn in his arms, facing him. "Do you believe it?" He asked. His eyes were batting around both of mine.
I looked down at our entwined hands and really thought about what to say. Of course I believed it, but how do you make someone understand the philosophy of your own thoughts? Especially when those thoughts are just so personal.
"It may sound silly if I tell you what I believe it means, because yes, I do believe it."
"Tell me?" He kissed me briefly, no doubt a sign of implanting trust, and waited for me to answer.
I was leaning back into his chest and his back was resting against the pillows. It would have been incredibly comfortable, but I was about to get rather philosophical with him. The nervousness drowned out most any relaxation being felt against him. A philosophy lesson of my mind with Matt Smith. Here we go…
"I do believe it because we're quite blank when we're children. We are shaped by the society and interactions that befall our view. Yes, very Tabula Rasa-esk. We take our own opinions, which are sometimes shaped because of others, or with others. It's a societal learning curve. Children's minds are like sponges. We can feed them so many things in the early years and they just sort of assimilate it, and make it their own. It's fascinating to just watch the mind of a child grow and expand, let alone the physical changes they undergo. Children are the greatest compartmentalizers, but they're also the worst actors. I learn so much from the children I teach, and that's all of my children. It's the reason I became a teacher; to learn from them." Word vomit: check. Look at Matt's face: uncheck.
"What in the hell God did I please to land you?" His fingers splayed across my right cheek as he turned me to face him. He was searching both my eyes, looking for a trace of deceit.
"Honesty about children isn't something I fluff Matt. Creation is something I truly admire in them. And don't, I'm not special or anything. I'm just me, Amelia. I think you've proven yourself well enough for me to show that."
His mouth moved a few times in an attempt to form words, but it wasn't working in his favor. His lips crashed against mine instead as his arms tightened around my waist. I had managed to throw him off once again, my Matthew. His left hand slid down my leg as he curled my knees up to him. I was now in a bitty cocoon, and I couldn't stop giggling enough to kiss him back properly.
"Don't ever say you're not special. You have such a rapturous fascination for the small wonders of the world. I mean, I thought I did, but you flourish with the everyday. I'd be so incredibly bored if I lost you now," he said.
I snuggled into his chest and we both just listened. Our hearts were out of sync, but beating to chase the other. It was like a great pursuit for synchronization. Of course it would only happen about once every few minutes. I couldn't tell if he could hear the beats of our hearts, but it entranced me so.
It fit us quite perfectly as of late. One of us was always trying to balance out the other. We'd not dare to stand in a race on our own. "I did a cloud presentation once with a Harry Potter connection…I guess it's just that I see little insignificant vast ideas and I piece them together in a way that never quite makes any bit of sense."
"You know, being with you is rather refreshing. Your mind is so openly free and focused… It's actually a bit scary…" My hair was being untied and wrapped around his fingers to play with; it felt incredibly soothing. "Your hair is like the best thing since sliced bread. It's all fairytale wavy and long. You shouldn't tie it up."
"But it's always getting in my face and tickling my nose!" Just as sure as I said it, a strand of my hair escaped his fingers and slid down my face. I attempted to blow it out of the way but it just ended up smacking him in the face.
"Oi! I like your hair, but not when it's up my nose. I don't care if it hits yours. You make adorable faces. I wish I could swish and flick this damned piece right back into my hand. HEY! Speaking of swish and flick, isn't the Harry Potter world here?" His whole entire face was now in a merry wonderment as his fingers tapped anxiously against my hand.
I sat up and shook my head adoringly at him. Child. "Yes, yes it is. We can go if you'd like? I've only been once, which seems like a sin because Potter was my childhood!"
"I've never been, and you need to go about twelve more times! Brilliant! Open up and let's round a pair of tickets up. I've always wanted a pint of Butterbeer," he said as he pointed animatedly to my computer.
I popped it open and Matt's fingers flew across the keyboard. He obviously wanted Butterbeer quite badly. I attempted a protest as he bought my ticket, but every time I went to go say something he tickled me. I really wasn't on the winning side of that argument. Twenty minutes later we had a resort suite that we were booked in for the 22nd – 24th. The 24th we'd agreed on doing just a day at the pool, a nice dinner, and then driving back home.
"Come on, it has gone half-one and I'm starving!" I exclaimed, hopping out of the bed energetically. The sudden burst of energy must have been from thinking about Harry Potter World, not from Matt… "First one down there is a loser!" And with that I ran off down the stairs, through the hallway, and into the living room.
I came down to find Brittany sprawled on the couch with a book in her hands and Rob fiddling with my piano. They looked incredibly too cozy in one another's presence. I was about to say morning, but Matthew happened.
He came out of absolutely nowhere and scared the hell out of me. His arms were wrapped around my waist and he was spinning me, so of course I was screaming bloody murder.
"MATTHEW ROBERT SMITH, put me down. Now." He laughed and started tickling me relentlessly.
"Not until you say I'm not a loser!"
"Stop. Stop. Stop! Stop! Fine you baby! You're not a loser. I can't breaaaaathe…" Tears were in my eyes and my face hurt from smiling so incredibly hard.
He stopped, and I slid down straight onto the floor. Rob and Brittany were looking at us like we were complete and total lunatics, which about summed us up in a nutshell. Could you really expect anything less from the both of us? He plopped down right next to me and laid his head in my lap, looking up at me and drumming his fingers on his chest.
"You're absolutely insane, you do realize this?" I traced my fingers against his ribcage as my other hand ran through his hair. It was getting rather long as of late, not that I'd complain.
"I do, but what am I so incredibly insane for? Wanting to scare you senseless or wanting to hear you laugh wildly as I amuse you with my fingers at your waist?" He traced my breastbone with a feathery touch and I shuddered.
Matthew—he was so earnest sometimes. Everything he said seemed to come from some sort of passionate drive within him, but he never articulated his need for much. It was always about doing something for me. When would I get to do something for him? When had been the last time someone did something for him?
"Earth to space girl? What's on your mind?" Matt had moved to a sitting position and was now playing with little strands of my hair.
I just shook my head and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Go sit, and I'll make breakfast. Are you all hungry?" I stood swiftly, and headed to the kitchen after Brittany said yes.
Rob hadn't answered but he was a guy. It was just understood that guys are always hungry—the bottomless pits that they are. What in the world was my problem? It wasn't often that I couldn't ground myself but at the moment nothing was curing my insatiable need to figure Smith out. Given, we have only been together for a little over a month, but I needed to know more than his…oh what am I saying? He hadn't had time to actually react to me for fuck's sake. I needed to finish this bacon and get on with the day. Breakfast for lunch was always a good start!
I threw eggs into a pan and just drifted as they cooked. This, this I could do. I started thinking of emotions that I would finally get to see from him. We would eventually stop the honeymoon theatric phase, and I could see him just coming home to lay whatever hardship it was on me. I'd be able to read what was wrong the moment he walked in the door but I'd let him engage in a release. That or I would be made to watch him attempt to get whatever fleeting emotion he was feeling out in the wrong way, but I'd be there to set him right. I would be there to read him perfectly and turn around and shock the hell out of him with my perceptiveness.
"Is it done?"
I turned to see Matt bouncing on the balls of his feet, and looking at me excitedly. "Why, are you hungry dear?" My tone was teasing and I knew we had fallen back into our playful banter.
"I was actually just wondering how long it was until Rob and I could play…We sort of brought instruments and well, I haven't played in near 6 months. It's odd to not play for that long because that's really the most brilliant way for me to get anything done. It focuses me and puts me back on a one-track focus, and, I'm rambling aren't I?" He swiped at his fringe and exhaled as he leaned against the doorframe.
"You're rather handsome when you do that, you know?" His joggers were hanging low about his waist and his mask of confidence was replaced. Giving into him was just too easy; he was still unsure with me.
"You're rather adorable when you're cooking. Can I help?" He started walking towards me, but I pointed firmly to the door.
"I'm going to bring it out Matt. Go in there, get your instrument out, and strum me a tune. I'm ready to hear you play. Wait, what are you playing? Because don't you play like three different things?"
"Awe, you're intrigued. I love it!" And with that he ran off. ASS!
Of course I was…oh…he doesn't know I'm a musician. I forgot about that bit.
Oops?
Well, there was time for that later. Right now it was time for my famous, un-greasy and healthy, egg sandwiches. I plopped four onto their respective plates and poured out the tea. I quickly ran the plates in there and thanked Brittany as she grabbed the four teacups when I went back in for the milk and sugar.
We girls plopped on the couch and listened to Matt and Rob bicker over which song to start. They both had guitars out and music was sprawled at their feet. We couldn't quite hear them, but the sandwiches were too good to particularly care. They went back and forth like an old married couple and we giggled occasionally at them.
Matt took his foot and landed it onto a piece of music that looked quite old. It was rather tattered among the edges and he was looking at it fondly.
"Seriously?" Rob's voice rang out deeply and Matt simply nodded his head.
Matt smiled, seeing as he had won his way and hopped up. His guitar was left on his seat as he settled himself at the piano, and I nearly died. His fingers gracing that piano was almost too much to think about, and then he started singing after the introduction. I had heard him sing before but this was completely different. He was playing… On my piano… His hands dug into the keys as his voice wrapped around the soft lyrics. We all joined in at the chorus, but nothing would quite cure the dull ache to just be near him.
Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back toward the milky way
They dropped out and I was at Matt's side before I even knew what was really happening. He scooted the bench out and turned his legs to stand up, but I was atop him in a flash. He locked his arms about my waist as I giggled softly into his neck… "You sang so ridiculously before, but that was lovely." I kissed him, and he picked me up. My legs and arms were wrapped around his body, but he deposited me back to my spot on the couch.
"Not. Kiss. Done. Kiss." And with that he made his way back over to Rob—who was shaking his head in Brittany's direction.
"What are you two…?" I made to ask her, but she simply shook her head in an amused manner. I giggled and turned back to them. I knew she'd tell me eventually.
"All right, your pick mate." Matt plopped down next to Rob and pulled his guitar into his lap, but I wanted it to be me in his lap. I wanted to wriggle around on there until I got comfortable and pretend to nip at his neck. He always smelled so incredibly comforting, and I wouldn't mind being buried six feet under his scent. Or just directly under him, period. I shook my head to get those thoughts out of my brain. We weren't at that point quite yet, but I could feel it coming. It was only a matter of time before the dance we had started between us would come to a climatic finale.
I had spaced out long enough to be completely dazed as they started singing but Matt's voice brought me back to. They were harmonizing with one another within the song. I had never heard it pulled into an acoustic set, but they made it sound just so comforting. Matt's eyes were searching mine and I looked over to Rob. His head was down, and Brittany was biting her nails, but still reading.
I won't let them hurt
They're hurting you, no
Ooh yeah
When your heart is breaking
You can follow me
You can follow me
I turned back to Matt, who immediately smiled at me. They finished off the last little strand and Britt clapped with me. Rob cleared his throat and stood to walk off. There was something wrong with him and something had affected him, but Matthew's breath at my neck distracted me.
"I'm going to go and shower. You're going to have to show me the beach here…" He hugged me around the waist from behind me and pressed himself into me. I was very much so distracted by the feel of his long body against mine but the warmth was soon gone. He was walking with large strides, sandwich in hand, around the corner and up the stairs. He had a deafening power over me, and it was frightening, but so exhilarating.
Brittany laughed and told me she was going to head out because she had an interview with a school later. Starkey Elementary had wanted to hire her out of her first practicum, but we still had two very long semesters to go at that point. She contacted them halfway through her internship and they said it would be a pleasure to welcome her on board. I had been welcomed back to the first place I ever interned at, but wanted to see where this editing/publishing bit was going to take me first. I was banking on that call back by the time Matthew would be gone, and as luck would have it…it was in London. That little detail was just a bit more than embarrassing.
I sat down at my piano and picked up my headphones to plug in. There was no way he'd hear me play piano. He had sounded so beautiful as his fingers danced along the keys and I'd sound complete rubbish in comparison. Definitely been around the Brit's for far too long. It wasn't long before I lost myself inside of learning my newest piece.
Matt's POV
I hopped in the shower and let the water run over myself. Her shower felt incredibly warm and the showerhead was nearly massaging my back. There was only one word to describe myself right now - knackered. I had nearly been exploding with joy, but the jet lag was now catching up to me. The whole idea that this was all so very real was terrifying as well. Amelia was a bit more intuitive than I had taken her for and she was going to be able to read straight through me.
How would I know if I was overpowering the amount of time we spent together? It had been fine time that I figure out something incredibly personal with her and what she let go today pulled me just that bit closer to her. There was always that lurking feeling whenever I got close to someone though. It was the striking feeling to have her be mine. That near growl that builds in my chest each time I pull her to me was getting louder and deeper in my chest. She was just sweet little Amelia who had danced blindly in my arms—but I had known then. I had her the moment I wrapped my arms around her and now that we had begun… I never wanted to stop.
I naturally tripped getting out of the shower and happened to stumble over a plastic bag that was lying on her floor. The contents were now sprawled on the floor as I gazed curiously at them. She had about 4 different smelling body washes and just…why? Why was she making me even more inquisitive about her? Why did she not even have to be in my presence for me to wonder about her? It wasn't fair, really. She can get her head stuck in the clouds while I'm grounded here on Earth wondering what it is that makes my little 'Melia tick.
I threw a pair of swimmers on and walked downstairs. My hair would sort itself out or she would run through it later. I did quite love that tick of hers. She probably didn't notice that she did it… If she did I'd never mention it because she could eliminate stress in a second with those small hands of hers.
Which, speaking of, were now gliding along the piano. Her eyes were shut tight and the headphones in her ears were stopping me from hearing what she was playing and I didn't like it; not one bit. I watched her for a few more moments, marveling at the peaceful content look upon her face. When I stepped behind her it never registered, but she nearly flew off the seat when I rested my hand on her lower back.
I chuckled and she looked up at me with wild eyes. I nearly felt bad, but in a second she was taking the offending music muting devices out of her ears and stabbing a finger into my chest. "You scared the beejeesus out of me!"
Her elementary use for words simply egged me on to laugh even deeper as I easily wrapped my arms around her little waist. She attempted a struggle but eventually pouted and rested into me. I ran my lips over her ear and spoke softly to her.
"I am sorry. I didn't mean to scare you, but you were so lost in what you were playing. Can I hear?"
She went a bit rigid in my arms, as if she had been afraid of me asking that. "I'm really not good at playing. I only taught myself just last year." Her voice was small, but I still marveled at her. The things she's capable of…
"Darling, I don't care if you play me Mary Had A Little Lamb – I just want to hear you play. You looked so incredibly at peace and I want to know what in the world could have possibly put that look on your face…"
She looked to me with question in her eyes, but soon turned to sit back down on the bench. I made to move onto the chair but her grip stopped me. "Sit by me, will you?"
Her bottom lip was worrying between her teeth, so I reached out to tug the delicate plump flesh from her torture. She looked so incredibly vulnerable in that moment that I thought I may have to gather her into my arms. She surprised me again and merely turned and took a deep breath. I settled next to her and laid my hand over hers, which had been positioned on the keys. A smile snuck through her and she seemed shocked to have gained her own confidence back.
She took a deep breath and I did not expect her to start singing—but she did. Her voice rang out sweetly and it made my affection for her swell even more. It was all just simply one word, as it always would be with her: captivating.
Come away with me in the night. Come away with me and I will write you a song. Come away with me on a bus. Come away where they can't tempt us with their lies. I want to walk with you on a cloudy day in fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high. So won't you try to come, come away with me and we'll kiss on a mountaintop. Come away with me and I'll never stop loving you.
Her hands stayed on the keys for a few moments, but not for long. I pulled her straight into me and hugged her so tightly she may have been near broken. "Whether you meant it or not, that song just meant everything Amelia."
She giggled and her little body rocked in my arms. Amused by my reaction, no doubt, but I wasn't kidding. That short little song held so many promises and she had to have picked up on that.
"Which part? The bit about escaping with just me, or the loving you?"
I hummed against her skin and pulled her tighter as she shivered. "I know how close I want you but I feel like I'm cheating you out of the whole experience—the getting to know me ordeal. How am I intended to expect you to show your true feelings when I can barely let mine go?"
"Oh, but you are letting them out. Don't take this the wrong way, but I hardly need you to tell me your feelings. You're so easy to read." She twisted from my immobilizing grasp and took my face in her hands. My own hands fell to rest in my lap as I let her trace my eyes, as I had done so many times to her. She was forever steadfast in what she seemed to feel, and how does one do so?
I knew my own emotions when they were inside of me. Getting them to come through was the game I was hard-pressed for. I wanted to tell her, and badly. I wanted to tell her that each breath she took drove me near mad, that the passion inside was willing to break through and that I adored her whole entire demeanor. I couldn't just assume she knew, but she had to.
I gazed back up at her, and for a moment I was afraid I had said everything out loud. She kissed me atop the nose and stood up. Her little shorts had risen to cup her arse gracefully and I shook my head at the sight Indefinably beautiful in the smallest of ways.
"I do know… And I trust you don't have to tell me. I'd love to hear one day but for now Smith," I watched as she completely transformed herself. It was infectious the way she became all smiles and giddy. "Beach!"
I put my head down to hide my stupid smile because I had just been serious moments ago, but no. Amelia was once again transforming everything I knew about myself to be true and I couldn't be bothered to give a damn. I clapped my hands atop my legs and stood to advance her.
"You're going to make my pale, British, sun-stunted body go out into that?" I pointed towards her window which now had the sun brightly shining through. It had gone about three and it was gorgeous outside. I did actually want to run out into the water and attempt to drown her. All in good fun though.
"What say you Smith? Should we just run out there and hop in, or should we go and put suits on like normal people?" She was standing with her hip cocked and a challenging grin.
"Oh Amelia, is that a dare, or a double dare?"
She threw her head back and laughed brightly as she started towards her front door. "Try a triple-dog dare!" And with that she was off into…Well not the sunset exactly, but it still sufficed.
I stood taken aback for a second before I darted out after her. There was a wide expanse of sand behind her condo that ran straight into the water. If there ever was a hurricane it would drown that place out. Otherwise? It was quite peaceful. Not too many people were on the beach either and I was content to run as stark as needed.
She wasn't too far ahead but she was running with purpose. Since I'm such a gentleman, I let her hit the water first but soon followed in after her. She came up practically sputtering as I swam over to her. Her face was bright and she just looked like she belonged.
"I used to swim around when I was little and pretend I was Poseidon's daughter." Her arms floated about her as she bobbed almost effortlessly. I made a reach for her waist and she pouted to me; I could stand and she couldn't.
"You're pretty enough to be Poseidon's daughter…" That had her legs instantaneously wrapped around me as I sighed into her. Her tank top was obscuring me from her skin and I didn't quite appreciate it, so I lifted it to her mid torso.
Her arms moved to wrap around my neck as she leaned down into press a kiss to above my collarbone. I eagerly massaged about her waist as she let her warm mouth gently bite down. In that moment she became all encompassing. There were a fair amount of people at the beach, but I didn't care. Her arse was in my hands, and it was raking havoc to my lower body. She let passion flow from her lips to press into my body as I sought out that possessive friction and sadly never found it.
She eased her tongue over the generous flesh that was just taken between her teeth and the feral groan that ripped through me was not particularly loud. Yet it was enough to have her ease a nuzzle to my neck. "Soon, I promise my love…" And with that she was off like a little fish.
The rest of the day was a bit like that and I couldn't find it within myself to complain. Kaylah and Trevor had returned for her to grab clothes. Amelia said she had been spending a copious amount of time at his house within the past two weeks. It wasn't like I minded—never being one to meddle in others affairs and all that…Unless it was highly significant to me.
By the time we had finally managed to make our way back to the couch we were both blinking lazily at the ceiling. "Is it always like this?" She inquired from beside me. Our hands were rested atop one another but I was too tired to pull her to me. She must have been utterly exhausted to not have flop down on me lap.
"Hmmm?" I hummed back to her. I had an inkling to what she was referring to but best find out for sure.
"This sort of happiness. My emotions have all sort of settled right here." She took my hand and placed it directly atop her navel. My fingers curled automatically play with her belly button ring as she sighed, letting her head fall to my shoulder.
I thought in earnest for a minute, would it stay this way? I highly doubted it would stay this way, but that didn't mean the worst was yet to come. I surely didn't want things to stay this way—content as I was. I wanted to bury myself within her little body and feel her squirm at the intensity of it all. She was so flighty at times that it was rather unsettling. I wanted to have her undulating beneath my touch. My girl… My Amelia.
I had somehow managed to say that whole bit out loud but thankfully she was now softly asleep against my chest. She had mentioned earlier that my chest was like a wide expanse of pillow for her. Sometimes it was just the things she said that had me done in and I wouldn't want to change it for the world. Other times it was the things she did, like now. I had managed to lift her slight frame and she pulled herself up to snuggle against my neck—making little moans of content into her spot. I had deemed that little crook between my neck and shoulder as her spot because her heart-shaped face fit so perfectly just there.
I set her down on the bed and quickly covered her. She nearly always pulled the covers further up around herself when I tucked her arm under them so I gave up that approach. I flipped the switch and made to climb into bed with her, but I was accustomed to a completely different approach. Normally I'd wait for her to wrap herself around me seeing as the pillow was generally between us, but there was an expanse of space.
Her hand suddenly flopped onto my stomach as she tried to twist my hips towards her, but to no avail. I chuckled and aided her a bit by scooting into her. Her left arm draped over my side as her left leg fought its way between both of my legs. She was like a mini spider monkey when she cuddled. I didn't mind because she was so warm, soft, and… Oh, she smelled so tempting.
I pushed thoughts of her body pressed pleasantly against mine and favored thoughts of seeing her beautiful face light up at Universal tomorrow. She was so animated over the smallest ideas, but Harry Potter. Even I was excited about those bits. We would either be too knackered in the suite, or something was going to happen. I just wasn't quite sure what, but I'd be damned if I didn't want her…beneath me…
Beautiful, brilliant, sexy, adorable, secretive Amelia…
A/N: Yey for lovely beta-ing from Blazin'. She makes my world go 'round. I may actually get the hang of this and literally post on Friday! Hahaha. Yippies for Universalz!