A/N: Hello there! Chapter 25 after 3 years? Not sure if anyone is still following this or if you're new to reading it, but hi! Life caught up really quickly, but here I am still alive. I've got an almost 2 year old now, and a husband… life goes quickly guys. However, I just started writing randomly and couldn't take my mind off this story. I'm currently on spring break from teaching, so I hope to write the final (maybe) angst of this story and begin a new installment. Thank my husband for that. All I have to say is our delightful couple may be in for a bumpy ride.

"Last plane ride of the century," Brittany said – pulling her carry on from the overhead compartment.

"Speak for yourself. I have to get back there," Amelia sleepily replied.

Walking through the terminal gave them both a feeling of impending separation. In just under a week Amelia would be gone. Not just moving to a different city or even state. She would be a whole 12 hour flight and country away from what she'd called home for so many years now.

At twenty-five she had managed a bachelor's degree and landed a job with a prestigious publishing company in London. In her spare time she would get to admire her rather famous British boyfriend.

"Coffee?"

Her best friends voice brought her out of her inner monologue and she nodded appreciatively. "Yeah, my head's spinning nowhere fast."

"Rob will be here in about five minutes," she said – ordering their latte's. Since they first met Rob and Brittany had gotten rather close as friends. Rob had left London before even Britt or Amelia. Something about clearing my place – was what he had said. Amelia figured either one of two things was happening. Rob was moving permanently to his place in London or he was replacing her as roommate, which she much preferred.

"How do you feel about all of this? It's a lot of change in one sitting," her friend mentioned quietly sipping her latte.

"About what in particular? Matt, the move, Lutwidge?" Amelia asked.

"The uprooting. This isn't just a grab the furniture and clothes hop, skip, and jump down the road. Ya know?"

Both women took a significant swig of coffee in favor of conversation. Amelia had of course contemplated each scenario in her head. What she truly believed was that Matt was her chance at the life she had always imagined for herself. Maybe it was ironic or a bizarre twist of fate they had met that night, but she knew Matt was her fate – twisted or not.

"It feels a bit like that first day we were in Mr. H's class," she began – setting her cup on the bar. "When he told us we were the first cohort that didn't have anything shitty to say about the ESE world. It made us feel like we were meant to be there. I feel like I'm meant to be in London. Maybe it's not even just Matt. I think it's everything."

"I get it, ya know?" Brittany said after a long pause. "You feel like you have stepped into uncharted waters, but your sails are up and you're fully prepared for what is to come next."

"Do we ever really know what is coming next?" Amelia laughed.

Brittany laughed along with her and plucked her vibrating cell phone out of her back pocket. "Hey, are you here?" – "Yeah, don't bother coming up. We'll come down to you. It's kind of abandoned in here, but better not take the chance." – "Nope. That's perfect. Thank you so much for doing this for us." – "Shut up. It is a big deal. We'll see you in a sec." – "Ew. Bye Roberto."

"You know, I have to admit. Hearing only half of that conversation was confusing as all hell," Amelia laughed as the two of them wheeled their suitcases down to the car pick-up.

Rob was right there as promised and quickly loaded both bags into his trunk. Amelia sat in the back leaving the front to her other two friends. It was all a bit overwhelming, but she felt her heart swell. She had made at least something of herself; a feat considering the partial bit of her upbringing. How in the hell was she supposed to tell Matt?

"I could go for a beer, you girls?" She vaguely heard Rob ask.

Both girls nodded enthusiastically and the conversation picked up after they all had a few in them. Brittany fell asleep calmly on Rob's lap and Amelia decided it was time to pick herself up and head to her room. She dug in her suitcase to get her cell charger out and changed into shorts and a tank after bidding a dreamy Rob goodnight.

Her phone had one message, received only three minutes ago to her relief.

M - I can't wait until you're in my arms every night. It's terribly lonely here right now.

A – I know it's 2 a.m. your time, but are you still awake? Not hearing your voice makes the darkness much more lonely.

Incoming Call

Matthew 3

"Why are you not sleeping?" Amelia asked – a loud yawn escaping her.

"I honestly cannot stop thinking about you," Matt answered breathlessly.

Amelia smiled to herself. She knew where she wanted this to go, and being mildly intoxicated was giving her a fair advantage over his voice dripped with honey for once.

"What exactly is it about me that has been keeping you up?" She asked coyly.

"Oi, don't be cheeky. It's nearly 3 a.m. What do you think is on my mind bloody minx?" He asked.

The frustration in his voice made Amelia grin with a deep satisfaction.

"I've a fairly good idea, but I want you to say it. I want to hear you tell me so we can both be in the same fantasy Matt," she replied.

Before she knew it she was slipping her shorts off to his restless breathing. Matt lay tortured on his own bed – her scent still lingering on his sheets. His cock was straining, pulsing lightly knowing what the movement on the other side of the phone meant. He wanted to see her.

"It's no fantasy Amelia. It's already happened. You allowing me to slip my cock between your lips – so warm," he groaned.

"Are you touching yourself to the thought of me on my knees? Sucking and moaning all around you?" She asked bravely.

"Christ, 'Melia. I… yes. How could I n-not?"

"Would it help if I told you I'm on my knees in bed with my fingers buried between my thighs? Just the way I did when you came all over my chest?"

Matt was not one hundred percent sure where the newly discovered confidence was coming from in his girlfriend, but his erection appreciated the enthusiasm. He'd been waiting and aching for what seemed like hours for her, the phone call only serving to edge him even more.

He thrust helplessly into the open air, not yet wanting to wrap his hand back around his cock.

"I can imagine you all flushed and tinged with color, rocking into your own hand. I want to kiss every bit of you, ya' know? Including just there. I'd wager you taste simply divine."

"I'd let you be just there, but put my moans to work in tandem with my m-mouth," she shuddered out. "Working to make you come. And my chest just in the right position for you to come on if we were in the position I keep imagining us in."

"Fuck, darling. You've no idea how long I've been this close. I just couldn't stop thinking… an-and now? God, I want to be buried between your thighs and just smell you," Matt groaned out, breathing picking up exponentially as his hand quickened on himself.

"Matt… I wish…" she replied breathlessly. She could feel her stomach tighten with promise.

"I know. I do too. If our lips were wrapped around me…" he trailed off, voice losing a battle to moans. His balls were tightened as he steadily stroked himself closer and closer to release.

"They are. So come – come all over me. Make me yours," and she's fucking herself faster on her own fingers to the sound of him endlessly groaning.

"Mine," Matt whispered as he thrust his hips up one last time. His grip tightened as he worked himself through orgasm, hips stuttering as come pulsed from his cock and he covered his bare skin. He slid himself through the tight grip of his hands only a few more times desperate for his head to imagine it being her before tuning back into the sounds on the other end of the phone.

"Matt…" Amelia whined.

"Sh, it's alright. Come Amelia, come 'round my fingers…. That's a girl… come for me," he audibly whispered.

Amelia sobbed out her orgasm and Matt stroked his half hard cock to the sound of her letting go. He flopped ungracefully back onto his plush bed, pulling the covers up around his waist in favor of getting too over zealous.

Amelia collapsed against her pillows, legs stretched out and panties tangled around her left ankle.

"What sweetheart?" Matt cooed after her giggle – using his boxers to clear the sticky come from himself. He threw them into the basket, trying to breath in her lingering scent.

"I just love you."

"And I you," he replied contentedly. "Not that I mind at all, but that seemed like a pretty confident endeavor?"

"It was liquid courage," she replied shyly. Her buzz was now replaced almost entirely by sleepiness.

"Ah, well hats off to your liquid. But I do-," he paused for a yawn. "I do love every side of your sexual prowess. Shy or not."

"We'll get to explore a lot more, but I think we had both better hit the hay." Just as she said it her eyes got heavy and she snuggled further into her pillows.

"St-stay with me?" Matt asked sweetly.

"Always," she whispered in response, her heart swelling with admiration for this man on the other side of the world.

Soon she thought. Matt's breathing slowed after a sleepy sigh and she knew he was just nearly asleep. She began humming quietly and soon drifted asleep herself. It was as close as they could physically be for right now.

For now.

When Matt woke the following day he smiled, sending Amelia a text after hanging up from last night. He could hear her snoring softly and lay to listen as long as his alarm allowed, hanging up before it went off and woke her.

He stretched languidly and made his way to shower. He was meeting Alex for lunch. He had made the plans a day after Amelia told him she'd be moving with him. His flat was nothing short of a Man Cave – no place for his girlfriend to put her own stamp on the place. Alex promised to help him 'chickify' his pad, as he'd aptly explained over Alex's rather loud laugh.

Five hours of shopping later they each collapsed into comfortable booths at a pizza joint.

"Thank you for that insurmountable exercise Matthew," Alex puffed – a warm smile adorning her features.

"Yeah," he replied. "I suspect Amelia will be completely baffled when she arrives. Hopefully for the better," he smiled nervously – picking up one of the cylindrical throw pillows they'd grabbed. After all the majority of his were torn or had a football team sewn into the middle of them.

They paused the inevitable heart-to-heart to order a large cheese and iced waters. Matt took a quick moment to check his phone – a picture of Amelia's progress on Operation Move Out. They had managed to clear her room and replaced mostly the small and medium things with Brittany's.

I can't wait to have you here with me – he replied to her. He knew fully well that leaving that all behind wasn't an easy change for her, but she'd reassured it was definitely for the better.

"How is she?"

Alex's voice broke him of his reminiscing. "Good. Yeah, she's really good. She's just packing and tying up loose ends there. I'm picking her up Saturday for a good-bye party and then we'll be off Sunday late afternoon."

"And how are you sweetie?" There was a serious edge to her voice as she stretched out a hand to place over his.

Matt smiled weakly for a second and let his hand thread into his hair when Alex let go to take a drink of her ice water.

"Scared senseless? Enamored with the idea and terrified of the practicality? But mostly ready. We've so much to learn of one another, but we're aware of so much already. Honestly Alex, I think she's the best possible thing I've ever had. She's part of this ever after dream." He finished resolutely. He hadn't meant to let all that out, but smiled at the finality of it all.

Filming of Who was ending and he was on the way to redefining himself. He was an actor and portraying someone not himself was something he did well, but it was time to dote on himself with Amelia.

"She's wonderful and lovely Matt - a tad innocent, but not naïve. She knows what it's like to be through the ringer. And tell me if I'm wrong, but I have a feeling you feel a bit more for her than you let on," Alex raised an eyebrow knowingly before trailing off.

"She's a bit guarded, but she wants to trust. I want that trust to be in me."

"Oh darling – it is," Alex cooed. She could tell Amelia had a darker secret than she let on. Maybe it was something to do with a past relationship, but Alex was willing to bet it was something that dealt with her family. She just hoped the young girl let the young man before her be there for her, or even with her depending on the relevance of the circumstances.

Alex had gotten to know Matt a bit more than she usually gathered out of her coworkers on any other job, but she was proud of him. She knew he wouldn't bugger it up with Amelia, so he just needed to see that as well. And he would, she concluded as they wrapped up and headed back to his car. He would.

"So that's it then?" Her mom asked. A cool icy look fixated on her features.

"Lynn," her Grandfather began in warning.

"No Dad. It's fine. We always knew she would be destined for greatness," she began with air quotes accenting the last word in her vengeful sentence. "I just didn't know she'd uproot and become a naïve who as well after you took her away."

"Mommy…" Amelia gasped – tears in her voice and heart in her throat. Matt was ten minutes away from being here and she was breaking. This is not the Amelia he loves. "I got a job in London. It's not like I'm leaving just for him." And I love him – her inner voice whispered softly.

"When I moved here it was for you. It was to watch you thrive. I thought I was getting a second chance at being there for you – to be with you. And now? Now you're leaving to chase some dream that's been damned from the start. A job you hardly have credentials for and a man who is chasing you because you're far away," she ended bitterly.

Amelia was now openly crying – feeling the patch she had so carefully sewn on her heart split at the seams. Her mother, the one person who was supposed to love her unconditionally was now in her face spewing venom.

"You just remember when you're left high and dry by Mr. Rich Britches that I told you so, little girl."

"Get out! Leave and take your damn meds Lynn," Granddad yelled ushering his vile daughter out of their condo.

When Grammy went to embrace her granddaughter she was immediately shrugged off. Forgetting about Matt's now untimely arrival, she ran. She ran down the hall, down five flights of stairs, and sat by the sea.

She had stopped crying when the burn of running down stairs set in – choosing instead to put on a stronger front. She thought back to a childhood where her predicted outcome was 'walking out of a liquor store with her mother – a 24 pack of Bud on both of their shoulders' - as predicted by her Godmother in front of the judge. Her fate had been decided that day. A much better one than predicted since she hadn't been allowed to live with her mother after theat. She was that kid, but very few knew.

A/N: Parting note… for anyone still continuing to read this story or picking it back up thank you. The next update won't take three years. I just need to sort out where I'll be taking it. Leave a review about how much you despise me for making you wait!