Chapter 49

Matt pressed the first floor button of the elevator with the doors closing after him. Shutting his eyes to the sound of the elevator making a ding, he leaned back against the metal wall. His heart was starting to race with the possible outcomes of things that could happen, invading his already troubled mind. Most of them were impossible, though some held weight in probability. Was he stupid for going alone to look for Gavin? Most likely, he told himself, but he'd rather get himself killed instead of any of his friends. It was a risk that he felt was worth taking, even if it did put his life in danger.

Descending to the first floor, he was experiencing a twisting feeling in his gut. He felt watched as if Gavin knew where he currently was, and where he would be. It was a ridiculous feeling created by paranoia and Matt knew it. Chances were he wouldn't be able to even come close to finding him. He'd most likely have vanished by then, merely wanting to shake Matt up a bit. It certainly had worked to say the least.

The doors opened on Matt with the first thing he saw being a man leaned up against the wall outside the near the elevator. He was wearing a black hoodie, cargo pants, and black and white sneakers. His hair was red and spiked with his dark eyes almost looking happy to see him. Gavin's arms were leisurely crossed with a single foot planted behind him against the wall. He stared back at Matt, who's blood instantly ran cold. It was as if he were expecting him.

"I thought you'd show up." Gavin told him with a smile. He pushed himself off the wall lazily as Matt boldly took a few steps forward, exiting the elevator with it closing behind him. The option of running back inside the elevator, though he'd never take it, was now gone. Even so, having options never hurt. Especially when your life was is potentially on the line.

"It's been a while." Matt told him bravely, not showing the fear in his heart. Gavin cheerfully smiled back at him, as if they were old friends reuniting. He took a step to his right, making his way towards the lobby of the Pokemon center. He stopped when he saw Matt only staring at him.

"Let's walk, shall we?" Gavin said surprisingly calm considering their previous standings between each other. For someone Matt had stabbed in the shoulder and practically fought to the death with he sure seemed mellow about meeting again. Forcing himself to go with the flow, Matt followed Gavin, soon walking side by side with him. To play if safe, he walked on his left side, being away from Widow Maker on Gavin's right hand side.

The two of them made it into the Pokemon center lobby with Gavin and Matt making their way past the front desk. The lady working there was someone Matt hadn't met before, and frankly, could care less about what she even looked like. He was more focused on Gavin's movements, readying himself for a fight at any given time. To his surprise, Gavin's guard was completely down. He had his hands in his pockets, acting like the the two of them were on a friendly walk.

"I saw you on the news today." Gavin told him. "By now you're probably popular. First you took out my gang, now you and your friends dealt with a stardust crisis. Talk about heroic."

The two of them headed for the front doors, with Matt seeing through the glass that it was still heavily raining. Gavin slowly reached up for his hood, putting it over him as they exited the building. Matt moved his hat around with the bill of it facing forward to block the rain from hitting his face, zipping his crimson jacket up all the way.

"What is it that you want?" Matt asked him, feeling a little stupid for asking such a question. Gavin simply kept smiling as the two of them headed down a muddy street of Pewter city.

"Naturally I want to challenge you," Gavin responded. "but not because I want revenge or anything like that."

Matt thought about what he had just said with both of them walking side by side still. The rain was heard hitting his hat, making a strange "thap" sound with each droplet hitting against it. It was dark out with only a few lanterns on the sides of the streets that were hung on the buildings illuminating the darkness surrounding them.

"Then why bother challenging me if you don't want revenge?" Matt asked, trying to hide how confused he was by this concept. Gavin let out a single laugh, being both a somewhat modest one yet at the same time a little cocky.

"I sorta feel like our fight never really ended, you know?" Gavin said to him as they kept walking. "It was only delayed. Sure, I'll admit you really handed me my ass the first time, but that was only round one. I want to prove I'm better than you. Plain and simple."

"So killing me will prove you're better than I am?" Matt inquired. Gavin thought about it for a moment, then nodded, still with his hands in his pockets as they strolled causally down the street.

"Yeah," Gavin said honestly, "that pretty much sums it up, I guess."

"Would you be happy if I told you that you were better and end it there?" Matt asked him. Gavin turned his head towards Matt, who in return kept his focus on the street ahead of them.

"Where's the fun in that?" Gavin asked him completely sounding serious. "Besides, I want to know for a fact that I'm better than you are. Don't get me wrong, I hold you in the highest respects for kicking my ass back in Viridian, but I'm afraid I'm just going to have to kill you one on one."

Matt felt a tingle go up his spine.

"What if I say no?" Matt asked, still not looking at Gavin.

"You seem really fond of the Growlithe of yours." Gavin told him. "You came for her in Viridian and you were there for her today in Pewter. Please don't make me have to kill her to upset you enough so you'll fight back."

Matt stopped in his tracks, tensing up as Gavin stopped with him.

"So there's no avoiding this?" Matt asked him. "There's no other way we can settle this?"

Gavin shrugged, acting as if he felt sympathetic for Matt.

"I'm afraid not, buddy." he admitted.

The two of them just stood there in the rain, watching as a random person walked past them in a hurry, covering there head from the rain as they rushed by. Matt glanced around, seeing a small handful of people outside of their homes, sitting under their awnings. Matt spotted a little boy playing with what must have been his brother, play fighting each other with wooden sticks as if they were warriors locked in battle.

"We can't finish this here." Matt told him. "There's too many people."

Gavin grinned, as if having a solution for the problem already.

"Follow me." he told him. Gavin led the way, making a turn down another street as Matt took one last look at the kids play fighting with one another. Never in his life he had wished so much to be a kid again with all of the simplicity such entitlement had attached with it.

With the rain still coming down as hard as it could, Gavin and Matt had made there way through the city, finally making it to what appeared to be an abandoned building. Being different than the others with a flat roof instead of a pointed and slanted one, they one by one climbed up onto it by using a later that had been left out, presumably by Gavin. Had he planned this out already?

Matt made it up to the roof after him, seeing Gavin on the other side with his back turned to him. He was staring out at the other rooftops, seeing small glimpses of the people that resided in the homes, sitting outside with crossed legs under their awnings, whether it be to socialize or to simply listen to the rain in the late hour of the night. Now with his feet stepping off the latter and onto the roof, he heard Gavin let out a sad sigh.

"You and I are different from everyone else." Gavin told him out of the blue, sounding suddenly deep and sincere. "We're both men of action; we're driven to achieve what we want. No matter what."

Matt stood there in the rain as Gavin continued to stand with his back facing him.

"The only thing that's different is what motivates us." Gavin added. "I guess I'm motivated by wanting to prove I'm the strongest there is. I know that might sound a little cliché, but at least I'm honest about it."

He suddenly turned around, looking Matt in the eye. They looked so hollow.

"Can I ask what motivates you?" Gavin asked him. Matt stood there with a straight face.

The image of Sissy was the first thing to come to his mind, holding onto her as she was dying earlier that day.

"I guess to protect those I love." Matt told him honestly. He looked down at the empty rooftop, suddenly with his image turning sour, wondering what it would have been like if she had died. "My entire life I've managed to fuck things up. I've made some shitty choices and been handed the shortest stick more than once. I guess I just want to make sure nothing bad ever happens to the people I love, because I know how cruel and unforgiving life can be."

Gavin smiled at Matt, grabbing the bottom of his hoodie. He pulled it off, tossing it to the roof flooring. He had was shirtless underneath, showing his abdominal muscles. They looked slightly buffer than Matt's. He grabbed his knife from his side, tossing it down with his hoodie as if to show he had no intention on using it.

"That's very noble." Gavin told him. "I feel guilty that I have to kill you."

Matt reached up for his hat, taking it off and tossing it onto the roof that was already wet with the rain. Unzipping his jacket, he tossed it next to his hat, now with only his white shirt on his chest. Both him and Gavin raised their fists, standing their ground with one another. It didn't take long for Matt's shirt to get soaked, with his skin showing through as it stuck to his body.

"I really don't want to fight you." Matt told him. "but I know I have to..."

Gavin's lost look in his eye returned, as if hearing his own thoughts being projected through Matt. He tensed up, suddenly charging at him with Matt doing the same.

Gavin threw a punch with Matt blocking it, putting his arms up to defend himself. Another blow was thrown, missing Matt as he pivoted his stance to the left. In mid foot movement, Matt took a jab at Gavin, getting him square in the jaw. The hit wasn't strong enough to knock him back, but left a mark on his face as the rain kept coming down on both of them.

Matt jumped backwards as Gavin attempted to do a low kick, watching as Matt hopped up and down with his feet adjusting marginally with every small hop he made. His fists were raised, having the eye of the tiger as Gavin lunged a right punch towards him. Gavin's hit was pushed out of the way in mid action with Matt's left hand, followed by an upper cut to Gavin's gut with his right. Gavin let out a grunt of pain, but was still completely balanced on his two feet.

A suddenly leap was made by Gavin, kneeing Matt in the throat after quickly grabbing him by the wrists and pulling him into the hit. Matt stumbled to his side with Gavin letting go with Matt gripping his throat with one hand, unable to breath momentarily. Gavin had no intention on cutting him a break, preforming a backwards roundhouse kick, getting Matt in the left side. Matt bared his teeth, showing just how painful the kick had been. With his guard still down, Matt was punched square in the face, falling backwards and landing flat on his spine with whatever remaining air left in his lungs escaping.

The rain hitting his face felt ice cold as he sharply inhaled after a moment of painfully lying on his back. Gavin stood his ground, watching Matt roll over backwards onto his feet. He stood up with blood from his nose running down his face. With the back of his hand, he wiped it away, quickly getting back into a fighting stance.

Gavin threw a quick jab at Matt, who blocked it with an open hand. In retaliation, he lobbed one of his own, getting Gavin in the upper torso. It didn't appear to hurt him very much considering Gavin took another swing at Matt right after his punch. Matt ducked as Gavin's fist flew overhead. Matt did a low kick while crouched, watching Gavin jumped backwards away from it.

Matt jumped back up to a normal stance, holding both fists close to him. Gavin motioned his hand as if to taunt him, making Matt narrow his eyes. Jolting forward, Matt punched Gavin as hard as he could with his left fist, getting him in the right shoulder, followed by a second punch with his right hand directed toward Gavin's stomach, hitting his mark without Gavin able to defend himself in time.

Gavin hunched over slightly from Matt's stomach punch with his head lowered. He raised his head up, only to have Matt's knuckles cracking into the side of his face. Blood flung from Gavin's mouth, flying through the air and intermixing with the heavy rain. As Gavin's head thrashed to the side, Matt did an uppercut with his other fist, being his left, redirecting Gavin's head to fling backwards now. Another punch was made by Matt, having it literally grabbed by Gavin, glaring at Matt with rage in his eyes.

With his hand still gripped around Matt's fist, Gavin began to relentlessly pound the side of his face as Matt helplessly took the blows, unable to stop them. Punch after punch, hit after hit, Matt's vision started to blur the more Gavin bashed his fist into him. The rain hitting his skin was starting to loose it's feeling.

In an act of desperation, Matt forced himself onto Gavin, shoving him down on the roof. Freeing his hand finally, Matt started whaling on Gavin as he sat on top of him. He struck Gavin in the face multiple time, every now and them getting him in the chest with Gavin letting out a grunt of pain after each contact against his bare chest. Matt's punches were starting to actually break skin, making Gavin's body start to bleed in certain places.

Gavin finally threw Matt off of him, doing a roll to the side and getting on his feet again with his hands planted firmly on the roof for stability. Trying to do the same thing Matt had done to him, he jumped towards Matt who now lay on his back again from being thrown off. Matt's foot darted upwards, kicking Gavin back. Hard. So hard in fact he left a bruise where his shoe had hit him.

Matt got back up on his feet as both of them were panting with their fists raised. He spit blood out of his mouth, watching as Gavin did the same, holding their ground while at the same time momentarily resting from their brutal fight against each other. It wouldn't last long.

Their fight raged on with Gavin jumping up and kicking towards Matt. He missed with Matt taking the opportunity to slip through his guard, hitting him in the chest even more with a fury of blows. One after another, Matt smashed against Gavin's chest, bleeding even more now with the fear of Sissy dying fueling Matt's fight. Gavin stopped him after the fourth blow by open hand slapping him across the face, so hard in fact it made Matt trip backwards.

Gavin began to return the favor as Matt was stunned, unleashing hell on him with an ungodly amount of force being put into one punch. With the muscles in his arms flexing, his fist plowed into the center of his body, barely bellow the rip cage. Matt's mouth opened to yell in pain, yet nothing came out as he was lifted a few good off the the ground from the impact. He was completely numb to the ice cold rain now that had drenched his hair and shirt, receiving another punch to the face from Gavin.

He forced himself to stay on his feet, though his balance felt off. Matt's brain was rattled from all the hits he had taken. Not sure how it had suddenly happened, he found himself on his back again with Gavin on top of him, punching his body unforgivably. There was a burning feeling in Matt's chest with his arms starting to go numb.

Matt's knuckles were met with Gavin's face again, punching him off of him. They two of them scurried to their feet, taking punches from each other as their fight continued. Matt was starting to loose focus of what was happening. One second he'd be getting hit by Gavin then the next he'd be hitting Gavin right back. This cycle of things continued, finally with Gavin being the one who's knees started wobbling.

Gavin couldn't keep his eyes open, though managed to stay on his feet. With all the strength Matt had left in his body, he pulled his left fist downward, tensing it up so hard it shook. He shot it upwards, with a popping noise coming from Gavin's neck. Matt watched as Gavin hit the rooftop, landing painfully on his side.

He didn't move for a while.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, painfully getting up from the wet rooftop. He and Matt stared at each other as they were both bloodied and covered in marks, soon with him showing a painful smile. There was blood in his teeth. Gavin painfully turned, limping over to his hoodie, grabbing his knife that rested on top of it. He turned his head towards Matt with his back still facing him.

"Consider this another delay." Gavin told him. Taking Matt by surprise, he slid the knife in his pocket, quickly hobbling over to the edge of the building. Getting one last look at him before he walked off the edge, Gavin smiled. "I'll see you around, Matt."

Gavin fell off the roof with Matt's eyes widening. He painfully walked over to the edge, walking past Gavin's hoodie that he left behind. Looking over the ledge of the roof, he saw nothing but the street below.

He was gone.

Making his was back to the suite was a bit of a blur do focusing mostly on the pain he was experiencing. It was nearing one in the morning when he drug his feet into the Pokemon center. His hat and jacket were put back on, completely soaked in rain water. Nobody was in the lobby of the Pokemon center in exception for the nurse at the desk, being yet again being the same person Matt didn't know. She was working at the computer, glancing up to see Matt's beaten up state, freezing in shock as he limped his way towards the direction of the hall where the elevator was. The entire time he drug his feet towards the elevator, he thought about the image of Sissy that had come to mind when fighting with Gavin.

The past few days she'd been so miserable because of him, even though he was ironically trying to make her feel better by not choosing either Emie or her to be fair to both of them. She'd avoided him and sulked, even more so when he was around her. Even if they were on an understanding of being open with each other, how long would it last before she grew miserable again? How long would it really be until she couldn't control how she felt, reverting back to her old self?

Matt made his way upstairs, making his way through the upper floor towards the suite. He slid his key through the door, entering inside to find the TV still on. Matt was in such a condition that he was unphased by seeing porn of a male Raticate in it's anthropomorphic form with a human woman, both getting it on with each other shamelessly. In addition to the porn on screen, both Emie and Shade were cuddle up next to each other on the couch, covered by a large blanket that they shared, soundlessly asleep with smiles on their faces.

Total contentment was all over Emie's face. She was happy, yet was in the same situation Sissy was in. Matt glanced over at Shade as they were in their sex induced slumber. At least Emie had someone, even if it wasn't necessarily the most romantic of situations. Sissy on the other hand was going to continue to be miserable.

Matt just stood there, thinking about it all. Maybe it was from how hard Gavin had beaten him around that made him think about the ridiculous love triangle that he himself had created due to pure stupidity and selfishness. A wave of guilt overcame him. At least Emie was able to cope.

He entered his suite room, with the first thing he noticed was Sissy laying on his bed in her anthropomorphic form, still dressed in her yukata. It looked like she had accidentally fell asleep without meaning to, waiting for him to get back from wherever it was he had to go so suddenly. Bomber's Pokeball was in the corner of the room, presumably with him in it. Matt was glad everyone was asleep. That way they wouldn't have to know what happened.

Quietly making his way to the bathroom, Matt flicked on the light switch with the door cracked open. He stared at the wide mirror on the wall, seeing just how bloody his face really was. Countless ideas ran through his head after turning on the water in the sink. Maybe he could tell people he tripped and fell face first. Multiple times. Hard. Very hard.

The thought of what Gavin had said was now burned in his mind. Every time he'd image Sissy hurt or even dead, he'd force himself to stop thinking about it. It was the scariest thing he could think out. Realization stuck him, repeating what he had just thought. Losing Sissy was the scariest thing to him, yet he was now just starting to notice this? Matt began to recall ever time Sissy was in danger.

There was the time with his Raticate when it was still wild, nearly killing her and would have if Matt didn't risk his life to save her, carrying Sissy all the way to the Pokemon center afterward. Then there was the time when Gavin had kidnapped her, making him go all out, refusing to stop fighting until she was safe. He'd even torn himself off a chair he was nailed into, not just for his friends, but in fear of her safety as well. Today even, he willing forfeit the match him and Jimmy had held, not wanting to see her suffer any longer. Even when she was stuck down after the Nidoran, when it was still a Nidoking, went on it's rampage, he panicked as he held her. The entire time he was more worried about her life than his own, risking it once again to heal her.

Perhaps it was the beating that made him start to notice all of this. He had never really taken the time to realize just how much Sissy meant to him, which made him feel like an idiot. She was the main reason he wasn't going back home, keeping the promise he made to her about never abandoning her. Matt turned on the sink, started washing the blood of his face as well as letting out a sigh.

"Matt?" he heard Sissy's softly voice call to him. He suddenly froze while still hunched over the sink. Sissy pushed the bathroom door open all the way, seeing Matt standing there. He wore wet clothes and appeared to have been beaten senselessly. Sissy stared at him, seeing Matt look over to her with some of the blood now washed off of him. He frowned with her looking at him horrified. "What happened?..." she asked sounding petrified.

"I got into a fight..." Matt told her, coming clean. As painful as it was to do, he began to explain to her that her former captor was waiting for him downstairs. Even though he didn't want to fight, Matt explained to Sissy that he had no other choice. Not withholding any information, he told her everything that was said and done, starting to regret it the longer she remained in silence.

"I'm sorry," he told, worried she was going to be upset. "I know I should have gotten help or at least told you what was going on, but I didn't want to risk having any of you get involved in it. Especially you."

Silence.

"I'll understand if you're mad at me." Matt told her, lowering his head in the direction of the mirror. The feeling of arms wrapping around him made his heart jump, fearing the worst. He turned to look, seeing Sissy hugging onto him. She was holding back from getting emotional, though refused to let go of him. Even the thought of him dying was too much to handle.

"Please don't ever do something stupid like that again..." she told him with a trembling in her voice. Matt said nothing, only watching her as she held onto him. Sissy finally looked up at him, seeing a hurt look in her eye.

"And don't act like you didn't see Emie and Shade out there." she told him suddenly. "I could hear everything that was going on."

Matt looked at her ears. With her adept hearing, he didn't doubt it.

"You can't expect me to just accept that she can do whatever the hell she wants with whoever the hell she wants for things to be still 'fair', do you?"

Matt didn't say anything, just looking back at her with sad eyes. Sissy drew closer to him, moving her face inch by inch towards his. She stopped with her small muzzle near his face, glancing shyly to the mirror.

"I know you were serious about what you said today about just being friends for now." Sissy told him She suddenly made eye contact once again, kissing him on the lips, but only for a second. Matt didn't know how to react, getting wide eyed with Sissy growing even shyer. "But I love you and I refuse to not be with you. I don't care what you told me before, you're mine..."

Matt blinked, seeing that Sissy was too shy to even make eye contact with him.

"And don't you dare say it's not fair to Emie." She told him sounding hurt, still not looking at him. "Her and Shade seem to be getting along just fine. Besides, I met you first."

Matt smirked at her, soon starting to chuckle.

"If you recall," he reminded her, "you wanted nothing to do with me when we first met."

She finally turned to face and scowl at him as he smiled back at her. Strangely, she looked like she was getting shy once more.

"That's not true..." she told him with her voice getting quieter and her ears slightly folding back. "I've always found you...attractive..."

Matt thought he had misheard her.

"Really?..." he said taken for a loop. "I thought you hated everything about me when we first met."

Sissy shyly furrowed her brow, getting a few hues redder behind her dark orange fur.

"That doesn't mean you still weren't attractive..." she admitted. Sissy forced herself to look at him dead in the eye, still with her arms wrapped around him.

"I done playing these stupid love games!" she told him, forcing herself to be mad even though she feared Matt's reaction. "You and I are dating from now on, dammit! I don't care what you say, I-"

"Okay." Matt said, making Sissy stop dead in her tracks. She just stared at him, not expecting him to actually give her a straight forward answer. Quite literally, she expected him to avoid choosing between her and Emie like he always had done in the past.

"W-what?..."

"I said okay." Matt repeated seriously. "You're right. You did technically meet me first and Emie seems to be content with Shade. Although I can't expect her to take this news well, she'll just have to accept it. I've already put you through enough as it is and frankly I don't really deserve you. If you're still willing to be with me after the crap I've put you though, then-"

Matt stopped talking, seeing that Sissy was starting to cry with a stunned look on her face. With tears in her eyes, she kissed Matt again. She pulled back with the biggest smile he'd ever seen before.

"You're not joking or teasing, are you?" Sissy asked, as if this were too good to be true. Matt shook his head.

"I wouldn't joke about that." he told her. Matt started thinking about something. "I guess this means I'm gonna have to cancel that date with Amber tomorrow. Considering I have a girlfriend now."

He winked at her, with the word 'girlfriend' making Sissy start to tear up even more. She actually started to laugh, a little hysterical from all of this happening so suddenly.

"I can't believe you said okay..." Sissy said in disbelief. Matt smiled at her, putting his hand on the side of her face.

"You know," he told her, "you're much more beautiful when you're not angry."

That made her laugh even more with another tear of joy running down her face.

"I'll keep that in mind...boyfriend..."

The word sounded so foreign to her. She looked at his wet clothes, with her smile slowly fading. "As your...girlfriend... I need you to get out of your clothes."

Matt raised his eyebrow at her with a smug smile.

"And I thought I was too fast about things." he joked. She playfully glared at him.

"That's not what I meant, stupid." she told him sounding genuinely happy regardless. "You're soaking wet. Come on, off with your clothes. I don't want you getting sick after getting the crap beat out of you."

Matt shrugged, starting to take off his jacket, followed by his hat, then his shirt, and so on. After stripping down to his blue boxers with his clothes in a pile on the floor, he patted the side of his underwear, feeling that they were just as wet as the rest of his clothes somehow. He glanced up at Sissy, seeing her flush slightly red when he dropped his boxers to the floor. The moment they did she quickly turned her head blushing immensely. Matt laughed at her, grabbing her arm and moving it towards him. She was speechless when he moved her hands towards his privates.

"It's not like you've never seen me naked before." he joked. She awkwardly had her hands still near his crotch, not sure if she should keep it there or quickly move it away. Matt did it for her, seeing that she was still her awkward self when it came to anything sexual between them. He gave her a hug with her shyly looking at him. She could feel his groin close to her hip. He kissed her once again lovingly.

"Lets go to bed, alright?" he told her. "It's been a long day for both of us."

She nodded, with her tail starting to wag happily.

The two of them exited the bathroom, making their way to the bed. Matt got under the covers with Sissy about to do the same, still fully clothed. He stared at her, soon with Sissy stopping when she noticed the bewildered look on her face.

"You're not sleeping in that, are you?" he asked. She looked at him shyly again.

"Well... this is the only thing I have on, remember?"

Matt looked at her with a flattered filling.

"Aww..." he said slightly teasing her. "you're still shy to be naked around me, aren't you?"

Sissy looked to the side of the room, not saying anything. Matt turned over to look away from her.

"I won't look," he told her, "I promise."

Sissy wasn't sure if this were another joke or not, but started undoing her sash anyway. With her sash off, she got out of her yukata and got under the covers with him. Matt turned over, seeing her awkwardly lying next to him in the bed. She sorta seemed uncomfortable. Matt frowned, feeling a little guilty for joking about her discomfort about him.

"We don't have to sleep in the same bed, you know..." he told her. "You could have the bed while I sleep somewhere else. I'd sleep on the floor if I have to."

There were a multiple options she could have picked from. She could have slept somewhere else or let Matt do so. She could have also just changed into her beast form to make things slightly less awkward. However, she didn't want to. Not really. This was what she really wanted.

"It's okay." she told him still sounding shy. Matt smiled at her, seeing her smile back. He suddenly moved his upper body towards her. Knowing Matt, he was going to either grab her breasts her hips. Fear started overcoming her, worried that she was going to look like an idiot with the two of them now about to have sex. That was a given.

She was taken by surprised when he put his hand on the side of her face, giving her another tender, loving kiss. He didn't shove his tongue in her mouth, nor had her ever used tongue with her in the first place in fear he'd make her uncomfortable. Matt moved his head back from her, actually looking a little emotional.

"I've been a complete dick." he told her with a sigh. "I've yelled at you, made you cry, and I took things way to fast with you in the past. I promise you I'm not going to let that happen again and I don't want you worrying about me cheating on you. I'd never do that do someone I care about."

That was not what Sissy had expected.

She looked at Matt with a astonished expression, seeing him lay back down on his back, giving her plenty of room to make sure she didn't feel awkward about sleeping in the same bed with him. After the events since they had met, it would be understandable to doubt what he said.

But she didn't.

In her heart, she new he was telling the truth.

Matt suddenly felt Sissy snuggle up next to him. He opened his eyes, seeing her up against his body. This in itself was a large leap of faith. Almost every part of her could be felt against his skin. It was practically an invitation for him to do whatever he wanted. A smile suddenly overcame Matt's face.

"You feel really warm..." he told her sounding sleepy.

Once again, not what she was expecting to hear.

Before she knew it, Matt had fallen asleep from physical exhaustion as she cuddled up next to him. She couldn't help but to give him one last kiss on the cheek, laying her head next to his, soon drifting off to sleep herself.