A/N: HERE IT IS, GUYS. THE RATING CHANGER. THE SMUT. THE NSFW CONTENT (not that most of you are able to go to work lol. Fuck COVID-19!). Did I mention this chapter contains sexy times? YUP IT DOES. ;) Anywayyyyssss. Hope you guys enjoy it!
Happy reading!
angellwings
PS - NEW CHICAGO FIRE THIS WEEK. YAY.
CHAPTER NINETEEN: Allow Me
She chooses to parallel park his truck outside of their building — to show off — because she's right. She is better and faster at parallel parking his truck than he is.
She cuts the engine and drops his keys in his hand with a cheeky smile.
"Told ya."
Her brightness and that smile pull him toward her. Now that she's no longer driving, he's free to distract her. The keys end up dropped in the cup holder as his hands frame her face guide her grinning lips to his. He grins too before delving back in, their mouths opening, and tongues tangling. She throws her arms around his neck and pulls him as close as she can across the truck seats.
It's not close enough for his liking. He pulls away, stealing two or three short kisses as he goes, grabs the keys out of the cup holder and gestures toward the building with a nod. She takes the hint and hops out of the truck cab. When she rounds the truck he grabs her hand and pulls her into his side. He releases her hand to secure an arm around her waist. Her arm goes around his back as they walk side by side.
When they reach the door to the loft, Sylvie presses her back against it and faces him. It forces him in close proximity while he unlocks the door. Sylvie tucks her hands behind her back and settles a smug challenging look on him. It's as if she's daring him not to kiss her when she's placed herself only a few inches away from him. He dips his head toward hers as he turns the lock and ghosts a kiss over her lips — which he shouldn't have done. Now he's dangerously close to caving and letting her win this tension filled game of chicken. Surprisingly, he holds out a second longer than her. In one lunge, her arms go around his neck and pull his lips back to hers.
He laughs into the kiss. It shouldn't surprise him that she's putting the same level of enthusiasm into this as she does to everything else, but it does. In the best way.
He folds one arm around her and opens the door with the other while backing her into the apartment. He kicks the door shut behind him so he can fill his hands and arms with nothing but Sylvie as soon as possible.
It's only then that he remembers his roommate. They may not be as alone as he thinks.
He jerks back from the kiss and glances around the apartment. "Severide?" He calls into the quiet space.
"That's encouraging to hear in the middle of a make out session." Her tone is dry and her smile is teasing as she watches Matt crane his neck around the room.
Matt guffaws and shakes his head at her. "No, I didn't look for his car outside. So, before we get much further I thought we'd better—"
"Smart," Sylvie says, cutting him off. She turns her head to look toward Kelly's room and picks up where he left off. "Severide!"
They're met with stark silence and it's music to his ears.
"Good enough for me," Matt says before he dives back in for more of her. Her mouth still tastes sweet from the pancakes she'd had for breakfast. He can't get enough of it.
She giggles into his mouth as they get back to their deep searching kisses. Her arms tighten around him and he nearly groans at how perfectly she molds herself to him. Every soft curve fits his hard lines like they were somehow built to complement each other — like they're meant to find their way here. He never would have thought that when they first met, but now…
Now it just makes good goddamn sense. Of course it's Sylvie. It took them awhile to get here but somehow in the midst of his want and need the pieces snap into place. This is worth risking their friendship. Hell, this is worth risking a hell of a lot more than that. He just knows it. He doesn't know how he knows it...but he couldn't deny it if he tried.
Not that he would. He's done denying himself the things that he wants.
Is it strange that she's not nervous? Shouldn't she have the usual first time with someone new jitters? Because she doesn't. Not with Matt. Normally, there's a certain amount of self conscious anxiety involved for her, but all she currently feels is excitement. Yes, this is all a new level with Matt but she's not worried he'll make any sort of judgements. She knows him and he knows her. The safety and comfort of their friendship seeps into every part of their relationship.
Apparently that includes sex.
She gathers enough willpower to step away from his kisses and out of his arm. His brow furrows and he immediately reaches for her again. She laughs and places a hand on his chest to keep him at bay.
He looks completely put out, adding a frown to the deep furrow between his brows. Fondness stirs in Sylvie's chest. God, he's adorable.
"Trust me," she replies with a mirthful grin.
She reaches down to the bottom hem of her shirt and wastes no time pulling it over her head. She feels Casey stare at her. When she looks up to meet his gaze, his pouty expression is gone and replaced with something heated. Hungry. The shirt is tossed aside. She reaches for the fly of her jeans, but before she can pull the zipper tab down, one of Matt's hands reaches out to cover hers and stop her. She looks up in confusion, wondering why he would want her to stop, but the heat and hunger are still as powerful as ever. There's half of a wicked grin on his face as he tugs her closer, captures her lips with his, and works her fly himself.
She sucks in a sharp breath when his calloused hands skim over her waist and then slide under the waistband of her jeans. He pushes them down, past her ass, thighs, and knees. She kicks them off the rest of the way, along with her shoes. She helps Matt follow suit. Shoes, shirt, jeans. They all join hers on the floor.
They stop when they're standing across from each other in their underwear. Matt's eyes pour over her from head to toe. She takes him in as well. She's seen him in his underwear before but it's a completely different experience now. Especially given how his boxers have tented - just for her.
His hands reach for her. Their gentle touch contradicts the calluses on his skin. One hand reels her in closer while the other brushes the faded bruising on her abdomen, just over her injured side. She realizes now that, given where her injuries from the accident are located, he's never really seen them. He's heard about them. He knows they're there. But he's never seen tangible proof of them.
His lips land on hers again and, like the others, this kiss takes her breath away but for a completely different reason. It's an open earnest kiss that leaves her feeling seen and valued. She's not sure how it's possible to taste emotions in someone's kiss but she definitely tastes gratefulness and relief in his. It almost feels like a delayed reaction to the crash. His hand travels further down, stopping to reverently trace the scars left behind by the gashes on her thigh and knee. The stitches were removed nearly a week ago. She remembers telling him about it. The concern in his eyes during that conversation in his touch now. She knows it's not possible, but somehow his touch soothes her wounds - internal and external.
If anyone's hands were ever discovered to have the ability to heal, she'd place all her bets on Matt's. They're certainly doing wonders for her.
He halts their kisses and rests his forehead against hers. When their eyes connect, she's unsurprised to see worry lingering in his.
"Is your rib gonna be okay if we…"
His sentence trails off and she smiles affectionately at him. She runs a hand over his jaw as she replies.
"Don't worry about my rib, Matt. It's fine."
One brow ticks upward and his gaze turns stern. "Sylvie."
"I'm healing ahead of schedule. Remember?"
"And yet still not cleared for duty," he gently reminds her.
"I'm not waiting two weeks for this," she declares with a frustrated sigh. "Isn't it enough that I have to sit in that bullpen for three more shifts?"
Fond amusement shines in his eyes and goose bumps pebble her skin as his hand traces up her side, over her shoulders, and then upward still to cup the side of her face.
"I'm not saying we wait," he replies. "I'm just wondering if we need to make any...special accommodations."
She laughs lightly at his choice of words. "Special accomodations? Are you moonlighting at a hotel as a concierge or something?"
He chuckles and gives her a playfully irritated glance. "You are trying my patience, woman."
Her laughter carries over into her words as she gives him a serious response. "I mean, honestly, I'm not sure. It still aches sometimes if I move too fast, push myself too hard, or if there's a lot of pressure on top of it. So, maybe we just take it as slow and easy as we can?"
He nods and then drops a quick kiss to her temple. "I think we can manage that." He glances around the living room for a moment before he continues. "We should probably start with relocating to the bed. Don't you think?"
"Yes, please," she answers him eagerly.
"As you wish," he snickers before threading his fingers through hers, leading her through their scattered piles of clothes, and heading for the hallway.
Is it too early to declare herself in love because honestly he's just too fucking good. "Did you just quote the Princess Bride or are you actually Westley the Farm Boy?"
Slow and easy, he reminds himself as the bedroom door closes behind them. It's convenient because that's how he wanted their first time to be anyway. She's beautiful and affectionate and funny. Not to mention one of his very best friends on top of everything else. If they're taking this next step then he wants to savor it. Urgent and hard can be saved for some future date. Today, though, soft and gentle is just fine by him.
Sylvie takes the initiative, as she did with their clothes earlier, and reaches for her bra clasp. It's the first of their underwear to be removed and - wow - does he ever appreciate the view. Her nipples are already rosie and hard and all he wants to do is feel them and taste them. Jesus, she's gorgeous. He knew she stayed fit. He'd heard enough about her spin classes to know that for sure. But he'd never really looked into what kind of definition spin classes earn a person.
Now he knows.
Her stomach and her legs are beautifully toned with firm strong muscles. The definition creates lines and indentations that accentuate her creamy skin. She's fucking gorgeous. Every inch of her.
His eyes take in the black lace still covering another intriguing part of her. As badly as he wants her to remove it, there's something to be said for the anticipation she's building by keeping it from him. He circles around behind her and places a kiss on her bare shoulder and then the curve of her neck. His arms go around her, hugging her to him, and pressing her backside against the very firm evidence of how much he wants her.
She sighs out a soft moan at the contact. He grins against the skin of her neck as he continues to press kisses across her shoulders and throat. While she's caught up in those kisses, he shifts his hands. One hand grasps one of her breasts, cupping and palming it. While the other slips under the elastic holding up the bit of black lace between her legs.
She whimpers and instinctively reaches back to wrap her arms around his neck as his fingers swirl and stroke over the wet bundle of nerves at her center.
"Oh, god, Matt," she rasps.
He delicately pinches her nipple and continues to massage her breast. The weight of it in his hands is better than anything he could have imagined - and yes, he has imagined it quite a few times. Meanwhile, his other hand delves lower. He dips a finger into her and keeps pressure on her swollen clit with the heel of his hand.
She cries out and holds him tighter. "Take - Jesus, Casey, just take them off. Please."
The sultry way her voice rolls over his last name nearly pulls a groan out of his throat. That sounded amazing. It caused every muscle he has to twitch, and he does mean every muscle.
He smirks against the shell of her ear as he replies to her request. "Take what off? Yours or mine?"
He's not prepared for the husky way she laughs at his question. There's another twitch, everywhere.
"Both. All of it. Whatever. Just get us naked as soon as humanly possible."
How can he refuse a request like that? Answer: he can't.
In no time at all, his boxers and her soaked scrap of lace are discarded on the floor. Sylvie turns in his arms and ravages his mouth with a searing kiss. They'd agreed on slow and gentle but this kiss is neither slow nor gentle. It's rough and hurried - like someone's who's starved digging into a gourmet meal. She jumps without warning, wrapping her legs around his waist and holding onto him for dear life. Thanks to his quick reflexes, catching her isn't a problem. The position has his hardness teasing her in the exact right spot.
This time he can't hold back the groan he releases into her mouth. It's all too goddamn perfect. She's too perfect. Bed. He needs the bed right now, and a condom. They're going to have to bring all of this down a notch. He's not going to risk making her injury worse. But he can't see himself holding back from her for much longer, either.
This first time is going to be a little faster than he intended, but he decides that's okay. They haven't even managed to have lunch yet. The day's still early. He has all day to do this again and again. He promises himself that one of those times will be so slow that she might end up considering it torture.
But this time, this time he'll have to prioritize gentle over slow.
He sets her down on the bed and releases her just long enough to reach into the drawer in his bedside table.
"Thank god," Sylvie exclaims with obvious relief. "I totally forgot to ask before we got this far."
He grins and then joins her on the bed, pressing his grin to her lips before he speaks. "You never have to wonder whether I've got something. I mean, you know me, right? Reliable, trustworthy-"
She nods and cuts him off with a chaste kiss. Her grin is practically radioactive while she speaks. "Mhm, and very good with your hands. And I'm not referring to your construction gig. Just so we're clear."
He laughs and lays down next to her. "Copy."
He pulls her into his arms and maneuvers her on top of him while their mouths and tongues explore each other. She mentioned not putting too much pressure on her side so he assumes it'll be better to not have her underneath him. While he's rolling them over, she frees the condom package from his grip.
"Allow me," she practically purrs as she lowers her lips to his jaw.
His head falls back into the pillows with a low curse as she kisses a searing trail from his jaw to his chest. Holy hell, she is good at this. Her mouth is dangerous. He has a brief thought of other things she might do with that mouth in the future. That thought causes a moan to rumble up the back of his throat. Yeah, slow is definitely not in the cards this time. He was naive to think it would be.
He hears the rip of the condom wrapper a second before her hands are on him. She licks and nibbles at his chest as she rolls the condom on. The touching is torture enough but it's made ten times worse by the feeling of her wicked grin against his skin. She knows exactly how much power she holds and it's sexy as fuck.
She pulls her head up from his chest to look him in the eyes as they line themselves up, and suddenly the world around them goes completely still. This moment feels monumental even though neither of them really understand why. There's tears in her eyes and a serene smile on her face as she sinks down on top of him. Their mutual sounds of both surprise and relief fill the room.
There's a pleasurable jolt ricocheting through his body. The jolt subsides but the pleasure remains. And there's something else unfurling between them now too. Something new to him. Something he doesn't recall ever feeling before.
Sylvie feels it too if the way she's gone still above him is any indication. Neither of them move. It's as if they both want a name for the charge in the air before they're overtaken by sensation again.
It isn't until Sylvie lowers her lips to his, with her golden hair falling around them like a curtain, that he realizes what it is.
It's completion. Absolution.
The feeling of being made whole.
It sounds nuts and he doesn't dare say it outloud, but that is exactly what they're feeling. God, how does he keep this forever? How does he avoid screwing this up the way he inevitably always does?
Sylvie's lips brush his cheek which draws his eyes to hers.
"I can hear you thinking," she tells him with an affectionate smile. "Stop. Just be here."
He nods and grins before pulling her in for a soul bearing kiss. All these years, he somehow missed what was right under his nose. He had to lose everything he believed mattered in order to find her. And still, he had no idea she worked her way so far under his skin until it was much too late. She snuck in and blew his whole world apart while he wasn't looking. And that was before he knew what being with her truly felt like.
Now that he knows? Well, damn, it's all over. He's absolutely ruined for anyone else ever again.
She moves above him and any hope for logical thinking is lost to the feeling of her surrounding him. All his senses are working overtime because of her, and he hopes they never stop.
He has one last realization before he loses himself in her completely. A simple realization involving three little words. He locks away those words in a vault in the furthest corner of his mind for now. The timing isn't right. Not yet.
But the minute it is, he'll be ready.
