PIC 8
During the next week 'they', he and Sylvie, establish a tormenting yet sweet rhythm. He hates the 48 hours that they are separated because of their opposing shifts at 24 and 51, but during the 24 hours they get together they fall into habit of secluding themselves in their own private bubble of bliss. Last night and early this morning it was in Severide's loft, or more specifically Matt's bedroom. It was a first having her in his space. They had decided to keep their relationship mostly to themselves, Sev obviously knew something was happening but others, they would wait until she returned to 51. Being at the loft this rotation had worked out as Sev and Kidd had been out for the day. Kelly assisting Kidd in drill prep for her Officer's exam, and then hanging out until she closed up at Molly's in the evening.
Fortified in his bedroom, it wasn't all sex nevertheless there was definitely a pleasurable amount. There was also a lot of talking, cuddling, napping and snacking. Along with a few ridiculous games of 'Heads Up" and what Sylvie called "Blind Pictionary". The latter had been newly introduced to Matt, consisting of allowing Sylvie to draw objects with her fingertips across his bare back for him to attempt visualize and guess the item she was trying to depict. It was fun and a sinful torture to have her constant touch on his skin. The game had been abandoned a few times when he could no longer endure the contact without being able to reciprocate.
It was now very early morning, before the start of Sylvie's shift at house 24. Matt just exited his en-suite bathroom, still fully naked, having just cleaned up from their most recent "morning activities". He moved to the dresser to grab fresh boxers, when he hears a very audible humm of appreciation from his rear. He turns with a smirk formulating on his lips. Sylvie lays in HIS bed sprawled on her side, chest gloriously bare to him, sheets barley covering her hips and her head propped in her hand. Despite those "most recent activities" there is that intense and sparkling hunger in her eyes yet again, as she obviously surveys his body.
"My eyes are up here…" he jokes circling his face with his pointer finger.
The woman is insatiable he thinks, yet he gets it, in fact, he feels he is becoming so wildly addicted to her, to the point he is convinced he might actually go insane.
When she licks her lips with obvious and deliberate desire, he finds himself groaning loudly, dropping the boxers that were in his hand to the carpet and launching himself towards the bed. Her soft body is under him again as he kisses her with a reflected hunger from her stare. They only break the onslaught of melding mouths momentarily for needed air.
At that point Sylvie asks, "Can I make a request?" her eyes are doe like while she begins gnawing at her lip.
"You can literally ask and receive anything at this point Ms. Brett", he hears himself say in a teasing tone.
Sylvie continues to stare, then shyly covers her face with her hands, shaking her head with… embarrassment?
"Hey, Sylvie" Matt gently tugged at her hands until their blue eye again collided, "you know you can ask me for anything right?"
"Can I spank you?" she squeaks out. She hides again behind her hands but peaks out a him between her fingers with a nervous smile.
Matt can feel his eyes have formed saucers likely the size of a full moon and his mouth is gapping like the jaws of a crocodile. He gulps in air into his now very very dry mouth. He works to confirm that he heard correctly, "You… you want to spank me?" his voice is completely raw the headiness of her request.
"Well… I just kind of wanted to try it" she said with bashfulness in her voice. "Not with a whip or belt, or anything crazy like that, just a good and solid slap with my hand".
"Have you uhm, done this with…. with previous partners" he asks, his brain somehow working his mouth despite feeling like a deep and delicious fog has rolled in.
"No, no, no" she shakes her head with a deliberateness.
"So why…" Matt trails off, now intrigue seeping into the conversation.
She nibbles again at her bottom lip, "It just… Matt Casey you have a glorious ass, and sometimes, especially when you are teasing me, I just want to give it a good swat."
Being an ass man himself and very very partial to her ass, he definitely has had a similar thoughts or perhaps fantasies. But is still a wonderous awe that his sweet girlfriend is requesting to paddle his hide. And,it's fricken HOT! He lets yet another groan erupt from deep in his abdomen. Laying his forehead to hers, to mutter "woman, you may kill me with requests like those."
"Is that a yes?" Sylvie asks like a child pleading for candy. 'Freaking – eh', how is he ever going to refuse this woman anything ever again.
"Hell, yes…" drops from his lips.
No sooner has he said the words that a loud 'smack' hits the room, the sound of her strong hand swiftly connecting with his ass, alongside a quick sting to his bare cheek. It is followed immediately by Sylvie's warm palm easing slow circles into the same location. His head having snapped up at the contact now puts a short distance between them, looking down her smile is completely triumphant. She clearly enjoyed the experience, as did he.
"Fuck Sylvie!" he mutters before slashing his mouth to hers with another flare of heat and passion. His 40 year old bod, already to his astonishment rising to the occasion. Just one of the many powers this woman has over him, body, mind and heart.
Just as he is certain they are headed for another round, they are interrupted by an aggressive knock on his bedroom door, "Brett" Severides voice booms into the room.
Matt freezes, Sylvie's eyes widen with surprise. She mouths "he knows I'm here?"
As if Kelly actually heard her unspoken question he responds, "I know you are in there little sister, if you can untangle yourself from my roommate I'll give you a ride to 24. I've started the coffee."
Sylvie rolls her eyes adorably, then surprises Matt by lifting her head slightly to yell over his shoulder, "Cream no sugar, oh brother of mine."
They heard Sev laugh loudly, "Leaving in 25 minutes" he shouts back then they hear foot-steps moving down the hall.
"I'll be ready in 20!" she holders back like it was a challenge she has willing accepted.
Matt stares for a moment in reverence and joy at the woman, then before his brain catches up with the feelings he hears himself says "God I love you!" with a smile and a smirk.
The momentarily stunted look on Sylvie's face has realizing his verbal omission and an immediate worry overtakes him it was too soon. They have only been together officially a few weeks, yet he knows in his bones it has been the truth much much longer than that. He had always loved her, even when he didn't know what he wanted, even before he knew it was her. They were like the words to a chapter of his life he didn't know but was certain they existed. And finally, when he finally found it was her, began reading at the words spoke directly to his heart and soul.
Grasping that he says it again, this time in earnest and all his entire heart, "I love you Sylvie Brett, I don't expect you to say it back, it might be too early for you consider the same but I am saying it because I want you to know. I am definitively and overpoweringly in love with you."
Her smile is so bright and shinning he can barely continue to gaze upon it because it actually burns, yet he won't turn away. Then her mouth forms the most perfect words believes he will ever hear in his lifetime, "I love you too Matt Casey".
He kissed her again. This time it was the best one, the all-consuming one, mimics reciprocated spoken words of love. It seems to last so long that time becomes unconnected, so deep he forgets whose air he was breathing, so intense that his heart is filled only of her. For he is certain he could no longer consider it his own. He was simply hers now, and god willing forever.
When the kiss finally concluded, their foreheads remained seared together. She whispered it again, "I love you" and he squeezed his eyes shut like he was trying to trap the words internally. They sounded just as blissfully perfect the second time.
The next whispered sentence was however slightly disappointing, "I need to get ready for work, Kelly is waiting on me".
"Okay" he whispers back wishing she didn't have to leave. Not now. He wants to keep her here, show and speak to her all the ways he loves her.
But instead he moves off her, rising from the bed he pulls her with him to her feet. His voice returning to a normal tone, "Go shower beautiful, Ill fix your coffee and handle the first round of interrogation from my annoying roommate."
"My hero" she coos, as she moves from him and sashays to his en-suite to get ready for work.
XXX
After dressing quickly in jeans and an old t-shirt, Matt makes his way to the kitchen. Sev is leaning against the kitchen island mouth to a steaming cup of brew.
"Kidd around?" Matt asks tentatively, not wanting to be ambushed by both individuals without mental preparation.
"Lucky for you she is still sleeping, closed out a Molly's last night. But she was the one that pointed out Brett's vehicle still parked out front when she got home."
Matt nods with understanding, he will have to face her later. He moves to grab a travel mug for Sylvie's coffee.
Sev asks without hesitation, "So just so I am clear, we are now past the point of make-believe right?"
"Right" Matt affirms with a goofy grin spreading across his face. It feels good, being able to say it aloud, especially to his best friend.
Going one step further he admits to his friend, "I love her, and by some wonder she feels the same" his words sound like a dishing school boy but he can't give a rip, his happiness is literally oozing from his pores.
He is surprised for the second time that morning when Kelly strides across the room and bear hugs him with his own boyish laugh.
"So glad for you man," He says still embracing him tightly, "You both deserve each other, you are going to be great."
The hug last for a little while longer than typical, they finally shift away from each other at hearing, "I knew you two were not just cigar chats and hardy pats on the back" coming from Sylvie standing in the livingroom.
When Matt looks to her she has that admiring and tender smile across her face. Kelly bounds over to her and envelops her in a hug which is equal in might to the one he just received, perhaps more so as her feet depart from the floor when Kelly actually spins her around him. Matt hears Sev murmur something to Sylvie but isn't able to make it out. When he puts her down, she is beaming but also a single tear trails down her face. Matt opens his mouth to ask about the tears when Sylvie cuts him off.
"We should get going…" she says.
Matt glances at the clock, she's right, if they don't leave now, they will be late.
"Lace up your boots gorgeous. I'll finish fixing your coffee and grab you a power bar", he says.
Kelly gawks stupidly at Matt over his use of the affectionate term, but says nothing, just moves to wait at the door.
When she is fully ready, he hands over her breakfast and duffel bag. She kisses him quick and hard on the mouth, right in front of Kelly. "See you later Captain" she says like a peaceful purr.
"Definitely" he responds as they slip out the door.
XXX
He lasts until just before dinner when the desperate need to at least hear her voice overtakes him. He calls fully expecting her voicemail, especially if she is out on a call. He knows her voice mail by heart. "Hey this is Sylvie, leave me a message, I call you back when you can. Have a great day." There is nothing special about the words themselves, they are simple but even automated Sylvie has that sunshiny voice he loves. He's boarding pathetic but hell, he loves her so he can accept admittance of being slightly pitiful with need.
To his surprise her very human cheery voice echoes in his ear, "Hello my handsome boyfriend."
He grins like a clown and returns the favor, even though he knows its wholly cheesy, "Hello my beautiful girlfriend!"
They both laugh heartedly at the exchange. Matt's can feel the permeant upturn of the sides of his mouth. Its been that way all day for him, recalling their morning with their professions of love but now sweet sound of her giggles he can feel the muscles reaching for that added stretch to high in his cheek bones.
"How's the shift going?" he asks once her amusement has subsided.
"It's fine. Hawkings finally returned to work so…" she trails off obviously aware of her surroundings.
"So… your having to keep a watchful eye again." He supplies.
"Hummm" she responds in agreement.
"Has he been…. Err behaving himself?" Matt asks tentatively. Praying she has not had to deal with any additional unwanted advances.
Sylvie misunderstands his question, "The ambo has remained fully stocked" she supplies, communicating that she hasn't noticed any meds stollen.
"Actually, I was inquiring if he had continued hitting on you… if I needed to stop in and remind him again that you belong to me." As he says the last bit he winces internally, that might not be received as he had intended. He meant it as an expression to protect or shield her, not that he owned her like property. Just as he opens his mouth to explain she astonishes him again.
"I belong to you…" she echoes back. "I like the sound of being yours, its sounds safe, like coming home" she says.
"Well fuck…" He doesn't know how to respond to that, because… because it's the perfect description for what he feels with her. She is his homecoming. So, he spouts the words yet again, because they are literally now flowing like a broken dam from his heart. He wants to scream it with delight for the world to hear but instead works to keep his voice at a normal decidable for the telephone "You do belong to me Sylvie Brett and I love you," he states.
"I love you" she responds immediately.
There is a moment of silence, then she says, "And I should get back to work," with reluctance. "I'll call you in the morning?"
"Please" he says, "I barely made it 12 hours, and automated Sylvie is always a poor substitute for real thing."
"Automated Sylvie?" she asks.
"I'll explain later" he says with slight awkwardness.
"Yes, you will Matt Casey," she responds with a teasing authority.
Dammit that one isn't going to be forgotten, he thinks to himself.