Author's Note: There's no way around it, guys. This chapter is pretty much a long string of mature content. You may recall the mature content in chapter 16. Because it was through Izzy's perspective, and because it was an indistinct dream sequence, it was written in an indirect, comparatively classy way. This is going to be a lot more blunt and straightforward. And, just to remind you, I AM a scientist. I have no problem whatsoever with using the proper names for body parts (although sometimes I dance around it for the sake of being, you know, a bit more proper), and I also have no problem with bodily functions. I'm serious. This chapter is almost 7 K words of straight-up Sorato sexy times.
So, uh, consider yourself warned.
Halloween: Aftermath, Pt 2
Matt watched Sora work the lock to her dorm room in silence, focusing all of his efforts on maintaining a calm exterior. Although the kids on the shuttle home had behaved raucously, Sora hadn't shifted her attention away from him once. Her fingers had run up and down his arm, and, despite the innocence of the location, there had been something both yielding and commanding about her touch. It would seem that his girlfriend had a surprising capacity for single-minded intensity about what she wanted.
And tonight it was abundantly clear that he was what she wanted.
Trouble was, that thought had Matt shifting so rapidly between excitement, heat, and panic that those emotions were beginning to blend together into a single, indecipherable, agitating blur. And, for a young man who typically kept a firm grip on his emotions, as strong as they were, this sensation was very uncomfortable.
Man up, old son, he scolded himself as Sora pushed her door open. He very much wished that he weren't drunk; the alcohol, he knew, was drowning out his typical calm and self-assurance, and he was in desperate need of them. It was already shocking to Matt that he had gotten through the night without a major social slip-up of some kind. He grimaced as he remembered that he hadn't exactly been as smooth as usual this evening, but, judging by the shy, but unbelievably sexy smile that Sora gave him from over her shoulder, his behavior had still sufficed.
That smile was a summons, and Matt couldn't have denied it if he wanted to. His feet moved him into her room of their own will, and his hand cunningly closed around the doorknob, twisting it shut behind him. Sora approached him, moving into him, and he allowed her to back him into the closed door. Her clever little fingers slipped under his hand, and Matt blinked as he felt the click of the tumblers sliding into place within the lock mechanism.
She just locked us in her room. The thought hardly had time to register in his brain before it was obliterated by Sora wrapping her arms around his neck and lifting herself towards him, pressing her lips to his with an eagerness that had Matt leaning into the door for support. His hands immediately moved to her rear, holding her up against him. Her tongue was a wave of frantic heat in his mouth, hellbent, it seemed, on tasting as much of him as quickly as possible, as if he would evaporate away at any moment. Without thinking, Matt hooked a hand on the backside of her thighs, and she threw her body upwards and in, allowing him to take on her weight. Dazed, he moved into the room, and her legs wrapped around his body, crossing just above his ass. Matt sent a mental word of thanks to Tai, who, in that obnoxiously superior way, had forced him to work on his upper body strength before college started.
He loved how small Sora was, loved that he could cradle her against him with relative ease, loved that he could surround and encircle her like this. But, despite her small size, she was no slouch; one of her arms was wrapped solidly around his shoulders, holding her upper body steady against his, leaving the other hand free to wander blindly through his hair, sending tiny shivers down his body at the contact with his scalp.
Her fingers slipped under his mask, and he grunted slightly at the pain of its removal. Mimi had attached it with some sort of sticky stuff meant to hold knee-high socks in place, and he was suddenly grateful that he had thought to shave before agreeing to her methods. He distantly hoped that his eyebrow was still fully intact. Next, her fingers went to the clasp of his cloak, and soon the fabric was tumbling to the floor. There was a sudden tugging sensation at his waist, and Matt realized that his girlfriend was trying to un-tuck his shirt. The combination of her consuming kiss, which was rapidly teaching him that desire had a definite taste, and her unabashed, almost wild method of stripping him was sending waves of heat through Matt, culminating in a shifting of his blood. He suddenly wished that Sora had given him just a little more room in the crotch of his pants.
It required some hefty willpower, but he managed to pry his lips away from hers long enough to get a breath. She moved forward automatically, trying to renew their kiss, but he kept his mouth just out of reach. Perhaps it was a bit foolish on his part, but he couldn't help but smirk in response to her look of frustration. "You're bold when you're drunk," he observed. His grin grew lazy and boyish in response to the foreign flash of temper in her eyes. Interesting. Very, very interesting… He leaned forward and nipped her neck, easing into a string of kisses that had her shivering against him. Her other arm joined its sister in holding herself steady.
"You've been teasing me all night," she reminded him, and there was a faint huskiness to her usual warm, feminine tone. "So don't call me bold, Matt." Matt's lips curved into another smirk against her neck, and she must have felt it, because she tsked and tweaked the back of his ear just hard enough to sting.
Matt slowly lowered her legs, and she eventually caught on and helped him ease her into a standing position. He tried to ignore the slight burn of exertion already forming in his arms. If this encounter continued in its current direction, he might need every bit of his strength. Heat swept over his face, and he fought to keep those thoughts at bay. If he didn't keep himself firmly in this exact moment, he ran the risk of losing his already tenuous hold on his cool.
One moment, Sora was staring up at him, her eyes focused and determined, and the next, they were oriented towards the floor. She hesitated and stepped slightly away from him. Frowning slightly, Matt followed her glance and saw that it was lingering on his cloak. A small smile formed on his face as Sora gently lifted her handiwork from the floor and shook it out.
"You know," she said slowly, draping the cloak over her chair, "it suddenly occurs to me that neither one of us has our own space."
Stay cool, old son. Breathe. Breathe. Mercifully, despite the nerves and panic thrumming through his body, feeling very much like vibrations from his bass when amped up to concert volume, Matt was fairly certain that his expression was collected. "True. But, if you'd like some privacy, I'm sure Amy wouldn't mind taking my bed for the night. It's probably less awkward than having Tai take yours." Matt could have added that, despite his nagging, Tai hadn't washed his clothes or sheets since the Mesozoic period, rendering their room miserably unfit for romantic encounters. Smells like a damned locker room. Even I can't get anywhere with a girl in there. Plus, Tai can keep an eye on Amy when her hangover hits. She may not be too pleased with me tomorrow, though…
"I hope she doesn't mind," Sora muttered, running her hand through her hair. "How does this work? Do we call her…?"
Matt shook his head and went to her desk, rummaging about for paper and a pen. "She's never been good about checking her phone, and she won't hear it if she's still in the bar. Do you have an envelope?" Sora nodded and nudged him aside, and he slipped his room key off of his keyring as she found one for him. Matt dropped the key into the envelope, wrote out a quick explanation, and scribbled Amy's name across the front. He took some pieces of tape from Sora's dispenser, opened her door, and attached his message to the outer surface, then relocked it behind him.
"And there you have it," he murmured, moving back towards the center of the room. He slid his arms around Sora's waist and ran his fingers through her hair, partially because he wanted to, and partially to stall. He wasn't sure what his next move should be.
Matt was aware that he had behaved somewhat passively in the initial stages of their relationship, erring continually on the side of caution. He couldn't help it; he had been terrified of misstepping and losing his chance to be with Sora. Now that their relationship was established, and it was so clear that she was in the mood, he strongly wanted to show the dominance that he had danced around before. But he was also chivalrous to the core, and was worried about pushing too hard, particularly when they were both intoxicated.
Which all added up to making him feel as confused, uncertain, and frustrated as Tai in front of a math test. Without willing it, he exhaled sharply and ran a hand roughly though his hair, which was slightly stiff here and there with his styling gel. Why was everything suddenly awkward? It had all felt so natural just a moment ago…
Sora smiled faintly, then moved away from him. Matt watched, confused, as she sat on Amy's bed. Then she leaned over, grabbed the pull for the blinds, and lowered them. Ah. Mystery solved. Matt tried not to twitch as the blinds crashed loudly against the windowsill. She rose and returned to him, moving slowly and deliberately, and Matt wondered if she was struggling to walk straight. Of the lot of them, Sora and Joe had drank the least, but he was entirely unfamiliar with her tolerance.
He met her half way, wrapping his arms around her, supporting her. Her hands went to his shirt again, completely removing it from his pants. Once it was free, Matt lifted it over his head, then tossed it onto Amy's bed, knowing better than to let Sora's clothing crumple to the floor. He tried to take a deep breath discretely, which was difficult when shirtless, then placed his hands on Sora's hips, running them slowly down to her thighs.
His brain faltered for a moment. It suddenly occurred to him that he had no idea how to get her kimono off. What began as a faint feeling of confusion soon grew into full-blown frustration, and he felt like a kid who had located his hidden Christmas presents, only to realize that he had no way to unwrap them without being found out later. There was no obvious way to remove the tie around her upper waist, and he wasn't even sure if the body of the kimono was made up of one piece of fabric, or if the top and skirt were two different pieces. This is like a fucking brain teaser, and drunks are lousy at puzzles.
Faint, feminine laughter had Matt glancing away from Sora's body and at her face. She was smiling and shaking her head slightly. "If only you could see your face! You look like a little boy who can't reach the cookie jar." Matt inched away and grunted, feeling embarrassed and slightly ruffled by her teasing. But then her fingertips were on his chest, quickly giving way to her palms, which moved eagerly and tenderly over his skin. She leaned closer and kissed his neck, then dipped her tongue along the indentations formed by his clavicle. "You don't know how to work a kimono. That's fine. I do."
Don't whimper. Don't whimper. Somehow, mercifully, his body obeyed his orders, and he dredged up a smirk from some secret reserve of calm and cool. "I see. Shall I make myself comfortable, then?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow. The words were meant to return tease for tease, of course, but also to distract himself from his frantic heartbeat, from the heat and the strain building up between his legs. What was it about Sora? He had dated beautiful girls before, but a word, a look, a gesture from her could have him nearly at her mercy. It was like a tornado in his brain, throwing everything into an uproar, trying to rip its way out of him, threatening to tear him apart. His legs trembled as he lowered himself onto Sora's bed.
Sora retaliated by reaching over and tickling his ribs, drawing a surprised chuckle out of him. She forgave his snark quickly, though, and he was grateful; he hated being tickled, something that Tai, TK, and even Amy had all used in the past at some point to get their way. Her hands cupped his cheeks, turning his face towards hers for a quick kiss, ending with a faint nip on his lower lip. Then, she stepped back, giving herself some room to undress.
It quickly grew evident that he would have made an ass of himself trying to get her costume off. The fabric covering her waist and ribcage turned out to be not one, not two, but three separate pieces. Once those were out of the way, Sora began to open the iris-patterned material of the kimono, and Matt leaned forward slightly without noticing. But she was wearing a tiny white skirt and camisole beneath that, and she hesitated as her fingers edged beneath the skirt band at her waist.
Matt shut his eyes and clenched his hands against his knees. Saying these words was almost physically painful, but it had to be done. "Sora…" he began, clearing his throat. "Sora. Are you sure about this?"
Sora stared at him for a moment, then carefully laid her costume out on Amy's bed. With all of the fabric out of the way, Matt had an amazing view of her body, despite the remaining clothing. Everything was taut and firm without being too muscular, slim and delicate without looking willowy or fragile. She's perfect. I never could have dreamed up a body that appealed to me more. And, when you add what's inside that body… His hands clenched on his knees, and he fought to store away the thoughts buzzing around in his mind. As Amy had rather carelessly pointed out, his previous attempts at writing lyrics about Sora came out stiff, gushing, and sophomoric, like a besotted tween writing his first love poem. What he was coming up with now were words of the heart, and, although he might not be able to share them with anyone, he wanted to remember them.
But she was returning to him and settling on his lap, and he fought to give her the attention she deserved without losing his train of thought. She must have noticed his arousal, because she stiffened, smiled shyly- God, I love that shy smile- and rested her head on his shoulder. "I want you. You want me. What's to be unsure about?" The words were confident, but she wasn't looking him in the eye, and there was a faint hesitance to her tone. Was she also feeling a little shaky? Was it because she was a virgin, or was he not communicating his desire for her clearly enough?
"Sora. You're the most breathtaking thing I've ever set eyes on- and you're not even naked yet." That last was injected for humor, to lighten an atmosphere that had gone a little tense and strange, and Sora laughed faintly, causing her petite form to briefly shudder in his arms. Smiling, Matt slipped a hand under her camisole and stroked her side. His hands moved eagerly when he discovered how soft her skin was. She feels so different than I do. I mean, I guess I expected it, but…
Despite having a few girlfriends, Matt had never gotten past kissing. He had never wanted to, although sometimes his urges had definitely tried to push him past his comfort level. But he wasn't like Tai, who could share his body and his thoughts easily with anyone he was attracted to (or, at least, Tai was like that during most of high school- he seemed to have moved a little beyond that at some point, although Matt couldn't say for sure how he knew it). His body and his heart were his, and he had simply never been able to share them before, or to partake in someone else's. But now…
He shifted Sora so that he could see her face as he spoke, knowing that he was treading into delicate ground, and that he would need every cue he could get from her. "Of course I want you." He laughed, but the sound came out humorless and desperate. "I think 'need' is probably closer," he admitted, and Sora's hands immediately cupped his cheeks. She kissed him, and he was so tempted to let go of his restraint, tip her into her bed, and let this follow its natural course. He fought to pry his mouth away from hers, from that pool of darkness and heat that turned his brain into a sizzling pile of mush, knowing that he would give in at any moment otherwise.
One of Sora's hands closed around his and pressed his palm to her chest. The other pulled on his shoulder, a tacit order to lay down with her on the bed. Something short circuited in Matt's brain as his fingers tensed against her breast, indenting the pliant flesh. Distantly, he recalled that there was something he really needed to say, but that thought fizzled out at the look in Sora's eyes. I'm yours. Take me. It was the kind of thing that she wasn't really the type to say, at least not this early in their relationship, but she could sure as hell communicate the sentiment.
He would later find that he had no memory of taking his pants and underwear off, although he could picture stripping Sora down in perfect detail. At first, he didn't see much of anything, despite his desire to do so. As soon as she was naked, Sora clung to him, and he provided the kiss she so clearly wanted, allowing his hands to explore her chest, her waist, her rear. Their bodies collided, flesh on flesh, and he groaned at the new sensation. It was tactile delight from head to toe, and goosebumps popped up all over him, despite the fact that it seemed far too warm in the dorm. Matt completely lost track of everything, as drunk on her as he was on alcohol, unable to manage a coherent thought until Sora spread and lifted her legs beneath him. They both gasped as his arousal slid against her sex, and that whimper finally made its way out of him. She was hot, soft, and slightly slick, and being against her was much more stimulating than he would have imagined. God, if just being against the outside feels like this…
"M-Matt… Please…" Sora lifted her hips, and Matt bit his lower lip fiercely as pressure built up between his body and the entrance to hers. If he just leaned forward, he could have what he so keenly desired, and yet… Something was nagging at him, trying to work its way through his arousal and intoxication. He knew it was important, and he knew Sora's safety was somehow involved, and that thought had him stalling, kissing her as he tried to pinpoint the problem.
He forced himself to slowly go through what he knew about sex, starting at the basics, and the answer immediately moved into the forefront of his mind. "I don't have any protection on me," he muttered, lifting his face from Sora's. Her eyes widened, and she rubbed a hand slowly over her forehead, as if to clear out the indentations there.
"I… I don't have any, either." Her palm moved over her eyes, blocking them from view. "You're right. You're right. Oh, Matt, I'm so sorry, I don't know what I was thinking-"
"You weren't," Matt said gently, moving his hips away from hers. "And neither was I." He eased himself onto his side, running a hand over her chest as he went, admiring it all the while. It was a wonderful distraction from his disappointment. Her breasts weren't large, but the shapes were delectable, so round and perky…
"Matt. Matt! Hello?" Matt blinked as a hand waved in front of his face, then smirked and looked Sora in the eye.
"I'm sorry. I was distracted by a gorgeous woman." He paused, giving Sora enough time to smile and flick his cheek with a fingertip. She shifted to her side and molded herself to him, and Matt knew that he had to say his bit now before they ended up right back where they were a moment ago. "I… I know Tai keeps condoms in our room. I could grab one, but first… Sora, don't get me wrong. I want to do this."
Matt paused and tried to collect his thoughts, which were so difficult to string together at the moment. "But we're so drunk, and we're virgins… I'm not saying that we have to do this in a high end hotel, or on the beach, or something cheesy like that, but… I would like to remember every moment of it, and I'm not sure that I will when I'm this smashed." He wrapped his arms around her and lowered his voice, so that he wouldn't strain the ear beside his lips. "We don't have to wait long. Hell, we can do this tomorrow, if you want. But please… I need to be in complete control of myself when this happens, especially the first time." He shifted uncomfortably, then forced his final thought out. It was something Matt really wanted Sora to know, despite the discomfort and embarrassment that saying it caused. "You're… you're important to me, Sora. Incredibly important. So… So, please."
Sora went slightly stiff against him, and Matt frowned over her shoulder, hoping that he hadn't frustrated her too much. After all, it was obvious from his contact with her lower body that she was in want of release. She buried her face in his neck and exhaled slowly, and Matt gently ran his hand over her back, exploring the contours there.
"You're right. I know you are. And it means a lot to me that you're thinking of those things, Matt. But…" A small, soft hand ran over his chest, and he heard her sighing, a sound of mixed admiration and vexation. Matt separated from her just enough to give her a view of his wicked, boyish smile. Some unnamed instinct within him sharpened at the faint look of nerves and anticipation that flashed across Sora's face.
"I didn't say we had to just roll over and fall asleep," he murmured. His hand slid from her back to her side, coming to a stop on her hip, pushing it towards him. A tiny squeak popped out of her, so faint that he barely heard it. For some reason, that sound stroked his libido even further, and his fingers shifted automatically towards her rear, squeezing it, pressing her front against his arousal. It occurred to him that he felt like some sort of predator, focusing all of himself on capturing his tiny, defenseless prey, except that the end goal was most certainly not to ingest her. To engulf her, to make her his, to hear her moaning under him… That was what he wanted. He eased himself away from her and moved into a sitting position, monitoring her carefully, moving slowly towards her lower body.
Sora lifted herself with an elbow, eying him with that delightfully uncertain expression. "What are you suggesting?"
Matt kept his hesitation carefully hidden. He wasn't sure he had the balls to say 'I want to eat you out,' or the skill to make it sound natural. Instead, he looked her in the eye, knowing that she had a weakness for that, and gently lifted her leg. He pressed a trail of kisses down her inner thigh, grinning wolfishly as he felt gooseflesh blossoming beneath his lips. She was squirming by the time he approached the most intimate part of her. He shot her a final look, hoping for an indication of permission, but her head was already tilted back, and her hands were reaching for his head. Her fingers curled up in his hair, pushing him down slightly. Well, alright then. I can take a hint when it's applied with a sledge hammer.
Even so, he moved his hands towards her sex slowly, giving her time to twitch away or protest, and also giving himself a moment to steel his nerves. She lifted her body towards the head of her bed, giving him room to sprawl out and make himself as comfortable as he could. Then, finally, his fingers landed on her labia, and he swallowed hard at the contact. She had dark hair, but it was short and tended, which was fortunate for someone who was about to put his mouth there. But first things first… Matt eased her apart, revealing the pinkish-red flesh in the middle.
"D-don't… Don't stare at it so much," Sora protested. One of Matt's eyebrows flew up, and he grinned without willing it.
"Oh? Because you're embarrassed, or because you want me to do something else?" He caught Sora's look of frustrated outrage, and, like a little idiot, he laughed and lightly pressed a finger to the most sensitive part of her, rubbing gently. The tension slipped out of her body like magic, along with a breathy exclamation. A thrilling jolt of desire and pleasure passed through Matt. Oh, this is going to be fun.
"You really shouldn't be embarrassed," he continued, knowing all the while that he was teasing too much. What could he do? He was too drunk to filter his thoughts properly. "You're beautiful. Actually, I didn't know, but… It looks kind of like an orchid. Just a little." He nodded towards her comforter, which was covered with orchids, then the delicate purple flowers on her desk. "Subliminal messaging?"
"Matt…!" He flinched slightly at the bite in Sora's tone. Ooookay, old son, I think you've made your point. Whatever the hell it was. Best to give her what she wants before you get kicked out, possibly butt naked. And so, he moved his hands out of the way and bent over her, separating her legs more to ease his access.
As he lowered his head, he began to notice her scent. It was unusual, unlike anything he had smelled before, a strange combination of earthy, musky, and sour. Foreign, but certainly not bad, although he couldn't say it immediately appealed to him, either. He ran his tongue down her labia, warming her to his touch, and her hips bucked at the contact, knocking his forehead into her inner thigh.
"Did I hurt you?" he demanded, baffled and slightly panicked by her sudden movement.
"No, no. S-sorry," she whispered. "It's just- I guess I'm nervous. No one's ever…" She trailed off uncertainly. Her body had gone tense again, and Matt made a soothing, shushing noise.
"Relax, Sora. Let me know right away if I do something that hurts or that you don't like. I won't do anything that you don't want, alright? I promise." Sora looked at him for a long moment, then nodded and exhaled slowly, settling back down against her pillows. Matt waited until her muscle strain disappeared, then moved his lips against her, starting with less sensitive areas, slowly working his way towards the most receptive spot.
Sora seemed to find the new sensations a bit overwhelming at first, and she kept shying away from everything he did. She adjusted quickly, though, and Matt focused on learning her body language. When she twitched and pulled back slightly, he tried something else, remembering to avoid whatever had caused that reaction. Sometimes, she would sigh and twitch her hips towards his face, and sometimes her hands would appear in his hair, encouraging him to keep doing whatever he was up to. Finally, when he was sure he understood her signals, he brushed the engorged bit of tissue at the top of her sex, and she gasped and lifted herself towards him. Well, that seems to do nicely, Matt thought, grinning into her flesh.
For a minute or so, every pass of his tongue had her reacting strongly, curling her fingers in his hair, making amazing little moaning sounds, but eventually he realized that he needed to add something else into the mix to keep her in that delicious place of heightened interest. Reluctantly, he pushed through the haze of intoxication around his mind and dipped into his past, trying to remember the unsolicited sexual advice that Tai had forced onto him during high school.
Matt used to protest and ignore Tai when he started lording his greater sexual experience over him. Then, one day, he overheard a flock of girls whispering about something that Tai's first girlfriend had told them. A few months later, he heard something similar from friends of Tai's second girlfriend. Well, girlfriend might have been too strong a label in that case, but either way, suddenly Matt started paying attention to Tai. And he remembered, just in case there really was any merit to the gossip.
You should start slow and easy. Warm the girl up, just like when you exercise. Too much too fast can hurt. If you're not sure if she's turned on enough, try going down on her. Different girls like different things, but if you don't know what she's into yet, you can just draw letters against her with your tongue, you know, going through the alphabet. At which point he began to smirk and point out which letters Christie preferred, and Matt threw a workbook at his head.
Alright, Tai. I'm trusting you, you pain in the ass. So, uh… Capital A, I guess? Matt went on like that, repeating letters she responded to well until the reaction diminished, then moving on. It wasn't long before her smell grew muskier, and her sex went from flushed to overheated. Matt couldn't see much from this angle, but he devoured what was available to him, like her flat stomach, the faint impression of her hipbones beneath her skin, and her breasts. He extended an arm and caressed one, and her fingers immediately closed around his hand, twitching slightly as they clung to him. Those sounds started up again in full force, increasing in volume and desperation, jumping around from low pitched moans to high, quick exclamations. His jaw was starting to ache, and his mouth was full of a salty, slightly acidic taste, but he didn't notice. He had never been so turned on in his life, and his whole body burned, his chest heaved as if he were running a marathon. Without his willing it, his free hand moved to his arousal- something he certainly wouldn't have done sober, but Sora didn't seem to notice, anyway.
His intensity increased as physical pleasure twined around mental stimulation. Sora began to shudder and breathe heavily, and the tissues in his mouth began to tremble slightly. She sounded almost incoherent, but he was fairly sure she was saying his name. Then the words faded into a jumbled exclamation, and her hips began to move earnestly. Her body shook, and Matt watched hungrily, aware that he was seeing, feeling, hearing, smelling, and even tasting her climax as it formed, peaked, and ebbed.
For a moment, she lay frozen on her bed, her muscles caught in place. Then, slowly, her legs relaxed and collapsed against the mattress, and Matt lay down beside her, wrapping his arms around her, ignoring the thin film of sweat on her body. She nuzzled him and sighed, a content, slightly dazed sound. Smiling, Matt lifted her enough to extract the blanket and sheet from beneath her, then covered her body. "Better?" he murmured, kissing her forehead. In all honesty, he felt like he was going to spontaneously combust any second, but he wasn't going to ask for anything when she was so clearly worn out from a long night of partying and romance. Even as she smiled at him, he could see the mixture of warmth and fatigue in her eyes.
But damn, I'm going to have the worst case of blue balls ever, he thought regretfully. Small price to pay, though, I guess…
"That was amazing," she whispered, edging closer for a kiss. Matt wanted to give her a slow, lingering one, but he was aware that his mouth tasted a bit off, so he made it quick and light.
"I thought so, too." Her eyes widened a little, and he gave her his best boyish grin.
"Really? You didn't mind?" Matt stared at her for a moment, then shook his head slowly, chuckling faintly.
"Mind? Sora. You're crazy if you think I didn't love every second of that." His hands ran slowly down her body, not with heat, just with affection and warmth. He began think aloud, trusting her with thoughts, and he wondered if she would recognize the significance of that trust. "Not to sound like a jerk, but… I probably could have done things like this in high school. I could never fully explain why I didn't, even to myself. Part of it was just that I'm private, that I don't… really connect all that easily to others. But, whatever held me back… I'm grateful. Whatever happens between us, Sora, I'm glad that I waited, I'm glad that you're the first person I'm…" he hesitated, unsure of how to finish, not wanting to imply that he was guaranteed anything more, even though he was fairly certain that their relationship was coming along well. "Just… Thank you, Sora."
Matt cleared his throat and began to get off the bed, intending to turn the light off and come back, but Sora took hold of his wrist. "Matt…" She tugged, gently pulling him on top of her, cupped his face with her hands, and kissed him deeply. He felt that moment when she paused, no doubt surprised by the taste of herself in his mouth, but she shrugged it off and kept going. Truthfully, Matt kind of wanted to stop, because her kiss was growing more heated by the second, and he was trying to calm down. But he wasn't about to pull away from this girl, not for any reason.
Finally, she broke off from him, then looked him straight in the eye. Usually, this was an advantage that he had over her, but now he found himself helplessly frozen in her gaze, although why it had extra weight at the moment was beyond him. "I feel the same way. Thank you, Matt. And, even though it put me out a little tonight… I think tomorrow I'm going to be very grateful that you did what you did earlier. Not many guys would do that, especially drunk."
Matt waved a hand dismissively, not knowing how to respond. Sora smiled, no doubt sensing his embarrassment, and pushed lightly on his shoulders, leading him to lay down beside her. Then she began to stand, and Matt put a hand on her waist. "I'll hit the light, Sora."
"You just relax," she returned, and Matt decided the topic was too insignificant for an argument, especially when she was already half up. But instead of getting off the bed, she bent over his body, just as he had bent over her a few minutes ago.
"Sora…?" he asked, tilting his head. Her fingers began to move slowly towards his maleness, and he watched in shocked silence as they brushed against him.
"Oh!" she murmured, closing her palms around him. Yeah, oh, Matt thought, clenching his jaws to keep a much less polite exclamation from popping out. "I didn't expect it to be so soft. Not that it's not hard- obviously- I mean- The skin's really smooth." His hands clenched as she stared at him and hesitantly ran her hands along his length. Suddenly, he understood her shyness earlier- it was a bit alarming to have someone focusing so much attention on an area that he had never shown anyone before, and, like him, she lacked the experience to banish that awkwardness by creating pleasure.
"You don't have to do this, Sora. I know you're tired. You can sleep." Of course, he was very interested in where this would lead, but he didn't want her to force herself, or to have his pride wounded by her passing out midway.
Sora tilted her head and cocked an eyebrow at him. "Of course I don't have to. If I thought for a second that you thought I had to, I would kick you out. I want to. So, unless you don't want this…"
Matt raised his hands, holding them palm out. You wouldn't expect it, but she's got kind of a bite to her. I wonder if it's because she's drunk? "I didn't mean it badly."
Sora sighed and rubbed the back of her neck. "Yes. Yes, I know. I'm sorry. I'm just… I'm still nervous. And a little embarrassed. But I'm fine," she finished quickly, no doubt seeing the concern in his expression. "I'm sorry if I'm not very good, I've never-"
Matt ran a hand soothingly through her hair, fighting to produce a warm smile. The feeling of her hands on him was distracting, to say the least. "We're both new to this. There's no pressure here, alright?"
Sora sighed, a peaceful, happy noise, then kissed his shoulder. "Just the two of us enjoying each other."
"Mmm." It was a sound of agreement, but also a sound of bliss, resulting from Sora trailing her fingers around his glans.
And that was exactly what they did for a while longer, until they fell onto Sora's bed in a tangled, exhausted heap.
Author's Note: I can practically hear the protests from that abrupt ending. It can't be helped. For one, I have a terrible case of writer's block right now. I think it's just because I'm so tired from moving and painting and trying to organize the house. I can't begin to tell you how much stuff I've donated to Goodwill over the last two weeks _ Also, my cat took the move really badly, which was frightening because of her age (she's well outlived the average house cat lifespan). We ran her to the vet after finding bloody waste all over the house when we came home from work, but she ended up being more or less fine. Also also, I'll be honest, I didn't feel like writing smut anymore XD That's enough smut for now. So I just made it clear that there was reciprocation, because I see Sora as the type to want to reciprocate, and moved on. This chapter's waaaay too long anyway, for what it is.
You may have found it strange that Matt and Sora could feel so awkward with each other, given the way they were all up in each other's heads and business all night, but believe you me… It can never be anything BUT awkward when two virgins are trying to be intimate for the first time. They got there in the end, hey?
But oh my gosh, the TEASING. I am such a sucker for couples who torment each other a little.
I was going to write about Tai, but my block is too heavy. I think I'm going to hint at what happened with him next time, instead of writing a full scene for it. I really want to get what happened with Amy and Jerry out in the open.
So hopefully I can write normally again soon. I'm sorry for the quality of this chapter, I know it jumped around and circled and blah :/ I apologize if this was too much or too little or too smutty or not hot enough or whatever _ I can always delete this if people react badly, lol!
I'm completely uncertain about writing more content like this, so, uh, if you like it, you'll want to speak now and convince me to throw in stuff like this every once in a while. Otherwise, I'll mostly just reference moments like this in passing, except for really key mature moments, ones with heavy plot significance.
I'm fairly sure this was terrible x_x Except that Matt's mental sense of humor makes me totally laugh XD Love that guy.
Anyway, in conclusion, I love my new house, but this whole thing has been kind of an ordeal, and I could use encouragement if you have a moment to spare (and you like my writing, of course, lol).
Thanks for reading! Please look forward to next time, where we FINALLY learn what happened with Jerry (possibly over a few installments, I dunno yet). I'm not going to lie. It's going to be difficult for everyone (but oh, the drama).
