So, I'm now back from my vacation, and I have some treats for everyone. I wrote two little short fics while I was gone, so that I had at least done something productive during those two weeks. :P

Anyways, wrote this one while I was camping, and it's based on how I think Mello would react in the following situation.

Genre: Romance/Humor(I find it funny)

Characters: Matt, Mello

"Hey, Mello!" Matt called in a singsong voice.

I groaned inwardly. Every time Matt used that voice, it meant he wanted something.

"What, Matt?"

He skipped up to me and planted himself on my lap. "We've been working really hard, right?"

"Yes," I answered hesitantly.

Matt's face seemed to be an inch closer. "And we probably deserve a break, right?"

I nodded slowly. "I guess." His face, again, was closer.

"Like a vacation, right?" Matt seemed to be trying to avoid the point for as long as possible.

"Yes," I consented, not seeing where this was going.

Matt's face was close, annoyingly so, if he wasn't so damn gorgeous.

He smirked, his lips brushing against mine. "Lets go camping."

My reaction was instantaneous, but foreseen, because Matt had my hands pinned before I could push him away from me.

"No way!" I cried, struggling to get away. "That means going outside, in nature, with bugs, and dirt, and no showers!"

"But, Mels," Matt soothed, wrapping his arms around me in a vice grip. "Just think about it."

I was thinking about it, and I wasn't liking it.

All that nature, surrounding me, enveloping my senses, suffocating me; I felt like I was choking already.

Matt forced a kiss on my unsuspecting lips and my body quickly relaxed, falling into practiced motions. His tongue elicited soft moans from my throat.

I realized what he was trying to do and reluctantly pulled back.

"No, Matt! Don't try distracting me into agreeing." I gave him a stern glare.

"But Mello," he breathed, moving to nip on my earlobe. "It'll just be you, me, the outdoors, a tent, and..." He paused to suck on my neck, leaving a kiss mark. "One sleeping bag."

I was about to reject the plan again when my brain stopped.

Re-winded.

And played back what he'd just said.

One sleeping bag...

My breath caught in my throat just thinking about it. Matt and I, in close quarters, bodies pressed against each other for warmth, leading to something else that created warmth.

I was pulled out of my reverie when I heard the zipper of my vest being dragged down, and soft lips began trailing down my chest.

"Well?" Matt murmured against my skin.

I moaned softly, chest arching into him.

"When do we leave?"

Hehehe. I get the feeling that Matt does this a lot to get Mello to agree with him. :P

R&R please :)