WARNING: Lemon/sex scene. Don't read this chapter if it's going to offend you.
AN: Uh yeah. . .Be nice ; This is going to be kind of embarrassing for me to post publicly, so take it easy, okay?
Chapter 13
Aurora sat in her room. She hadn't even been able to think. What was happening to her? This was her dream, wasn't it?! It figured. Now that her life was finally settling into a state of normalcy, something happened that sent it out of control. Again. Roger's words echoed through her mind. Over and over again. What could she do? She looked at the clock and widened her eyes. It was already quarter after midnight. She'd just been sitting there for almost two hours!
Next thing she knew, she was numbly weaving through different hallways. She didn't know where exactly she was headed, her legs were the only things motivating her at this point. Subconsciously she did know where she was going; knew where she'd end up. Although if she was caught outside of her room, wandering the halls, she would no doubt be in a lot of trouble. . . Hell, maybe that's what she wanted. Maybe they'd cancel her flight to Japan.
Finally, she stopped, regaining her senses fully. Standing up straight and suddenly feeling a burst of confidence, she didn't hesitate at all to knock on Matt's door. In the few seconds of waiting, she heard some shuffling and figured she'd woken him up. Oh great. . .I woke him up. She kicked herself, and began to panic, wondering what she was doing. Until he opened the door and she saw his face again.
She would've been distracted by the fact that he was only wearing his boxers (Which were, like the shirts he always wore, striped.), if something else hadn't been distracting her more. His goggles were off, revealing beautiful, deep blue eyes. He, on the other hand, was much more concerned about being pants-less.
"Oh. . God! I'm sorry! I thought it was probably Mello or Roger, but I had no idea-- I mean, I never thought you'd come back here tonight. . ." He went on and on, struggling to quickly put on a pair of jeans. Aurora was disappointed he turned his gaze away from her. . .She didn't want to look away from his eyes. Disregarding the clothes (or lack there of) Matt was wearing, Aurora closed the door behind her and took a seat on his bed.
After he'd gotten his pants on (though still shirtless), he sat next to Aurora. "so what's going on?" He was excited by the fact that she was there with him, but worried about why she needed to see him so late. Ya know, now would probably be as perfect a time as any. He tried to convince himself to confess his feelings to her, but she didn't give him enough time .
"Matt, I. . ." Aurora started to speak and he looked at her expectantly. Gingerly, she placed her hands on his face and watched him blush. Before he could ask what she was doing, she pulled his lips to hers in a soft kiss. After only a moment's hesitation, he relaxed into her lips and wrapped his arms around her waist.
She pulled away and lowered her eyes. "Matt. . ." She raised her eyes to look into his. "I love you." There. That wasn't so hard. Finally, she'd been able to get it off her chest. It was something she should've said awhile ago, but at least she'd gotten it out. Deciding not to think about the whole "leaving-for-Japan" thing, she searched his expression for any signs of him returning the feelings.
Instead of making any noticeable changes in his demeanor, Matt leaned in close to her, his lips brushing against her ear. He grabbed hold of both her hands and spoke softly into her ear. "I've loved you since we met. . .I'm sorry I haven't told you until now. . ." He trailed off, letting on of his hands brush across the soft skin on her face. She shivered beneath his touch, pulling back to look at him again.
Smiling, she brushed a lock of hair out of his eyes. "You know. . .I was beginning to think you even kept those goggles on when you slept." He laughed and pulled her into another kiss. However, this time around, neither had any desire to interrupt it. Aurora wrapped one arm around Matt's neck and kept her other hand rested on his strong chest muscles. He had both of his hands around her waist, but one was trailing lightly up and down her spine, underneath her shirt.
His hands were warm, and all of her concerns had melted away. The only thing she wanted to focus on was his touch. . .His closeness. They were soon lying on the bed, engaged in a hot make out session, Matt hovering over top of her. When he pulled away, she felt cold, but she instantly felt better when he began kissing her neck. Playfully at first, then more intense, licking and nipping at it. She closed her eyes and let out a soft gasp of pleasure.
While one of her hands toyed with and tousled his hair, the other was brushing against the waistline of his jeans. Matt freed one of his hands from under her and used it trail up underneath her shirt to explore her chest, his lips returning to hers. She brought her hands back up to cupping his face and propelled herself forward, forcing both her and Matt to sit up. Breaking their kiss only for a moment, Aurora lifted off her shirt and threw it on the floor next to his bed, allowing him better access.
Resuming the kiss, Aurora pushed herself on top of him, trapping him (not that he minded) underneath her body. His arms reached around to her back and his hands fumbled with the clasp of her bra. When he succeeded in removing that, he tossed it on the floor along with her shirt.
Realizing she was now halfway exposed, Aurora shied back a bit, her face a bright shade of pink. Matt smiled and looked her in the eyes. "Don't worry. You're beautiful." Upon closer inspection, she could see that he was blushing as well, which made her feel a bit better. They both knew where this was going. They were going to end up having sex. Although she couldn't tell from his words and actions, Matt was a virgin. . . He'd never really liked to go out of the orphanage. Aurora, however, wasn't. It wasn't like she went around screwing every guy she met though. She'd only done it once. And that was just to get it over with. She didn't want it to hurt when she did it with some one she actually cared about. In this case, some one she actually loved.
She kissed him again, but focused more on trying to undo his pants. With his help, she was able to remove them, and Matt was back to where he'd been when she'd knocked on the door. The only differences were the sweat beginning to form on his body and the hard lump that was now present underneath the fabric of his boxers. Matt trailed his hands from her neck, over her chest, down her torso, and stopped them at the waistline of her pants. He followed her previous example and tossed both of their pants onto the floor, into the growing pile of discarded clothing. Then, gently, he removed the last article from her body, and did the same to himself. Matt leaned in and kissed her neck again, this time trailing his kisses up and down her entire torso. She moaned as she felt his manhood brush against her skin.
His lips landed on hers as he gently eased into her. She was nervous and tight at first, but with each of his slow thrusts, she began to relax and loosen up. Both of their bodies moved in sync with one another. She loved hearing him make little satisfied grunts, and he loved hearing her moans of pleasure. Wrapping her legs around his waist, Aurora began to speed up the thrusts, driving him deeper inside her body. When they both climaxed, they were in a haze of sweat, friction, and white-hot passion.
After several more sessions of intense love-making, they both collapsed in each other's arms. Matt looked at the girl wrapped in his arms. She was sweaty, out of breath, and her hair was a mess. He'd never seen anyone look so beautiful. Aurora cuddled up against his warm body and ran her hand up and down his chest, and at that moment she knew she'd never love anyone as much as she loved him.
". . .Mail," the words slipped breathlessly out of the redhead's mouth.
Aurora could barely form her question. "Huh?"
"My name. . ." He panted. "Mail Jeevas. . ." He held her in his arms and kissed her neck lightly, making her shiver.
She smiled and ran her hand through his disheveled hair. "I love you, Mail Jeevas." He loved hearing her say his name. His real name. And within minutes, the feeling of her stroking his hair had put him to sleep. However, Aurora, still entwined in his arms, lay there crying herself to sleep.