Warning: This chapter has a bit of M in it, so just letting you know! Read on and I hope you enjoy it...
Behind me I feel two warm hands rest on my shoulders and a hot breath at my ear, "What are you doing, dear?"
Jolting in my seat, I almost have a heart attack as my head whips round to see Matt's face extremely close to mine, his fringe hanging over his eyes. He looks ever so cute like that. I promptly cover my iPhone screen, not wanting him to see what I was looking at.
"Matt, you scared me," I giggle, and he leans down and kisses my cheek, then his lips move to barely a centimetre away from my ear, his breath sending tingles down my spine.
"What were you looking at?"
"That's none of your business."
"Let me guess... Twitter?"
"Were you looking at my phone?!" I almost screech, pouting playfully. "You nosy little -"
He interrupts me before I can finish speaking. "I do like that picture of me you were looking at... it seems I was wearing nothing but a towel."
I blush a bright shade of red... he saw it?
"It was just a picture on Twitter... I didn't tweet it, someone else did..."
"No, no... it's OK," his arms slide around my waist as I stand up and turn to face him, he has the cutest puppy eyes on, and I almost melt in front of him. "Soon you'll see me in much less than just a towel..."
My eyes widen and my mouth open to say something, but it refuses to come out. "Quite the charmer, aren't you?" I finally manage to say, a playful smirk crossing my lips.
He pulls me in for a hug, his warm arms enveloping me. I bury my head in his chest, feeling his heart beat softly in my ear. He's nuzzling into my hair, then kisses my forehead and then the tip of my nose, grinning down at me.
"I better go... you can come and watch me if you like. No matter how much I'd love to spend the day with you... I have to do work."
I smile and nod. "I'll come and watch you then. Except Sophie's taking ages, don't know why, maybe she got lost or something... anyway, I'll come with you."
As we begin to make our way towards the set he leans down and whispers in my ear, "I have a surprise for you later."
At his very words an involuntary shudder racks my body. How I can't wait to find out what it is...
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Sophie's annoyed pout almost burnt straight through me when she found out that she couldn't come. It was slightly private, and by private I mean between us, but I didn't exactly know what was going to happen between us, and I had incredibly high hopes.
If only... I think to myself as I walk hand in hand with the man I loved down the darkened street.
But he probably wouldn't go for anything like that this early in our relationship. Despite how much I was begging for it, I might have to wait a little while.
As we walked together, deep in the depths of my mind a tiny little voice was nagging me, I damn hope a photographer isn't stalking us.
But it was late at night, I figured. Well, quite late at night. It was eight o'clock, and I was absolutely starving. I tried not to blush when my stomach decided to try and talk to me. Luckily the streets were too noisy with the cars going by for anyone to hear.
"Matt, I'm hungry," I whine, leaning my head on his shoulder. He kisses my forehead, looking down to me.
"Don't worry dear, I'm looking for a nice place for us to eat before we go to... oh, never mind."
"Go where?"
"Never mind."
"Tell me," I put on my best puppy eyes.
"It's a surprise, love," he smiles back, coming to a stop in front of a posh-looking restaurant. The delicious smell of cooking food invades my nostrils and my hunger increases tenfold.
"Please," I grin, looking suggestively towards the restaurant. He grins back and soon enough we're walking inside together. A shiver shoots down my spine at the warmth of finally being inside, the warm orangey glow of the lights above making me feel slightly sleepy. We find a nice secluded sofa in the corner, and sit beside each other, him wrapping his arm securely around my waist as I snuggle into his warm body. Somehow he seems to always be warmer than me...
As we wait for a waiter I close my eyes into his shoulder and just think. How it's come to all this... it's just amazing. I'm sitting here, cuddled up to Matt Smith, who actually loves me. Who else would ever get this opportunity? In my eyes I was just some normal, boring person who has no life... well, not much of one. My life basically revolved around Doctor Who and my other fandoms. I'd occasionally go out with my friends, sure, but my life was nothing much more than that. Every day I'd just get up and go to work... coming to think about it, I actually have work tomorrow. I'm a minor actress actually, I do plays at theatres, but nothing major like Matt. My dream always was to become an actress, it was my life ambition. I always wanted to be in a programme like Doctor Who, but realised that it was probably never going to happen. I never thought I was actually that good, but maybe Matt could give me some tips...
I was interrupted from my thoughts by Matt's voice as he spoke to a waitress who was stood beside us, scribbling things down onto a little notepad. I sleepily looked up, my head feeling heavy with tiredness. I needed a coffee to wake me up, or else I might just fall asleep on Matt's shoulder.
"What would you like, love?" he holds the menu in front of me, and my eyes scan the dishes with sleepy stupor.
He senses my tiredness and smiles, pulling me closer into him. "How about we share a meal? Do you like fish and chips?"
"And a coffee to wake me up," I say into his shoulder, and he nods, quickly informing the waitress before she scuttles off.
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Our food had just arrived, as I chatted to him through a mouthful of chips. We'd been talking for about a quarter of an hour now, whilst we were waiting for the food. Of course the talking has occasionally led to snogging or my hand growing a mind of its own and making a trip up his shirt, but nothing further than that at the moment. Well, I should hope so seeming as we were in public, with quite a few people in the restaurant at the moment, although luckily none of them seemed to be Whovians because Matt hadn't been spotted yet.
I didn't miss the small grin on his face when he realised that I did acting too, despite not being as professional as him. It seemed we had quite a lot of the same interests; acting, and some sports. I knew that he liked football but had to give up his dream because of a back injury, and he learnt that I sometimes played hockey or netball. Occasionally I went down to the local leisure centre and played with my friends and other team members. It was for fun though, not competitive.
Neither did I miss the cheeky innuendos he dropped in occasionally. I'd burst out laughing, and he'd join in, chuckling a bit and going slightly red with embarrassment that he'd been caught. I'd then shoot them straight back at him, and that was the type of conversation that would usually end in snogging or trying to push the other back against the sofa and climb onto their lap. Although that was usually me, but luckily I did manage to get my raging hormones under control eventually. But it did take a bit of time to calm down afterwards after we'd been attempting to shove our tongues down each others' throats.
When I discovered that he'd ordered some wine I was more than happy. But after a few glasses both of us were getting slightly tipsy, giggling at the most lame jokes and sharing sloppy, drunken kisses. Not that I was complaining, as my fingers fiddle suggestively with the top button of his shirt.
The other one was in his hair, pulling him closer to me as every inch of my skin fizzled and buzzed with desire. I'm surprised nobody had complained about the slightly erotic make out that was probably disturbing their peaceful dinner, but I was starting to sense through my lust-clouded mind that we better be getting back sooner or later.
Wrenching away for air, we look into each others' eyes and realise that it probably is about time to get moving. Disentangling our limbs from each other, we get up and begin to make our way out of the restaurant, Matt pulling his hood back up and whipping a pair of sunglasses on, despite it being almost pitch black.
"So, what's this surprise?" I purr against his ear, and he chuckles lightly, removing his arm from around my waist and holding my hand instead.
"Follow me and you'll find out," he purrs back, turning a corner which brings us faced with rows of buildings. The bright lights dazzle me for a second through my dazed and slightly tired eyes, as we begin to make our way down the street, luckily still unnoticed.
"Ooh, right there," he exclaims, and I search around us, trying to search for the place that he's hinting about. Before I can say anything, we're turning right and into the lovely warmth of a building.
As my eyes adjust to the lights, I make out a sign just above the reception desk: Premier Inn.
Bloody hell...
He's taking me to Premier Inn?
I wonder what could happen here...?
He's got a key in his other hand and is already starting to make his way up the stairs, me following quickly behind him. His sunglasses are off, at last, because I think it looks quite weird wearing sunglasses at night, especially inside...
Luckily our room is not that far away, so we don't have to walk up the stairs for ages, despite being able to take the lift. But I have a feeling he wants me to wait in suspense for as long as possible.
"Aha," he grins, stopping in front of a wooden door. The number is 69. I can't help but let out a tiny giggle.
I swallow hard as we step inside, locking the door behind us. The room is quite spacey, a nice double bed and a wardrobe, with an en-suite off to the side.
"So this is your surprise?" I smirk, trailing my fingertips lightly down his chest. Despite all the lust I'm feeling, I have a feeling that sleep may overwhelm me.
He nods quickly, his muscles tensing beneath my light touch. "What do you think?"
"Hmm... I like it," I begin to slowly unbutton the first button on his shirt. "But the question is... why are we here? What are we going to do?"
He senses my intentions as I unbutton the next few buttons, speeding up a bit. "I have something in mind..."
"And what did you have in mind?"
His hands dart to my hips, pulling me flush against him and before I can react, his lips are on mine, his tongue tracing my lips, begging for entrance to my mouth. I oblige, and he slips his tongue in, meeting mine. Soon our lips are moving furiously against each other, just as I push his jumper off his shoulders, and it falls to the floor with a dull thud.
My jacket joins the pile of our clothing on the floor, and soon enough all of his shirt buttons are undone, and he helps me push it off too. His chest is exposed, ready for me to touch. My fingers run enthusiastically along the planes of his torso, the little dusting of hair tickling my sensitive fingertips. My arms snake around his back, just as my shirt too makes its way to the floor.
My heart thuds in my chest, anticipating what is possibly about to happen. Desire pulses through my veins as my hands reach for the button of his trousers, just as he pushes me up against the wall, kissing and nipping at my neck. My eyes roll into the back of my head as I manage to push his trousers down a little, and he steps out of them, leaving him only in boxers. Impatient hands drift over his lean body, playing with the hem of his boxers as he manages to free me of my skirt, and soon I'm only in my knickers and bra, just boxers for him.
Picking me up, he hoists my legs around his waist and carries me towards the bed, hot lips kissing the tops of my breasts. As he throws me onto the bed and crawls on top of me, my free hand sneaks down and cups the bulge in his boxers, rubbing gently and causing him to moan against my skin, his tone laced with lust and want. The other remains clinging to his hair, completely covered by the silky strands.
I move so I'm propped up against the pillows, and he reaches behind me and removes my bra, eyes drinking in the sight of my exposed breasts, nipples hard as marble and craving his touch. He obliges my leaning down and covering one with his hot, wet lips, sending sensations exploding throughout my body. I moan softly, this is a dream come true.
However much I am embarrassed to admit it, I meant that statement quite literally too.
We crawl under the covers, and he shifts up and kisses me feverishly, sucking determinedly on my tongue. If my pulse increases any more, I'm sure I'd pass out.
And in a way, that's kind of what happened.
With our limbs tangled together, foreheads resting against each other, we drift off, energy completely drained. It seems like the overdose of wine has eventually gotten the better of us and even through our lust-driven brains we can't stay awake. Even though when I wake up I figure I'll be extremely disappointed that we didn't quite make it to that stage, but there's always another time. Always another time...
Dammit, that wine! Please review and tell me what you think, your kind reviews really encourage me, and I'm not lying ;)