New chapter at last! Sorry if it's a bit slow and boring, but Spain's coming up soon. Also, all mistakes are my own... sorry if there's any. Hope you enjoy!
After a full English breakfast downstairs in the dining hall of the hotel (which was absolutely delicious), we'd decided to spend the rest of our day out shopping in the streets of Cardiff. Later on I had a play to perform in one of the nearby theatres, so we had to be back in time for that. Matt said he'd come and watch me, much to my excitement, since my parents were probably going to be there too. Well, they said they'd come. And if they did then they might get a chance to meet him.
So far we'd only had a few fan encounters, and luckily none asked any questions about me. Most of them were quite young, and it was quite a relief that we hadn't met any crazed fangirls (like myself) yet.
I didn't expect to be staying the night in a hotel and therefore didn't bring any spare clothes or a lot of money, so Matt kindly bought me a few, if quite expensive, items of clothing. He was ever so generous. After a while I acquired a £50 denim jacket, a £45 Diesel pair of skinny jeans and a £32 scarf. Once we'd bought them I put them all on, along with a cool pair of light-brown tinted shades I'd brought along with me, and I completely looked the part.
Matt was wearing that cool leather jacket and a pair of similar shades, except they were the men's type of course. Luckily as we walked hand-in-hand down the street we didn't seem to attract that much attention.
But my concentration kept drifting back to this morning. That amazing experience – I couldn't take my mind off of it. The scenes kept replaying in my mind as if they were stuck on repeat. Those feelings were implanted into my memory. I'd never forget his light touches, the feeling of his lips against my skin. He seems to sense that I was drifting and turns to me, chuckling lightly when he notices my distant expression.
"Head in the clouds?"
Shaking out of my daydream, I smile when I realise what he said, I was kind of dreaming, although a better word would be remembering. Remembering and reliving. I wanted to relive that moment over and over again.
"Yeah... just thinking," I confess, but he sees straight through me.
"Thinking about what?"
"Nothing... just t-this morning... ish," I blurt out, no longer in control of my mouth. I immediately feel embarrassed, and blush a bright shade of red, trying to make him not notice, but he does.
"Nothing to be embarrassed about... at least not around me," he says, tilting his head slightly to look down at me in the eyes. "If it was around, say your mum, then you would need to be embarrassed. Very."
I grin and rest my head on his shoulder, and in return he rests his against mine. This is perfect, just the pair of us, walking together. I couldn't have wished for anything better.
We decide we're a bit peckish and turn into a Costa Coffee, grabbing a cup of hot chocolate each and sitting beside the window, watching the people and the traffic go by whilst sipping our warm drinks. We talk about all sorts – from bad days at work to funny childhood memories, and I tell him about the time when I fell flat on my face into a massive puddle of mud at school in PE, and came out with my clothes entirely caked in mud. We both laugh together at the mental image of me covered in mud. In return I get some stories about him, and we end up laughing so hard that we're almost spitting our hot chocolate across the table.
After a while we finish our hot chocolates but don't stop talking. Then he decides to ask me about when I started 'liking' him, and I go into a massive ramble about watching Doctor Who almost every day, all the posters of him I (still) have on my wall, and the way that me and my friends would exchange pictures of him over the internet. He laughs when I mention that I spent hours scrolling down Google Images looking at pictures of him. After making a slightly flirtatious comment, soon enough both of our lips are suctioned together, hands all over each other.
When we finally manage to break for air, he asks to see all these 'pictures', and I start scrolling through the entire collection on my phone. He looks rather impressed with my 600-strong collection, but a slight blush creeps onto both of our cheeks when I come to a picture of him taking his trousers off to reveal a pair of swim shorts underneath.
Leaving the café, we spend a few more hours looking around shops and buying the occasional item of clothing, then we decide it's time to get moving. It'll take a decent few hours to get back to where I live, so we need to get there early so I can prepare for the play I'm doing. But the car journey isn't as tedious with both of us in there together, singing along to the most stupid songs and giggling at silly jokes.
I quickly send a text to Sophie saying that we were coming home, and she replies saying that she's getting ready for the play and can't wait to see me back safe and sound.
The remainder of the car journey passes in a blur of flirtatious comments and random chatter. I tell him where mine and Sophie's house is, and he pulls into the driveway, and we both walk inside to find Sophie putting on her costume whilst plucking a crisp from a packet on a nearby table.
"Oh my goodness, Beth, you're back!" Sophie grins cheerfully, and we embrace each other in a tight hug. "I see you brought Smithers with you."
"Indeed I did." We break from the hug and face each other, massive grins plastered on our faces. "He's coming to watch us tonight."
"Really?! Oh god, that's amazing!" Sophie exclaims, "And your parents are in the living room. You might want to go and say hi to them."
"Of course!" I smile, grabbing Matt's hand. "Come on sexy, let's go meet my parents!"
He stumbles after me as I charge down the hallway, and almost trips up when I turn into the living room. My parents are on the sofa watching crap TV and drinking coffee, and don't notice our presence at first.
"Mum! Dad!" I squeal happily, and both of their heads whip around to see me grinning down at them, Matt nervously hovering behind me.
Mum's first to speak. "Bethany, dear! How are you? And – oh my god, you were telling the truth."
I giggle silently at Dad's shocked expression. His mouth opens to speak, but words refuse to come out.
Matt and I sit down on the sofa next to the one they're on, and I sling my legs over his lap, snuggling into his shoulder in which he doesn't protest.
"So, mum, dad? All those times you said 'in your dreams', and look who's next to me now."
"Well..." Mum murmurs, eyes still wide with shock. "I-I don't know what to say... well done? I'm very proud of you?"
I grin happily, chuckling to myself silently. "And I haven't even introduced everyone! Matt – my mum, Sandra, and my dad, Kelvin. Mum, dad – my gorgeous boyfriend – Matt."
Everyone laughs quietly as Matt and my parents all stand up and shake hands. I giggle silently at their formalness, but they hug each other afterwards which is a little less formal. After a few kisses on the cheeks and brief hellos, everyone returns to their normal seating positions and not much is said after that apart from my parents muttering to each other.
"Hey, Beth! You better start getting ready soon, we haven't got much longer to go before the play! And we don't want to be late!"
I turn around and peer over the top of the sofa at Sophie who's peeping round the edge of the door, all ready in her costume. She's always ready before me. More organised, I suppose.
"Yeah, coming!" I call back, leaping off of the sofa and pulling Matt up with me, then turning to look at my parents. "I'm just going to get ready, I won't be too long!"
"Now, now, don't lie," Dad quips jokily, and I shoot him a sarcastic pout as I begin striding out of the door and up towards my bedroom.
"Am I coming with you?" Matt questions as I place my hand on the handle of my bedroom door, freezing like a statue and turning around to face him. He looks down at me, fringe hanging over his eyes in such a way that makes me want to wrap my arms tightly around him and kiss him senseless. But it wasn't like I didn't get that feeling very often, in fact I got it quite a lot.
"It's up to you," I place a hand over his heart and gaze up into his eyes. "You can either watch me get changed, which I know you want to, or go downstairs and talk to my parents."
He blushes slightly that I can read him just like that. I know what he's going to choose. "You don't... mind?"
"Why would I? Of course I don't mind, else I wouldn't of asked you. But on one condition – you don't mind being stared at by hundreds of posters of yourself."
"What!?"
My response is a cute giggle as I push the door open and step inside. Shutting the door behind him, Matt stares in awe at the cosy little room I own, walls almost covered with posters representing the various fandoms I obsess over, and an entire wall dedicated to pictures of him.
His cheeks turn bright red as he examines all of the pictures of him, memories rushing back. I can hear him mumbling something along the lines of 'did I really look like that?'
"You like it?" I ask quietly against his ear, hands on his shoulders as I gently nuzzle his neck. He nods and turns to place a kiss on my temple.
"That is... quite a collection you have there, love," he observes, eyes roaming over my vast collection, brow furrowed. "Wow... where did you get them all from?"
"The internet," I respond simply with a smile, then practically leap across my room and shift through the wardrobe contents to find my costume.
After a quick inspection of my collection of pictures, Matt strides over to the hanging chair that I have beside my wardrobe, climbing inside. It's basically like a giant sack with a hole in the front and some cushions inside. It's quite squished, but still comfortable once you find a good position.
He looks like a small child on a swing as he kicks his legs back and forth, grinning. I let out a small giggle as I finally find my costume, laying it out on my bed and quickly turning back to him.
"Matt, you look like a child," I observe jokily, and he immediately stops swinging, blushing that I caught him doing it.
"Sorry..." he murmurs, jumping out of the 'chair' and onto his feet, watching with wide eyes as I pull my shirt over my head.
"No... it's fine, I was only joking," I reassure him, "You're welcome to sit on there, I just found it funny."
He smiles then jumps back on the 'chair', peeking his head around the corner as I remove my skinny jeans, leaving myself in only a bra and knickers. Smirking to myself, I tip-toe towards him, he's still in the swing, humming a tune and trying not to stare too much. For a second he doesn't notice me leap onto his lap, and lets out a surprised whimper, but when he realises I'm barely wearing anything his eyes widen again and roam the curves of my body.
"Uh..." he doesn't know how to react and slips his arms around my waist, smoothing them over my thighs. His touch sears through me, and I curl my legs up and cheekily rub my leg against the bulge in his trousers. Not expecting this at all he lets out a soft moan, growing stiffer as I begin to kiss his neck.
"A-Are you sure this will be able to hold both of us?" he asks as I begin to kiss his jawline. My response is a purr as I press my lips to his, catching his bottom lip between my teeth and pulling his mouth open, darting my tongue inside to meet his. Growling with lust his hands move up to cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples through the fabric. I moan into his mouth, hand slipping down and resting on his stomach, inching lower.
Soon the 'chair' is swinging back and forth as we kiss passionately, my fingers toying with the button of his trousers. He brings a hand down himself and undoes the button, and I pull down the zip and slip my hand inside, cupping him gently. A low groan escapes his lips as he places his hand over mine.
I almost have a heart attack when I hear a knock at the door. Since she's probably used to coming into my room and not expecting an intense make out on the 'chair', the door creaks open and I hastily pull the two edges of the hole in the front together, curling my legs inside so we're squashed together.
"Go away!" I yell out, and I sigh as I hear footsteps coming towards me. Matt hurriedly does up his trousers and pulls a cushion out from underneath him to hide the now obvious bulge which has formed.
"Beth, what are you doing in there?" Sophie being Sophie, she pulls the two edges of the hole apart, and gasps when she sees us curled up together. I shoot her a death glare and tuck me knees up to my chest.
"For God's sake, what did I say?" I snap, and she worriedly steps back.
"I-I didn't know, I'm sorry," Sophie mutters, frowning when she notices the conveniently placed cushion. "Whatexactly were you doing in there anyway? We have to get going!"
I growl in frustration as I hear another pair of footsteps enter the room. Sophie's teeth clench in guilt as she tries to make an exit.
"Bethany, are you ready?" it's my mum.
"Mum!" I scream in anger, cuddling close to Matt to try and hide my exposed body as she makes her way closer. "Please go!"
"What the-" she shrieks as she spots the pair of us, red cheeked and and lips sore from the furious kissing.
"Go away!"
"We don't have time for this dear, you can make out in your chair swing later! You're supposed to be getting ready for the play. I don't like having to talk to you like a child, you're old enough now that I thought you'd know and be a little more punctual!"
"Go away mum!"
Huffing exasperatedly, she hurriedly exits the room along with Sophie, and I hear the sound of the door being slammed.
"Sorry, it was my fault... I embarrassed both of us," I admit worriedly, bowing my head in shame.
"No, of course it wasn't your fault," Matt wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him. "Just a bit of bad luck, that's all. Anyway, no matter how much I'd love to continue, I think we better start hurrying up."
I nod in agreement, slipping out of the cosy 'chair' and standing up again, my limbs cold and stiff from the close proximity and the warmth of being cuddled up to him. He quickly follows, grabbing my comb from the shelf beneath my mirror and redoing his messed up hair. Finally I'm in my costume, wincing from the annoying itching sensation.
Once he's finished with his hair, he turns around, eyes widening as he admires me in my flowing turquoise dress. It clings to my curves perfectly, despite my cheeks being slightly flushed from arousal. He slowly begins to walk towards me, eyes roaming my body as he places his hands lightly on my hips, smoothing them up and down my sides.
"Wow... you look stunning," he smiles, arms slipping around my waist and pulling me closer to him. Gradually he leans down, intending to connect our lips, which I assist him with by smacking my lips quickly to his and sucking determinedly on his tongue. Moaning throatily he cups my arse, grinding his hips against mine and pushing me against the wall, our hands all over each other. Mine manage to slip underneath his shirt, smoothing up and down the bare skin of his chest. We can't seem to help ourselves, he seems so turned on by the sight of me in my dress and I can't resist him either. That hair; I long to touch it but don't want to ruin it again so he'd have to redo it.
Eventually we have to break for air, our foreheads touching and our hot breath mingling. He's so close I can see all the emerald green streaks radiating out along the rings of his irises. He's just so... perfect.
"Better get going," he grins, taking my hand and pulling me with him out the door.
/\\\
It takes a good few hours to get to the location of the theatre, and once we're there we stretch our legs and relish in the chilly air that cools our skin from the heat of being confined within the car. It's almost dark, the car park packed full of cars. This is quite a popular event, so I'm not surprised. Still, a nervous shudder racks my body at all the people that'll be watching. Not that I'm worried; I've done this plenty of times before.
My dress has quite short sleeves which doesn't exactly help keep my arms warm. As we begin to walk towards the building, my teeth begin to chatter as I wrap my arms tightly around myself in an attempt to keep warm. Noticing this, Matt shrugs off his jacket and wraps it around my shoulders, and slings his arm around for good measure. Smiling thankfully, I pull the jacket closer to myself and snuggle into his body, relishing in the warmth and comfort it provides.
Luckily the building is not that far away, and I let out a breath of relief when the warm air of the building begins to warm me up. Once we've showed our passes, we're waved through into a small lobby with a few seats, and a door to the main hall. I turn to everyone.
"OK... I'll see you all soon," I declare with a smile, hugging my family in turn and then turning to Matt. I lean up and press my lips to his in a brief kiss. He smiles down at me and brings his hands up to cup my cheeks.
"Good luck," he exclaims, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "I know you can do it. I bet you're a brilliant actress. Maybe one day you could do Doctor Who."
Letting out a breathy chuckle, I place my hands over his. "I wish. I'm no where near as good as you."
"Don't say that, love," he moves his hands to my hips, resting them there. "You'll be amazing. I can't wait to see you."
"I love you," I place a quick kiss on his lips and he smiles down at me, wrapping his arms tightly around me and burying his head in my hair, mine on his shoulder.
He whispers into my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine. "I love you too. Now, you better get going, Miss Jackson. Do good, and remember, I'll be watching you."
Kissing my cheek briefly, he grins as I begin to make my way towards backstage, taking several deep breaths. Sophie is quick to follow behind me. No pressure, then.
/\\\
A thin layer of sweat greases my forehead as I hurriedly change out of my costume into some basic clothes to go home in provided by the people who run the play. My head pounds from all the yelling and cheering, my throat raw from all the speaking. My eyes have massive multi-coloured blobs floating around in front of them from the bright lights of the stage. Letting out a long sigh, I quickly exchange goodbyes with my fellow performers and make my way back to the lobby, followed by Sophie.
My heart pounds when I see Matt and my family sitting in some of the chairs beside the wall, waiting for me. His face lights up when he spots me and hurriedly gets up and rushes over to me. We embrace in a tight hug, his hand smoothing up and down my back. I'm so tired that I could probably almost fall asleep right here.
"You were magnificent," he beams cheerfully, kissing my forehead. "That was amazing! You should definitely be my next companion."
"I wish I could be," I remark with a hint of disappointment. "But I'm knackered, we need to get back."
"I've got more filming tomorrow," Matt explains, looking at me sympathetically. "In Cardiff. I'll have to go to my flat tonight – it starts quite early in the morning and I don't want to be late."
My eyes cloud over with disappointment. "But... I wanted you to stay, with me."
His hands move up to cup my cheeks gently. "So do I, but I have to go... I'm sorry."
"How long til Spain?" I decide to promptly change the topic of the conversation in order to stop myself from getting all upset.
He looks up at me and smiles. "A few days, you better get packing soon. Tickets are all booked, hotels and that are fine. We'll get a good few days at the start to chillax on the beach, but after that we have to get filming. It's not a leisure trip after all. So – I think Steven said we'll be meeting up at Heathrow Airport on Thursday, so two more days. I'll tell you more info when I get it."
I nod, taking his hand and holding it in my own. "I really look forward to it. It'll be nice spending some time together."
"Ye-"
"OH MY GOD!"
We both whip round to see two kids – a boy and a girl, both about ten. They're screaming and jumping up and down.
"IT'S THE DOCTOR!"
Chuckling to myself, I pat his arm and gesture in the direction of the kids, taking a step back to allow them to do whatever they needed to do. I see them pull their mother in his direction and she takes some pictures which he willingly agrees to, also quickly signing a piece of paper for them. The ordeal seems to attract a lot more people, and soon there's a mini huddle in the middle of the lobby.
Poor Matt, I think to myself. He has to deal with this all the time.
People crowd for pictures and autographs and I try to stand there as nonchalantly as I can. Don't mind me.
Well it looked like I was going to be waiting here for some time.
/\\\
After he'd been mobbed by a crowd of Who fans, Matt was finally free to be with me again. We drove back to the house and Matt got back in his car, after a bit of kissing and hugging. He notices the look of despair in my eyes and gets out of the car, hugging me tightly. I feel like sobbing, but don't want to appear like the overly-obsessed girlfriend. He's only going for a couple of days, I'll see him soon. But after all this I don't think I can cope with even a few days. After everything I've been through. It's just been so much to cope with.
"I love you so much," I sniff against his shoulder, trying to hold back tears. I don't want to look like a baby, and manage to hold them back with some difficulty. But I want him to stay with me forever, I want him to live with me, which I know isn't possible quite yet.
"I love you too, my Bethany Jackson," he whispers against my ear.
"My Matt Smith," I smile at him, and without thought our lips are reconnected, crashing furiously on and off each other, tongues touching and breath intermingling. My arms are wrapped tightly around him, never wanting to let go. But the need for air overcomes us and we reluctantly break apart.
"I'll see you in a couple of days, love. If you miss me too much, call me."
"I will miss you, after all this; everything we've been through," I admit sheepishly, looking to the ground. "Goodbye. I love you, remember that."
"Oh, I will," he chuckles and kisses my forehead, giving me a cute smile before getting into his car. The door is slammed and the engine revs to life. As he reverses out, we wave to each other and blow kisses. Soon he's disappearing down the road and all I can do is stare at the retreating shape of his car.
Suddenly I feel empty without him. I feel it'll be hard to cope during these last few days before we meet again, this time to go to Spain. But I have to suck it up, grit my teeth and get on with life. With a long sigh which sends my breath puffing out into the night air, I begin to make my way inside.
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