A/N: We're all safe here from Hurricane Irma. She knocked down a few bushes, but we're still with power! Hope everyone else finds them safe!
Here's the date with a long awaited M from our very turned on Matthew. He's rather vulgar in the beginning, but mmmmmm. I do believe I like him this way. Poor suppressed sod. Sorry not sorry for Dirty!Matthew. Also, all in his POV. For those Geo. Nerds – ignore the fact that you have to cross water to get from Cardiff to Bristol unless you want an hour long car ride. I REALLY wanted to do Primrose Café. So I did. Muah!
Enjoy darlings! It's a long one!
I woke up apprehensive, elated, and horny as fuck. The memory of her hair – I wanted it wrapped around my wrist tightly again, such a strange thought. I wanted her locks tickling my thighs.
Get a fucking grip Matthew – I thought opening my eyes to the too bright morning light.
I stood up and pulled at my boxers, adjusting their rather uncomfortable position. A shower was needed to distract myself from the damn erection I currently battled to aim just to bloody pee. It'd been a long while since I didn't feel the heavy weight of my cock and pay attention to it, but I had a damn date!
I started sudding up my hair, which had grown out since Genisys - a nearly concluded film. Fringe and all once again fell into my eyes.
The eucalyptus body wash I'd recently acquired calmed my muscles that still ached just slightly from all the filming. Although it had been a welcome distraction and there were subtle perks in my strength and overall body. I didn't mind. I slid down my legs and instantly remembered Amelia on the counter at Universal.
She had been fucking glorious… my sweet girl.
"Damnit all to Hell."
The loofa dropped instantly from my hand as I grabbed my cock – stroking slowly as I felt my muscles shift and tighten. I hardened even further pushing through my tight fist only slightly wishing my fingers weren't so long – hers were tiny and I wanted them all over me. But long came in handy when I stroked her as far as I could – fingers buried in a wet pussy – hers.
A resounding fuck echoed off my walls.
I turned to face my hips into the water, bracing my weak knees by holding onto the wall. She'd be so much tighter, wetter than a steady stream of water. Her scent surrounding me – coaxing my fingers, my cock further, deeper.
With balls aching at the need to release and cock twitching I slid my hand slower across myself. I brought forward an image I hadn't thought of in quite some time – her throat stretched beautifully with me buried deeply.
I started to come remembering her words, but pushed myself into oversensitivity. I let my cock pulse strongly as I came sans hands, but by body wasn't done. I rolled tight balls softly as if she were cradling them, as they no longer fell heavily between my legs – they were sensitive, sending electricity through my whole body.
I soon grabbed again and groaned deeply, remembering. She had blinked, fucking blinked when my dick was buried in her throat and I'd come watching her throat bob trying to keep up with my come.
"Ameliaaa," I whined to no one – hips jerking erratically.
And came again, pushing and pulling at an aching cock. My thighs quaked as I came down panting. I released myself slowly, shivering as I did so, and let the water erase the traces of orgasm away.
God, sweet girl, always so beautiful…
Hissing, I toweled off and dried my body, cock once again heavy between my legs.
I couldn't just masturbate all day – I had a date!
Leaving the house put me in a state of extreme excitement to finally see her. We'd get there – I mused.
"Matthew, I may have lived here for 6 months, but I don't know where everything is!" She exclaimed.
We'd chosen to take my car and I reveled in the feeling of once again being able to hold her hand as I drove.
"Yes, but what kind of date would I be if I simply let you win on everything and left no surprises for you to find?" It was a cheeky response, but warranted.
She huffed in feign annoyance as a rebellious lock of hair fell back from where she'd blown it.
Hair, wrists.
"Road, Matthew."
"Mmm, you brilliant girl."
She smiled as I pulled into a parking space. Sat in front of a domed building I watched her try to fit the puzzle pieces together. I'd managed to stump her. She only looked at me with question in her eyes after a tick.
"A planetarium!"
She laughed brilliantly, bright teeth shining with happiness and innocence. "I actually didn't know they had those here! You're incorrigible!"
"Ay, my middle name dear!" I hopped out quickly and went over to her side of the car – opening her door and offering her a hand.
"Milady…"
She simply blushed prettily and took my outstretched hand twining her fingers with mine.
The parking lot wasn't desolate, but I was happy for the small gathering of cars there. We walked across the pavement as her eyes floated above us like she couldn't believe she was seeing this August sky again. I imagine it was quite hot in Florida at the moment, but she was in a sundress, still able to wear a light sweater. Her hair swayed around her face like leaves of a tree, but she caught it and pushed it over one shoulder as we stepped up to the front door. I'd realized I'd meant to survey more of the property, but couldn't get enough of surveying her beauty.
I gestured for her to walk in with the hand I'd been holding, and at her pout of my letting go soon grasped her hand once again – kissing her on the side of the head.
The front desk lady didn't look up as we approached so I rocked on my heels a bit.
"Hello, showing for two? Should be under Smith."
Her surly face let me know she had no idea who I was and an audible sigh of relief nearly escaped my mouth.
"Starts in 20," she said placing the tickets on the desk. Not another word.
"Thanks then!"
Amelia and I all but skipped down the hallway trying not to laugh. And I was thankful the stardom had died down a bit after they'd announced Capaldi. Amelia had been with me for the last day of filming and for the Christmas episode, thankfully. I couldn't have gotten through that without her. We entered the already darkened theatre and I turned my phone off willing that I wouldn't get a call from the Genisys producer. It was over in just under a week and I just wanted to be with her.
She squeezed my hand as if she knew what I was thinking and I took her waist before she could actually sit down next to me. She plopped down on my lap instead, facing the big structure in the middle.
"Nope, little one." I whispered against her neck.
There was no one in here, no one to be weary of. I just wanted contact.
"Matt! We can't!"
She was helpless and she knew it. I ran my hands under her dress just lightly, not daring to go above mid thigh. We weren't there yet. Well, she wasn't. I absolutely was, but she needed time. This was just fun flirting.
"Ah, but we can. There's no one even in here love," I replied grinding my growing cock against her. Not the best pants to wear Matthew.
She wiggled slightly on me before totally shifting and turning round front. Her hands carded into the hairs at the base of my neck and I groaned, grabbing her hips and pulling her forward more as I slid to slouch a bit more than necessary in the seat.
"But you're…"
"But I'm…"
"God, this is fast, but I've missed it so much," and she kissed me. She kissed me like she had all those months prior to her departure. Kissed me like she was siphoning a lifeline from me.
She dipped her tongue ever so slightly between my lips and I caught a taste of her before she pulled away, ducking her head to fall at my neck.
"Mmmph, you taste of cinnamon and vanilla. Devine, sweet girl," I replied thrusting helplessly once into her ass that settled right above my cock.
"Where did that come from? The um… nickname?" She asked breathlessly.
"The first thing that came into my head the night I saw you at the Gala…" It was true, but not completely honest. I'd also thought that stroking my cock in the shower imagining her wrapped around me in the shower and stroking her hair – complimenting her superior sucking skills with a sweet girl.
"Hello ladies and gentleman…"
She giggled; fucking giggled and then made to move off of me. "Please, just stay put, like this?" I pleaded. Her warmth felt so good.
"But then you can't see…"
I wrapped my arms around her as she settled her back against my chest and willed my dick to calm the fuck down as I rubbed circles on her stomach.I had to make myself look up at the pictures of the night sky and not the rise and fall of her tight chest.
"I have everything I need to see right here," I replied quietly in her ear.
As the show began our presenter began in a calm voice. He spoke of how the night sky appeared to Earth, and showed the night sky from other points in the Universe and even time. Astrological facts and stories passed slowly, but flew by at the same time across the ceiling of the planetarium. Amelia gasped at some, wiped her eyes at a few, and when it was all finished managed to slow her heartbeat to the exact rhythm of the music.
We stayed a few moments after everyone had left – a peace settling over us both.
I was just about to have her move, but she surprised me whispering against my lips and then kissing me soundly.
"I fell for a space man."
I cradled her to my side, but did not speak. Perhaps I was overwhelmed to have her back in my arms again? Whatever it was I kept moving with her in had at a slow pace towards the door. When we stepped outside she stepped in front of me, placing a hand on my cheek that I easily leaned into.
"You never cease to amaze me. That was truly wonderful," she breathed out with all honesty and love.
"I'm glad you enjoyed," I smiled.
We spent the walk to the car quite quiet as I kept my head down for any potential fans to recognize, but we made it safely.
"That's not quite it though yet, is it? We still have a lunch to attend. Do you mind sitting outside?"
"No, not at all. August is much more enjoyable here."
I rolled down my window and we drove a few miles across Bristol Planetarium to Primrose Café. I took her hand once again as we walked across the street to the café door – a hostess stood smiling outside, a stark contrast to the woman at the Planetarium.
"Mr. Smith," she said rather quietly, but still excitedly.
"Hello," a quick glance at her nametag, "Kirsty. Are there any seats on your roof garden by chance?"
She nodded a little to enthusiastically and Amelia curled herself closer to me. I laughed and obliged as Kirsty told us to follow her.
"Your waiter will be right with you, Sir."
"Thank you very much," I replied. She lingered a bit too long, but I simply took a that opportunity to look to Amelia who looked as if she was caught between smiling at the poor girls crush or pissed the girl even considered looking at me.
"Why don't you look at the menu, love. She won't be back," I suggested casually.
"Mmm, sorry."
"There's nothing to be sorry for Amelia. I find it… endearing," I replied taking her hand across the table.
"It's not – it's territorial and weird."
"Hush, find out what you want you mad girl."
We both shook our heads and looked at our menus. I already knew what I'd order, but I gave her the benefit of being able to look to hers without me gawking at her and checked the wine list. She was still mulling over the menu when I looked up, but was now biting her lip. She'd surly be the death of me.
"The Deluxe Fish Finger sounds classically amazing," she said finally releasing her lip.
"Mmm, it's amazing. This place is famous for sourcing locally as well."
"What're you getting then?"
"That'll be the Pulled Smoked Chicken I do believe."
"Welcome to Primrose! What can I get the lovely couple today?"
Our waiter had approached and I was happily relieved to see a man. As much as her apparent jealousy warmed my heart I wanted this to be enjoyable for her.
"We'll start with the Picpoul de Pinet. And what would you like to eat sweet girl?" Yes, I'd purposely decided to speak fluent fucking French because it would make her decidedly wet. The way I liked her.
"I…um… I'll have the Deluxe Fish Finger sandwich, no tomatoes please, with the sweet potato wedges as well," she replied.
I snickered slightly as she stuttered through her order, but composed myself.
"On Hobbs House or Granary luv?"
"Granary, please."
"Of course," he jotted down her full order and turned to me. "And you sir?"
"I'll have the Pulled Smoked Chicken, with the wedges as well, please."
"I'll return with your wine. Salad alright for the appetizer?"
"Yes."
He nodded politely and walked off to place the orders.
I turned to Amelia who was starting intently at me like a thought had suddenly crossed her mind. Hoping it wasn't troubling I probed.
"What are you thinking?" I took her hand from across the table and her eyes flitted to our clasped hands back to my eyes.
"Couple." One word.
"Yes couple…"
"Are we?" We both began at the same time, laughing only momentarily. I motioned for her to begin, not trusting my own voice as we sat.
"I'd love nothing more than to be again… but I fully well understand if it's not –." She stopped short.
I inhaled knowing my thoughts on the matter. Had known since she got back I suppose.
"Did we ever really end? I never stopped thinking of you, wishing I could only just call on you."
"I wanted to call so many times, but I thought you'd…"
Moved on, left, quit caring – what love?
"Never what?"
"Here we are! Wine and salad," our waiter announced. It truly wasn't his fault, but Amelia ducked her head hiding her face behind her hair like a veil of protection.
Gods, had she really thought…
"Thank you," I told him quickly and slid her salad towards her. "Here, duck in dear."
We ate for a few moments in silence just watching the people below. I gave her a few moments to recover and waited for her to look at me once again. She did just as she licked a droplet of dressing from her bottom lip.
"I never would have let you go if I knew you'd suffer virtually alone. I could've been there…"
"I never gave you a chance Matt," she replied regrettably. Her eyes welled up quickly, but no tears fell as of yet.
"Please, don't cry. I couldn't bear it here. I want to do this, I do," I said motioning between us. This talk. "But I don't want to do it here. Not where I can't…"
Hold you. Kiss you. Wipe your tears away. It all went unspoken.
"Then tell me something, anything. What did you do in the meantime?" She asked sniffing and stopping the emotional flood that was about to reign like a tsunami over us both.
"Genisys," I replied smiling.
We talked about the training involved to become Alex and agreed we'd have to have a movie night. That I knew she wouldn't let me down on as much as she knew I hated watching myself. She regaled me with talk about how anxious J had been to get her back to Lutwidge. So much so that he gave her a new office. I scoffed at her telling her it was just her charm before winking.
And all too soon lunch was over. However, my phone rang and I gave her my card to pay.
"Tip whatever darling," I said apologizing with my eyes.
"Hi, Smith here."
"Smith!" Lussier exclaimed.
"Hullo, mate. How are you?"
"I'm good. We're almost wrapping up here. Just wanted to check if you'd be joining us in America for the end of filming party? Everyone had a blast with you." He was one of the writers and kindest men I knew.
"I can't, no. She came back if you catch my drift," I replied happily.
"No worries man. I hope we get to work together once again. You did Alex good justice. Go get your girl. We're all happy for you here."
"Thanks man." We hung up and I took a moment to look at Amelia from across the landing. She was sat on her chair, hair framing her face as she filled out the check, and flowers behind her. She was beautiful and she was back. It was all worth it.
I stepped behind her chair and swiped her hair around one shoulder. "Come, lets' get you home. I have a few loose ends to tie up, but Rob mentioned dinner if you'd like? They're leaving next week."
She nodded and took my hand as we drove in a companionable silence back to her flat to separate before going to dinner with our two closest friends. I felt like I could take the offer only just now. Having been terrified I'd eventually lose my shit and chase her down to America before, but I could do this with her by my side.
"Hello, yes. It's Smith. I'd be delighted to do Parsons!"
A/N: I took some liberties with geography of Bristol and Cardiff. Right now we're in about August with our loves. I'm attempting to get this as close to actual filming as possible. Genisys ended filming just as Amelia got there. Matt is going to pick up filming for PPZ (amazing film fyi). Next chapter is just fluff filler really. Just a little fun between our two loves.
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