Late night walk //Matthew - Kya

"Such.. a gentleman you are turning out to be, but asking for permission... from you, is kinda hot." I'm anything but a gentleman. Never have been. Max might be that type but not me. The way she says the word 'hot' though has me breathing a little harder.
Kyanite is hot. That's for sure. The way she purses her lips, leans back just a little, shifting her hips and raising her chin. It's sexy.

I follow her lead to the counter and never let my body stray from hers. I need this closeness after the long absence.

The way we kiss is so passionate I could just climb right up there on the counter next to the pot of soup that's sitting there hot but lonely and useless.
"What about right here?" I clap my hands on the counter top on either side of her hips.

My hand finds hers and I lead her away from the kitchen, past the window that displays a nice sunset and over to the living room where I sit down on the comfortable brown sofa with the big cushions and blankets.
I pull her down towards me until she has no other choice but to sit on my lap and wrap my arms around her like a second skin.
No words are spoken, just a few butterfly kisses exchanged. one on her forehead, one on the cheek with the scar, one..after I push aside her top on her exposed shoulder.
It still feels a little colder than usually.

My right hand sneaks into her long dark locks that are dangling freely around her shoulders and run through them until I let it rest on her back closing my eyes for just a moment to hold on to this feeling. I want to take it with me when I go back next week.

"Love bite." I repeat her words with a slight smile playing on my lips and look down on my arm. The line has long faded to white. It'll stay there for good but it doesn't bother me because it's from her. The ones that Mark inflicted on her beautiful face bug the shit out of me though. Not because it makes her ugly. It doesn't. Nothing would. But because Mark had the audacity to do such a thing. I hate him for it. Not now though.
Right now I feel nothing but love for the girl I'm with and every inch of her body and her beauty.

Through half closed eyes I watch her as she runs her hand along my jaw and to the back of my neck. I feel like I'm in a daze. Lost in this moment. All I feel is her.
"I. love. everything. about. you."

She's such a turn on. How can she possibly make me...ME...feel this good about myself. Does she really love everything? The ugly parts, the darkness, the...real me?
I guess she does because she's seen it all and yet she's here telling me this.

"No body else has ever made me feel this way. No body... but you."
"Good." I purr. But has nobody ever tried to either? Not even Max? Now is not the time to ask...I'll save that for another time.

My hand holds on to her hair as gently as possible as I whisper in her ear.
"I want you."
Again I feel her nip on my ear and groan. "You're going to make me loose my mind."
My hold on her becomes a little rougher as I lean my head back and pull her down with me.
I'm pretty sure she can feel every inch of me the way she's sitting on top of me.
So I start running my other hand along her ribs down to her hip until I can slip my fingers under the rim of her jeans.

Is this what love is? Is this what it's suppose to feel like? Laying beside the one person that has done nothing but kept me close and held me when I needed it? Even now, as his arm is wrapped around me I feel this warm sensation. Something inside of me is telling me that this is right. That Matthew is the one that I've chosen to love. The one I let those words slip out to. I love you, too, Matthew Dunham. I remember the words. The way I felt when I said it to him. Did he feel the same when he said it first? I look up to him, opening my eyes, and see that look on his face. What just happened between the both of us, seemed to be different from the other times.

A connection.

"I love you." I reach my hand up slowly to him, my fingers moving across his cheek and down to his shoulder slowly. There is no emotion on my face. Just surveying his features. Tracing the skin as if I'm trying to map him out. This time, I don't ever want to lose him. I don't want to have to spend time away. Even though I'm young, is it possible to find 'the one' so early? Cause if it's possible, I think I may have.

"Matthew." I finally grin, and push up him letting my lips graze his shoulder where my fingers were just previous. I relax against him and pull the sheet up to my chin. A heavy sigh follows. "I love you, too."

My eyes begin to close a few times, exhaustion wanting to pull me under, but I don't want to. Not yet. This feeling with him is so surreal. With a teasing remark, even though I know we're spent, I let my voice reach his ears.

"We should do that again..." And to show him I'm game, I reach up and let my lips brush up against his ear, then rest my chin against his chest. My breaths coming out fast, yet shallow.

I'm tired, exhausted even, but who said you had to stop just because of that reason? How is it possible that having another go would be necessary? Evidently, even though Matthew seems like he's had enough, I, on the other hand, just want more. Maybe it's just me though? Perhaps, he's right when he asks me about it being 'right now'. It puts this huge grin on my face the way he tells me that I will just have to come and get it cause he's that tired. I chuckle slightly and let my head drop just slightly.

He kisses me and I can feel the smile on his lips, which in turn, does the same for me. His hands are already going to work again, touching my skin. Making me feel wanted and , in a turn of events, loved. How does he do this to me? Make me feel completely worthy of something so incredibly rare to find?

"Is that a challenge, I hear?" I tease him and with a second wind, I push up and just as I'm about to let my arm reach over his body, he's suddenly wrapping his arms around my waist. It shocks me for only a moment cause I had been given the impression he was going to be as an old man and just complain of being tired. Yet, here he is hoisting my body over his shoulder.

"Hey! What are you doing? You crazy!" I hold on for dear life. My hands push against his back as we ascend the stairs and go straight to his room. A small form of laughter erupts from me as the door is shut and time beings to waste away yet again. Behind the door, I can only mutter that phrase once more and the rest of what happens is history in the making.

Gentle nudges, warm hands and breathless lungs is what describes what I'm feeling. My eyes lay closed for now, our bodies tangled within each other. Sweat may be a factor to move away from him to be able to cool down, but I don't want to let go of this man. I'm, in more than one way , connected to him and I'm sure he feels the same. It's purely amazing.

"You do THIS to me after a whoel week of training? Are you trying to get rid of me for good?" I shake my head, giving him a weak smile. All I do is take a deep breath here and again. Not even my fingers move across his skin as I feel nothing but exhaustion. What an amazing guy.

"Wow." He whispers in unison to my thoughts. The same thoughts. The same feelings toward each other. Can this really even happen? Is all of this even real? To have found someone to love me like this and I'm not completely dreaming. Somebody pinch me. I think to myself but remember that I've been shown already that I wasn't dreaming once. No need to ask for it again. I'm afraid I'll have to wait for another time. Another day. Another moment of alone time with my boyfriend whose quickly becoming more than just that to me for so many reasons.

Visions of our future want to dance within my mind, telling me things and wishes I want to happen. All girls dream of this kind of thing right? A happy relationship and spending countless hours together. Year after year of enjoying each other. Enjoying nights in with the lights off?

Ky before you fall asleep... there's something I need to tell you." My heart sinks. Of all the times to pull out a question like that, this would have to be the worst of them all. To the best of my ability, I can't let the worry show. I can only imagine trying to figure out what it was. You're happy with me right? You aren't going to just suddenly wish me away are you? Matthew... please don't let me regret what my heart is feeling.

"What is it, Matthew?" I breath out, a little shallow as I pull myself up to a sitting position, and draping my arm over his stomach to let my hand rest on his chest. My eyes find his trying to read the emotions that might be following with that kind of sentence.

My hand lays across his chest, my gaze tracing every angle of his body in front of me. His shoulders, namely because they are broad... strong. Well rounded enough that my hands would fit perfectly over his in order to bring him down to kiss him so sensually if need be. Then, my eyes reach his when he declares he has something to say to me. His hand touches my exposed stomach and it sends a chill through my body yet again. Always. His touch can do magical things.

I ask the question that starts up a storm of studders and pauses. His words slow and hesitant as though something was really wrong, really sending these awful vibes throughout my heart. I don't want to start letting my heart crumble. I don't want to lose what I just got back and had the wonderful experience I just went through with him for the last hour. Are you just using me... for this? The horrible thought somehow surfaces within my mind.

"I did something a while ago that you should know." He says and the way he says it, it makes me get off the subject that he's going to dump me. Maybe it's worse than that. Maybe he was messing around with another girl when we were supposedly 'dating' back when he didn't want anyone to know about us. Was that it? Was that the reason he didn't want to be seen with me? A hidden love. A hidden girlfriend. A pleasure person for whenever he felt like it?

"...you were with a guy. He's hurt you and from what you told me I knew it was this guy who'd been harassing you since you were young." My hand slips from his chest and the name is being screamed into my head. JINS...JINS...JINS...JINS... Over and over again, I hear the name that I dare not speak of to no one except for Matthew that one time when we had our event out in the woods. Everything started that day.

I listen to Matthew's words and sit up in the bed, and turn away from him as his story goes on further. I reach for a sheet, draping it over my naked skin and pulling it up to my chin as the story is laid out for me. Peice by peice, he tells me who he tried to kill the one person that had done nothing but torture me and hurt me since I was little.

"You didn't kill him though, right? Cause... if you did... is that why he's not... touched me in so long? Why I've not heard from him? Seen him..." The thoughts run through my mind although I have already had run in with him in school just this previous week and yesterday with Vy. I can't let him know that he's back. Now more than ever, he can't know. If he knows, then he will certainly do away with him for good. I can't have that. I can't have his blood on Matthews hand. If anyone, his blood was on my hands once before. It nearly killed me in the long run after everthing that happened. Is this what he's feeling? Thinking he might have killed him or injured him enough to make him stay away from me.

"I almost killed him, Ky, because I wanted him out of your life. But I didn't have the guts so I let him get away." So, he knows he didn't die. Doesn't he realize what that did? He's grown careless now. Jins has come back and worse than ever. Back to his normal ways, but now, he's grown heartless and even trying to hurt others in front of me. Why? Why did you do that?

I turn to see his face, the tears the pool at the bottom of his eyes. The way he leans against the dresser. The hands that cover his face a moment later. Does he feel that bad about it? The last several months have been wonderous for me with out Jins around. At first, the days I went without seeing him, made me nervous. Then as the days grew into weeks, I thought he just gave up. Why would Matthew even do that though? We weren't even dating at that time, right?

"Why Matthew? Why would you just try to solve the problem like that? Didn't you even think about what could happen? To you or me? You should have kept what I said and left it alone. I confided in you. I didn't want you to just go off and try to take care of my problem like that. He's... not your problem."

He's the only reason that Jins has come back. If he was going to do anything, he should have just... killed him. But then, he'd be no better than I was. I wrap my arms around my body, something starting to take over in the form of fear cause I know this is only going to be the start of his harrassment again. I lean over my knees, letting my hair fall over my shoulders. If you piss off a yellow jacket, it comes back for the kill. I just have to deal with it myself.

"I'm sorry, MAtthew. I didn't mean to involve you with him. I never should have." I say that with two meanings. Now, Jins will probably want to hurt him as well. I can't let that happen. Not to mention, if I hand't of told him, everything would just be normal. Jins isn't the type to forgive and forget. No. His revenge runs deep.