A MATT/MAMORI ANTHOLOGY PROJECT FOR SAMU [post 2/2]
She's So Lovely
A Matt&Mamori Fanmix
1. Goodnight And Go ~ Imogen Heap
why'd you have to be so cute?
it's impossible to ignore you
must you make me laugh so much?
it's bad enough we get along so well
say goodnight and go
2. Business Time ~ Flight of the Conchords
oh, you don't know what you're doing to me
I remove my jeans but trip over them 'cause I still got my shoes on
but I turn it into a ~sexy dance~
next thing you know I'm down to just my socks
and you know when I'm down to just my socks what time it is
it's time for business
it's business time
3. Who'd Have Known ~ Lily Allen
i didn't know where this was going
until you kissed me
and even now its moving forward
it's just the right amount of awkward
and today, you accidentally called me baby
4. Recessional ~ Vienna Teng
and I know I don't want this
oh, I swear I don't want this
there's a reason not to want this but I forgot
and she dreams through the noise, her weight against me, face pressed into the corduroy grooves
maybe it means nothing
maybe it means nothing
maybe it means nothing, but I'm afraid to move
5. Jizz In My Pants ~ The Lonely Island
speeding down the street when the red lights flash
need to get away, need to make a dash
a song comes on that reminds me of you and I
jizz in my pants
6. Something To Do With My Hands ~ Her Space Holiday
I'll do my best to keep you, keep you sleepy as the south
with my old watch on your wrist
and my thumbs inside your mouth
7. Kiss Me ~ Sixpence None The Richer
kiss me
beneath the milky twilight
lead me
out on the moonlit floor
so kiss me
8. Gotta Have You ~ The Weepies
no amount of coffee, no amount of crying
no amount of whiskey, no amount of wine
no, nothing else will do
I've gotta have you, I've gotta have you
9. Between the Lines ~ Sara Bareilles
leave unsaid unspoken
eyes wide shut unopened
you and me
always between the lines
10. Hallelujah ~ Rufus Wainwright
you saw her bathing on the roof
her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you
she tied you to a kitchen chair
she broke your throne, she cut your hair
and from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
11. Oedipus ~ Regina Spektor
I'm the king's thirty second son
there's thirty one others just like me
there's thirty one others on the way
there's thirty one others after that
thirty two's still a goddamn number
thirty two still counts
12. Nicest Thing ~ Kate Nash
I wish I was your favourite girl
I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world
I wish my smile was your favourite kind of smile
13. The Way I Am ~ Ingrid Michaelson
if you were falling, then I would catch you
you need a light, I'd find a match
cuz I love the way you call me baby
and you take me the way I am.
14. Never Gonna Give You Up ~ Rick Astley
we're no strangers to love
you know the rules and so do I
a full commitment's what I'm thinking of
you wouldn't get this from any other guy
15. She's So Lovely ~ Scouting For Girls
I love the way she bites her lip
I love the way she shakes her hips
I love the way she makes me drool
I think that she is beautiful
16. Princes and Frogs ~ Superchick
all princes start as frogs
and all gentlemen as dogs
just wait 'til it's plain to see
what we're growing up to be
'cause some frogs will still be frogs
and some dogs will still be dogs
and some boys could become men
just don't kiss us 'til then
17. Tell Her This ~ Del Amitri
tell her something in my mind
freezes up from time to time
tell her not to cry
I just got scared that's all
tell her something in my heart
needs her more than even clowns
need the laughter of the crowd
and tell her from this high terrain
I am ready now to fall
18. Babydoll ~ The Fratellis
I'm ready to beg and to sing for my sins
not leave it to chance or sweet coincidence
cause that's just crazy and you know its true
19. Somebody's Baby ~ Phantom Planet
well, just look at that girl with the lights comin' up in her eyes.
she's got to be somebody's baby
she must be somebody's baby
20. Pretty Girls ~ Prozzak
pretty girls make me nervous
when they're as pretty as you
21. Super Mario Bros Theme
badaba-daba-da! da--
du du da-da dadada
du-da da da-dadaa~
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five times that matt and mamori almost had sex (and one time they did)
1. It would have been so easy.
To her, he tasted like summer, and the way she looked at him spoke of nothing but complete, unadulterated adoration, and it would have been so easy to crush that innocence, to turn her into one of the many girls he picked up for a night of nothing but sweat and moans, but he couldn't.
Not because he wasn't able, much more because he couldn't bear to ruin her.
When she looked at him like that, no matter how much he wanted to run his hand further down from where it was now, chastely on her face, he couldn't bear to turn her into an easy lay, even if she wouldn't even know what had hit her the next morning.
He could see it now, the shaken look on her face as she hugged her knees close to her chest and stared at his sleeping form like she wasn't sure what had happened between them, or what any of it meant.
And that was just it, wasn't it? It wouldn't mean anything to him, like that.
Did that mean that he wanted it to mean something?
Goddammit.
His gaze fell to her lips and he found himself not wanting to look any lower-- not now, not for the moment, and he cursed himself for it.
So he just kissed her, letting the opportunity slide for the first time.
2. It had been rather an unforgettable incident, Matt flailing haphazardly on the bed as he tried rather hard not to lose it.
Losing it roughly translating into his turning into a rapist.
Then again, he had never been sure whether an accidental thing like this constituted something as harsh as rape. Right now he'd really just settle for letting her finish her healing magic and convince her that she'd cured him while he basked in the shame of his existence.
It hadn't been that great.
His body had, of course, disagreed, and he'd spent every single second of the agonizingly sweet torture her hands delivered wishing he was Mello, and therefore devoid of a conscience.
There had been a moment, of course, that she'd looked at him, eyes bright and just brimming with untouched innocence all while he felt rather like a blot of tar on her floral bedsheets, an incongruous piece that didn't quite fit into her existence in the least--
A moment that he was so tempted to grab her hand, pull it away, cradle her face in his, flip them over and kiss her, all the while staring back at her and just whispering, "stop for a moment and let me show you something."
He came before he could do anything, however, and given the ensuing pain that lasted all the way to April 1st (when Duo left a goddamn makeshift volcano for him to find in his sink), he almost wished he had just gone ahead and done it.
3. He'd never thought baking could be quite this appealing, let alone sexy.
This woman really was one in a million.
"You're amazing," he whispered absently while she mixed things together like she'd been born with a spatula in her hand, making her chuckle and shake her head.
"Oh--" she said then, suddenly, turning away from the dough to face him. "You have brownie batter on your face," she laughed, leaning up to lick off the tip of his nose, looking a bit coy about the whole affair.
Holding up a finger to halt her, he reached into the bowl, making a shushing sound when he heard her about to voice her protest, placing some of the batter on the tip of her nose, and just under her lips, too.
"You have some, too," he told her with a hint of a grin, licking her nose before moving on to kiss just under her mouth, which was enough temptation to lead him to just kissing her, hands bracing themselves on either side on the counter behind her.
He didn't expect her to grab his hand when he pulled away again, licking off the batter-covered finger, which made him swallow and stare at her dumbfounded for a moment.
There were times with her when he had to remind himself that she had no idea what she was doing.
"Woman, you don't know what you do to me," he whispered almost huskily, and considered how horrible it would be to make a complete mess of the kitchen by lifting her up onto the counter and just letting his self-control go for once.
Was she ready? And, not to mention-- just how seriously was he taking this?
She laughed, softly, and scooped out some more of the batter to lick off her own fingers, and Matt made a small noise from the back of his throat.
"Come on. Let's put these in the oven and wash up, yeah?"
His hand lingered on her hip for a moment, breathing slow and steady as he stared at his hand, contemplating how damned he'd be if he didn't just tell her to let him finish up and wait for him in the bedroom, or to just pick her up and carry her away--
Then the moment passed again, and he smiled at her, nodded, and said, "yeah, let's."
4. He hadn't thought too much about her, the whole week that she wasn't around and hadn't contacted him or come over.
Really.
And he'd even almost convinced himself of the fact when Mello showed up at his doorstep, carrying a passed-out Mamori in his arms.
Fuck.
Gritting his teeth, his hand balled into a fist, fingernails digging into his palm.
"Who."
Because all his hot white blind fury could see was a motive to kill some guilty motherfucker out of the sheer impact of his fist in his face. Who the hell would hurt Mamori? It wouldn't even matter if Mello had already beaten the living crap out of whoever had done this, he'd do it again. Hell, he'd kill them, bring them back to life, and kill them again.
And enjoy it.
"They're already dead," Mello said coldly, and Matt wanted to murder him for not leaving him his rightful revenge as Mamori's hero.
"You could have called me."
"We didn't exactly expect to be running a rescue operation. You should pay closer attention to your woman."
At the words, he felt the back of his neck get just a little warm, and he turned away from Mello, holding the door open for him to let him maneuver through the doorway with the sleeping Mamori still in his arms.
"What did they do?" Even if he wasn't sure he wanted to know.
"Broken leg. Concussion. Bruised and battered and bloody. Confused and disoriented, but still pretending to be perfectly fine. I checked her pupils, no greater brain damage. W-- I called her a healer, but she'll still be a bit sore when she wakes up."
Matt spent the next week catering to her, bedside, in spite of repeated protest from her end that she was fine and to stop fretting.
It wasn't, however, until one particularly rainy day of this lovely procedure where he'd insisted they sleep in, curled up against her from behind, arm possessively tucked around her midsection, that her chastity was pulled into question once more.
Matt woke up first-- thankfully-- able to quickly hide his erection, in spite of the fact that he was right up against her back, tucking it up against his abdomen with the waistband of his boxers (the ones with the little red and green 1-UPs all over). That should do.
It didn't, however, prepare him for the look she gave him when she finally blinked awake, turning around to stare at him for a moment before smiling, leaning in and kissing him. "Morning, you."
There was something about this-- about all of it-- that inexplicably threw him somehow, because this was undoubtedly the longest he'd ever been in anything. One might almost call it a friendship if it wasn't for the way he caught himself looking at her at odd intervals, or the way he kissed her when she least expected it. He'd call it a friendship with benefits, but it really wasn't, as there weren't all that many benefits to be had in the first place between the two of them.
Well.
Yet.
"Sleep well?"
"Of course! You were here," she said rather brightly, though she still appeared to be a bit sleepy, one hand coming up to rub at her eyes. There was a beat, and then she added, "I was kind of thinking we could waste all day in bed together."
Cuddling, Matt, he thought to himself rather frantically. She's talking about cuddling. But at the same time, what better opportunity-- didn't he have reason to-- no, no, didn't he have a natural right to teach her about this, at this point?
It'd been well over a month now. Two, almost.
Something twitched in his pants. It felt vaguely of misplaced righteousness.
"You know, I think that's a great idea," he agreed first, small smile playing on his face as his hand traced down her side.
"Mm?"
"Yeah. And I have the perfect idea or two of just how to waste time." Kissing her neck, he nuzzled her briefly, making her giggle that same way that always had him lose focus a bit before making him feel a bit silly as he kissed just under her ear.
"I though w--"
She never got to finish her sentence when a rather loud crash echoed through the whole building just then, and Matt thought he might commit murder.
"If this is more problems with the building, I swear to god--"
Then there were a few very loud screams, before another crash resonated, the explosion shaking their side of the building like an earthquake had it.
Fuck.
He'd just started to grumble, grabbing his comm and typing up a rather angry post about the quality of the living in this goddamn building having gone to absolute shit when Mamori grabbed it out of his hand, grabbed his arm, and dragged him outside to safety.
Worst. Timing. Ever.
5. It had been fresh out lately, which was strange for April, he'd admit, and it had him almost agreeing that maybe global warming wasn't a myth designed by Steve Jobs to ruin hackers who didn't have the right mind to recycle (much like himself, proud pizza-box-haphazardly-down-the-trash-chute-of-course-it-fits-stuffer).
It was on one of these especially cold days that Mamori, watching Matt beat a boss in some video game or other, found herself shivering and mentioned it.
"Isn't it a bit cold?"
The heating. Blown completely.
The coincidence was strange, but Matt's mind jumped to horrible places, and a moment later he'd found himself curling up close to her under a blanket on the couch while he called up everyone with authority in this damn city he could think of, including a feeble attempt to contact iron man about his shitty control over the heating-- which only took ten minutes to turn into a tirade on global warming and general asshattery.
It had Mamori giggling. That was something.
Something that made him smile, even, and when he got off the phone, and found her still laughing at how ridiculous he was being, he rather beamed.
"God, I love you, woman."
The world froze, in that moment, and Matt blinked, once, twice, face falling as he stared at her in complete awe and shock that he'd said that, alarm bells going off in his head in the same breath.
Mamori seemed to have the same reaction-- sans the alarm bells, granted-- eyes wide as she blinked at him as if she never expected those words from his lips--
Which really spoke more volumes about how well she knew him than anything else could have, and the next thing Matt knew he wasn't cold anymore.
It would have been the perfect opportunity.
In all honesty, he'd used that line on a chick before, told her a lie about how much he loved her already, how it had been practically at first sight (it was the tits, that did it) just to get her into bed, and she'd been a good fuck before he threw her out and she acted all ridiculous about it the way that girls did, but this--
Scrambling to get up, he started pacing around the apartment, frantically looking around for anything to reverse time (he nearly chucked the TV remote out the window out of sheer furious anger that it couldn't), and even more so, take away that stupid fucking feeling that maybe it wasn't a lie, because it had just sort of slipped out, right, and that was ten times worse--
Finally he found something that made sense, the keys to his goddamn car, and he didn't even look at her as he threw the door open and shouted over his shoulder, "I need to do something," before racing the fuck away.
It lasted a good week before Mello finally dragged his ass back to where he belonged, even if he'd spent just about every night just parked in front of the goddamn stupid building, debating just going in and swallowing his pride, debating whether he should just tell her it was a lie, or whether he should pretend to himself it was, or admit that it was true (though thinking about that last one always had him consequently lose his dinner).
It took a lot to go back, tail more or less tucked between his legs in defeat, and he didn't say it, and she didn't say it, or anything about it, and that was good, though it was in the air, he could tell.
That was all right, too.
6. Plenty of things were said about the guy who got the girl, but was there ever certain praise for the girl who got the guy? And wasn't it, more likely, that a man was harder to catch in the first place?
Especially here, in this equation.
It was strange, because Matt was so terrified of anything with permanence-- even video games were freaking transient, always something new, always something better, and wasn't it that way with girls, too?
She wasn't an Italian supermodel, she wasn't an easy lay, she wasn't in and out the door like so many hearts he'd broken before. But... by god.
She had... curves. Curves that he found only more endearing after she had a particularly rare session of binging on creampuffs--
Commitment was terrifying, but imagining another night where he couldn't hold onto those same curves was unbearable, so fear won over him mainly because he wanted it to, because Matt was a real man, and men weren't afraid of anything.
He remember a rainy afternoon that Hiruma let something slip that he likely didn't even consider significant, but had caught Matt's ears regardless, something about how all the guys had wanted Mamori back at home, not that she ever noticed, the humble, modest, beautiful idiot that she was, and Matt had felt a bit torn-- half like he'd won a prize, half like he'd crushed something with so much greater potential than settling for someone like him, tainted and stupid and silly and really rather an arse.
And it was that moment that he'd wondered when the fuck he'd gotten that lucky, and who the hell to thank.
He'd always hoped that, if there was a God, that he was merciful, because he'd been Bad.
Strange, then, that he should be rewarded like this.
Strange, then, that he should get to wake up to brown hair in his face, tickling his nose, and bright blue eyes blinking back at him.
Strange, then, that he should learn to bake and not blow the whole building up in the process and even come to enjoy it.
Strange, then, that he should find someone that he would actually let win at mario kart.
Strange, then, that there was even a girl in this world who could hook a guy like him, a free-flying, promiscuous Casanova.
But she was perfect, oddly enough-- not supermodel-esque, but intelligent, and capable, like a female ideal and then some in a compact little parcel presented to him as a gift of sorts that he didn't deserve at all.
She'd learned about it from Mello, of course, which took care of a few basic concepts he'd normally like to keep from breaching into dialogue about, but it wasn't until after his rather inevitable mental breakdown regarding certain loss of freedom of this particular butterfly, that he decided it was time to take her out.
Properly.
On a date.
It was strange, how well he'd planned this out, in advance, even, and so, months after Matt had initially panicked about lips he felt guilty about kissing because he was terrified they might end up being his, uncertain he could take that--
They went to the fair.
It was a bright, wonderful sunny day when they first arrived, and Matt shot the ever-living hell out of one of those booths and won her a giant stuffed teddy bear, and they shared, stereotypically enough, a giant cone of cotton candy, and it wasn't until after they'd gone around the ferris wheel at least half a dozen times (which was all right, because she'd leaned over a bit into his arm and closed her eyes and he'd gotten a bit lost in the way her hair smelled) that the sun set, and they got off to see kids running around with sparklers, and his arm was around her, and--
And the guy who got the girl who could get the guy suddenly found himself rather a lot happy and hoping very much that this wasn't all just an elaborate dream because that would just be a rather cruel cosmic joke (and also there'd been that one time that he'd rather hurt himself a lot trying to be cool as he leaned over a bit, placing his hand on the hot stove, solidifying his hope that it wasn't a dream, even if he'd spent the next two days being pampered and fretted over by Mamori).
So he took her home to their apartment, stopping in front of the door to suddenly, unexpectedly pick her up in his arms-- "tonight, we're making you a woman"-- only to fumble and completely mess up trying to unlock the door that, resisting the urge to just kick it down like a man would, he had to set her down again, unlock the door, and go for attempt number two.
It fared a lot better.
Over the threshold and into the bedroom, he declared rather proudly that tonight, they were going to be deviants, not change into pajamas, and not even brush their teeth.
That that was going to be okay, because tonight was fucking special.
And she stared at him with wide eyes for a moment while he just looked at her, before veritably sweeping her up in his arms and kissing her like he was determined to just not stop or let go tonight, and that was all right.
And she didn't stop him when his hands snaked down her front and lingered on her side, just under her arm for a moment, before finally actually moving on to touch her through her shirt, eliciting a tiny little gasp from her that made him smile into her mouth, and he realized that somehow this was worth the wait, and it was all uphill from here.
Because her breasts where perfect, through the shirt, without the shirt, with his hands, with his mouth, and lower still, and he knew that when he had her screaming that he'd done something damn right.
There was no hesitancy there. It all just flowed together, and when he returned up to her eye-level, more or less beaming at her to find her flushed and grinning right back, he found no problem, for once, to tell her that he loved her. And when she told him the same, he nuzzled her neck, burying his face there--
It happened just once that night, but the next morning she asked if maybe they could do that again, and Matt was only all too happy to comply, then and the next dozen or so times that it just sort of happened over the following week, even including the time after which Mamori decided to mention that she finally understood what she'd walked in on in Mello's apartment, which only ruined the mood a little bit (as Matt was enthusiastic about this and he'd waited a long ass time for it).
Naturally, he taught her all his best tricks. But if it was at all possible, Matt just felt a little bit luckier, still, afterwards.
She still made him stop and stare, whether she'd just stepped out of the shower, was getting dressed, or just standing there cooking, apron and everything.
Strange that he'd get so lucky.
OKAY.
/BREATHES
THAT TOOK FOREVER BUT AAAA SUDDEN INSPIRATION OKAY I'M SO SORRY THAT THIS IS SO LONG
BUT I JUST HAD TO
ALSO I SPENT TONIGHT LOOKING THROUGH YOUR ART WHICH HELPED THE INSPIRATION BUT JFLASJ;FAF !!!!!
JESUS YOU ARE GOOD AT THAT SHIT *___*
PLEASE TELL ME YOU ARE STILL DRAWING THEM MAYBE ;A;
ANYWAY YES OH GOD I HOPE THIS DOESN'T JUST. FAIL. /SLEEP DEPRIVED AAAAA
/FALLS OVER
/JUST DIES
A Matt&Mamori Fanmix
1. Goodnight And Go ~ Imogen Heap
why'd you have to be so cute?
it's impossible to ignore you
must you make me laugh so much?
it's bad enough we get along so well
say goodnight and go
2. Business Time ~ Flight of the Conchords
oh, you don't know what you're doing to me
I remove my jeans but trip over them 'cause I still got my shoes on
but I turn it into a ~sexy dance~
next thing you know I'm down to just my socks
and you know when I'm down to just my socks what time it is
it's time for business
it's business time
3. Who'd Have Known ~ Lily Allen
i didn't know where this was going
until you kissed me
and even now its moving forward
it's just the right amount of awkward
and today, you accidentally called me baby
4. Recessional ~ Vienna Teng
and I know I don't want this
oh, I swear I don't want this
there's a reason not to want this but I forgot
and she dreams through the noise, her weight against me, face pressed into the corduroy grooves
maybe it means nothing
maybe it means nothing
maybe it means nothing, but I'm afraid to move
5. Jizz In My Pants ~ The Lonely Island
speeding down the street when the red lights flash
need to get away, need to make a dash
a song comes on that reminds me of you and I
jizz in my pants
6. Something To Do With My Hands ~ Her Space Holiday
I'll do my best to keep you, keep you sleepy as the south
with my old watch on your wrist
and my thumbs inside your mouth
7. Kiss Me ~ Sixpence None The Richer
kiss me
beneath the milky twilight
lead me
out on the moonlit floor
so kiss me
8. Gotta Have You ~ The Weepies
no amount of coffee, no amount of crying
no amount of whiskey, no amount of wine
no, nothing else will do
I've gotta have you, I've gotta have you
9. Between the Lines ~ Sara Bareilles
leave unsaid unspoken
eyes wide shut unopened
you and me
always between the lines
10. Hallelujah ~ Rufus Wainwright
you saw her bathing on the roof
her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you
she tied you to a kitchen chair
she broke your throne, she cut your hair
and from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
11. Oedipus ~ Regina Spektor
I'm the king's thirty second son
there's thirty one others just like me
there's thirty one others on the way
there's thirty one others after that
thirty two's still a goddamn number
thirty two still counts
12. Nicest Thing ~ Kate Nash
I wish I was your favourite girl
I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world
I wish my smile was your favourite kind of smile
13. The Way I Am ~ Ingrid Michaelson
if you were falling, then I would catch you
you need a light, I'd find a match
cuz I love the way you call me baby
and you take me the way I am.
14. Never Gonna Give You Up ~ Rick Astley
we're no strangers to love
you know the rules and so do I
a full commitment's what I'm thinking of
you wouldn't get this from any other guy
15. She's So Lovely ~ Scouting For Girls
I love the way she bites her lip
I love the way she shakes her hips
I love the way she makes me drool
I think that she is beautiful
16. Princes and Frogs ~ Superchick
all princes start as frogs
and all gentlemen as dogs
just wait 'til it's plain to see
what we're growing up to be
'cause some frogs will still be frogs
and some dogs will still be dogs
and some boys could become men
just don't kiss us 'til then
17. Tell Her This ~ Del Amitri
tell her something in my mind
freezes up from time to time
tell her not to cry
I just got scared that's all
tell her something in my heart
needs her more than even clowns
need the laughter of the crowd
and tell her from this high terrain
I am ready now to fall
18. Babydoll ~ The Fratellis
I'm ready to beg and to sing for my sins
not leave it to chance or sweet coincidence
cause that's just crazy and you know its true
19. Somebody's Baby ~ Phantom Planet
well, just look at that girl with the lights comin' up in her eyes.
she's got to be somebody's baby
she must be somebody's baby
20. Pretty Girls ~ Prozzak
pretty girls make me nervous
when they're as pretty as you
21. Super Mario Bros Theme
badaba-daba-da! da--
du du da-da dadada
du-da da da-dadaa~
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five times that matt and mamori almost had sex (and one time they did)
1. It would have been so easy.
To her, he tasted like summer, and the way she looked at him spoke of nothing but complete, unadulterated adoration, and it would have been so easy to crush that innocence, to turn her into one of the many girls he picked up for a night of nothing but sweat and moans, but he couldn't.
Not because he wasn't able, much more because he couldn't bear to ruin her.
When she looked at him like that, no matter how much he wanted to run his hand further down from where it was now, chastely on her face, he couldn't bear to turn her into an easy lay, even if she wouldn't even know what had hit her the next morning.
He could see it now, the shaken look on her face as she hugged her knees close to her chest and stared at his sleeping form like she wasn't sure what had happened between them, or what any of it meant.
And that was just it, wasn't it? It wouldn't mean anything to him, like that.
Did that mean that he wanted it to mean something?
Goddammit.
His gaze fell to her lips and he found himself not wanting to look any lower-- not now, not for the moment, and he cursed himself for it.
So he just kissed her, letting the opportunity slide for the first time.
2. It had been rather an unforgettable incident, Matt flailing haphazardly on the bed as he tried rather hard not to lose it.
Losing it roughly translating into his turning into a rapist.
Then again, he had never been sure whether an accidental thing like this constituted something as harsh as rape. Right now he'd really just settle for letting her finish her healing magic and convince her that she'd cured him while he basked in the shame of his existence.
It hadn't been that great.
His body had, of course, disagreed, and he'd spent every single second of the agonizingly sweet torture her hands delivered wishing he was Mello, and therefore devoid of a conscience.
There had been a moment, of course, that she'd looked at him, eyes bright and just brimming with untouched innocence all while he felt rather like a blot of tar on her floral bedsheets, an incongruous piece that didn't quite fit into her existence in the least--
A moment that he was so tempted to grab her hand, pull it away, cradle her face in his, flip them over and kiss her, all the while staring back at her and just whispering, "stop for a moment and let me show you something."
He came before he could do anything, however, and given the ensuing pain that lasted all the way to April 1st (when Duo left a goddamn makeshift volcano for him to find in his sink), he almost wished he had just gone ahead and done it.
3. He'd never thought baking could be quite this appealing, let alone sexy.
This woman really was one in a million.
"You're amazing," he whispered absently while she mixed things together like she'd been born with a spatula in her hand, making her chuckle and shake her head.
"Oh--" she said then, suddenly, turning away from the dough to face him. "You have brownie batter on your face," she laughed, leaning up to lick off the tip of his nose, looking a bit coy about the whole affair.
Holding up a finger to halt her, he reached into the bowl, making a shushing sound when he heard her about to voice her protest, placing some of the batter on the tip of her nose, and just under her lips, too.
"You have some, too," he told her with a hint of a grin, licking her nose before moving on to kiss just under her mouth, which was enough temptation to lead him to just kissing her, hands bracing themselves on either side on the counter behind her.
He didn't expect her to grab his hand when he pulled away again, licking off the batter-covered finger, which made him swallow and stare at her dumbfounded for a moment.
There were times with her when he had to remind himself that she had no idea what she was doing.
"Woman, you don't know what you do to me," he whispered almost huskily, and considered how horrible it would be to make a complete mess of the kitchen by lifting her up onto the counter and just letting his self-control go for once.
Was she ready? And, not to mention-- just how seriously was he taking this?
She laughed, softly, and scooped out some more of the batter to lick off her own fingers, and Matt made a small noise from the back of his throat.
"Come on. Let's put these in the oven and wash up, yeah?"
His hand lingered on her hip for a moment, breathing slow and steady as he stared at his hand, contemplating how damned he'd be if he didn't just tell her to let him finish up and wait for him in the bedroom, or to just pick her up and carry her away--
Then the moment passed again, and he smiled at her, nodded, and said, "yeah, let's."
4. He hadn't thought too much about her, the whole week that she wasn't around and hadn't contacted him or come over.
Really.
And he'd even almost convinced himself of the fact when Mello showed up at his doorstep, carrying a passed-out Mamori in his arms.
Fuck.
Gritting his teeth, his hand balled into a fist, fingernails digging into his palm.
"Who."
Because all his hot white blind fury could see was a motive to kill some guilty motherfucker out of the sheer impact of his fist in his face. Who the hell would hurt Mamori? It wouldn't even matter if Mello had already beaten the living crap out of whoever had done this, he'd do it again. Hell, he'd kill them, bring them back to life, and kill them again.
And enjoy it.
"They're already dead," Mello said coldly, and Matt wanted to murder him for not leaving him his rightful revenge as Mamori's hero.
"You could have called me."
"We didn't exactly expect to be running a rescue operation. You should pay closer attention to your woman."
At the words, he felt the back of his neck get just a little warm, and he turned away from Mello, holding the door open for him to let him maneuver through the doorway with the sleeping Mamori still in his arms.
"What did they do?" Even if he wasn't sure he wanted to know.
"Broken leg. Concussion. Bruised and battered and bloody. Confused and disoriented, but still pretending to be perfectly fine. I checked her pupils, no greater brain damage. W-- I called her a healer, but she'll still be a bit sore when she wakes up."
Matt spent the next week catering to her, bedside, in spite of repeated protest from her end that she was fine and to stop fretting.
It wasn't, however, until one particularly rainy day of this lovely procedure where he'd insisted they sleep in, curled up against her from behind, arm possessively tucked around her midsection, that her chastity was pulled into question once more.
Matt woke up first-- thankfully-- able to quickly hide his erection, in spite of the fact that he was right up against her back, tucking it up against his abdomen with the waistband of his boxers (the ones with the little red and green 1-UPs all over). That should do.
It didn't, however, prepare him for the look she gave him when she finally blinked awake, turning around to stare at him for a moment before smiling, leaning in and kissing him. "Morning, you."
There was something about this-- about all of it-- that inexplicably threw him somehow, because this was undoubtedly the longest he'd ever been in anything. One might almost call it a friendship if it wasn't for the way he caught himself looking at her at odd intervals, or the way he kissed her when she least expected it. He'd call it a friendship with benefits, but it really wasn't, as there weren't all that many benefits to be had in the first place between the two of them.
Well.
Yet.
"Sleep well?"
"Of course! You were here," she said rather brightly, though she still appeared to be a bit sleepy, one hand coming up to rub at her eyes. There was a beat, and then she added, "I was kind of thinking we could waste all day in bed together."
Cuddling, Matt, he thought to himself rather frantically. She's talking about cuddling. But at the same time, what better opportunity-- didn't he have reason to-- no, no, didn't he have a natural right to teach her about this, at this point?
It'd been well over a month now. Two, almost.
Something twitched in his pants. It felt vaguely of misplaced righteousness.
"You know, I think that's a great idea," he agreed first, small smile playing on his face as his hand traced down her side.
"Mm?"
"Yeah. And I have the perfect idea or two of just how to waste time." Kissing her neck, he nuzzled her briefly, making her giggle that same way that always had him lose focus a bit before making him feel a bit silly as he kissed just under her ear.
"I though w--"
She never got to finish her sentence when a rather loud crash echoed through the whole building just then, and Matt thought he might commit murder.
"If this is more problems with the building, I swear to god--"
Then there were a few very loud screams, before another crash resonated, the explosion shaking their side of the building like an earthquake had it.
Fuck.
He'd just started to grumble, grabbing his comm and typing up a rather angry post about the quality of the living in this goddamn building having gone to absolute shit when Mamori grabbed it out of his hand, grabbed his arm, and dragged him outside to safety.
Worst. Timing. Ever.
5. It had been fresh out lately, which was strange for April, he'd admit, and it had him almost agreeing that maybe global warming wasn't a myth designed by Steve Jobs to ruin hackers who didn't have the right mind to recycle (much like himself, proud pizza-box-haphazardly-down-the-trash-chute-of-course-it-fits-stuffer).
It was on one of these especially cold days that Mamori, watching Matt beat a boss in some video game or other, found herself shivering and mentioned it.
"Isn't it a bit cold?"
The heating. Blown completely.
The coincidence was strange, but Matt's mind jumped to horrible places, and a moment later he'd found himself curling up close to her under a blanket on the couch while he called up everyone with authority in this damn city he could think of, including a feeble attempt to contact iron man about his shitty control over the heating-- which only took ten minutes to turn into a tirade on global warming and general asshattery.
It had Mamori giggling. That was something.
Something that made him smile, even, and when he got off the phone, and found her still laughing at how ridiculous he was being, he rather beamed.
"God, I love you, woman."
The world froze, in that moment, and Matt blinked, once, twice, face falling as he stared at her in complete awe and shock that he'd said that, alarm bells going off in his head in the same breath.
Mamori seemed to have the same reaction-- sans the alarm bells, granted-- eyes wide as she blinked at him as if she never expected those words from his lips--
Which really spoke more volumes about how well she knew him than anything else could have, and the next thing Matt knew he wasn't cold anymore.
It would have been the perfect opportunity.
In all honesty, he'd used that line on a chick before, told her a lie about how much he loved her already, how it had been practically at first sight (it was the tits, that did it) just to get her into bed, and she'd been a good fuck before he threw her out and she acted all ridiculous about it the way that girls did, but this--
Scrambling to get up, he started pacing around the apartment, frantically looking around for anything to reverse time (he nearly chucked the TV remote out the window out of sheer furious anger that it couldn't), and even more so, take away that stupid fucking feeling that maybe it wasn't a lie, because it had just sort of slipped out, right, and that was ten times worse--
Finally he found something that made sense, the keys to his goddamn car, and he didn't even look at her as he threw the door open and shouted over his shoulder, "I need to do something," before racing the fuck away.
It lasted a good week before Mello finally dragged his ass back to where he belonged, even if he'd spent just about every night just parked in front of the goddamn stupid building, debating just going in and swallowing his pride, debating whether he should just tell her it was a lie, or whether he should pretend to himself it was, or admit that it was true (though thinking about that last one always had him consequently lose his dinner).
It took a lot to go back, tail more or less tucked between his legs in defeat, and he didn't say it, and she didn't say it, or anything about it, and that was good, though it was in the air, he could tell.
That was all right, too.
6. Plenty of things were said about the guy who got the girl, but was there ever certain praise for the girl who got the guy? And wasn't it, more likely, that a man was harder to catch in the first place?
Especially here, in this equation.
It was strange, because Matt was so terrified of anything with permanence-- even video games were freaking transient, always something new, always something better, and wasn't it that way with girls, too?
She wasn't an Italian supermodel, she wasn't an easy lay, she wasn't in and out the door like so many hearts he'd broken before. But... by god.
She had... curves. Curves that he found only more endearing after she had a particularly rare session of binging on creampuffs--
Commitment was terrifying, but imagining another night where he couldn't hold onto those same curves was unbearable, so fear won over him mainly because he wanted it to, because Matt was a real man, and men weren't afraid of anything.
He remember a rainy afternoon that Hiruma let something slip that he likely didn't even consider significant, but had caught Matt's ears regardless, something about how all the guys had wanted Mamori back at home, not that she ever noticed, the humble, modest, beautiful idiot that she was, and Matt had felt a bit torn-- half like he'd won a prize, half like he'd crushed something with so much greater potential than settling for someone like him, tainted and stupid and silly and really rather an arse.
And it was that moment that he'd wondered when the fuck he'd gotten that lucky, and who the hell to thank.
He'd always hoped that, if there was a God, that he was merciful, because he'd been Bad.
Strange, then, that he should be rewarded like this.
Strange, then, that he should get to wake up to brown hair in his face, tickling his nose, and bright blue eyes blinking back at him.
Strange, then, that he should learn to bake and not blow the whole building up in the process and even come to enjoy it.
Strange, then, that he should find someone that he would actually let win at mario kart.
Strange, then, that there was even a girl in this world who could hook a guy like him, a free-flying, promiscuous Casanova.
But she was perfect, oddly enough-- not supermodel-esque, but intelligent, and capable, like a female ideal and then some in a compact little parcel presented to him as a gift of sorts that he didn't deserve at all.
She'd learned about it from Mello, of course, which took care of a few basic concepts he'd normally like to keep from breaching into dialogue about, but it wasn't until after his rather inevitable mental breakdown regarding certain loss of freedom of this particular butterfly, that he decided it was time to take her out.
Properly.
On a date.
It was strange, how well he'd planned this out, in advance, even, and so, months after Matt had initially panicked about lips he felt guilty about kissing because he was terrified they might end up being his, uncertain he could take that--
They went to the fair.
It was a bright, wonderful sunny day when they first arrived, and Matt shot the ever-living hell out of one of those booths and won her a giant stuffed teddy bear, and they shared, stereotypically enough, a giant cone of cotton candy, and it wasn't until after they'd gone around the ferris wheel at least half a dozen times (which was all right, because she'd leaned over a bit into his arm and closed her eyes and he'd gotten a bit lost in the way her hair smelled) that the sun set, and they got off to see kids running around with sparklers, and his arm was around her, and--
And the guy who got the girl who could get the guy suddenly found himself rather a lot happy and hoping very much that this wasn't all just an elaborate dream because that would just be a rather cruel cosmic joke (and also there'd been that one time that he'd rather hurt himself a lot trying to be cool as he leaned over a bit, placing his hand on the hot stove, solidifying his hope that it wasn't a dream, even if he'd spent the next two days being pampered and fretted over by Mamori).
So he took her home to their apartment, stopping in front of the door to suddenly, unexpectedly pick her up in his arms-- "tonight, we're making you a woman"-- only to fumble and completely mess up trying to unlock the door that, resisting the urge to just kick it down like a man would, he had to set her down again, unlock the door, and go for attempt number two.
It fared a lot better.
Over the threshold and into the bedroom, he declared rather proudly that tonight, they were going to be deviants, not change into pajamas, and not even brush their teeth.
That that was going to be okay, because tonight was fucking special.
And she stared at him with wide eyes for a moment while he just looked at her, before veritably sweeping her up in his arms and kissing her like he was determined to just not stop or let go tonight, and that was all right.
And she didn't stop him when his hands snaked down her front and lingered on her side, just under her arm for a moment, before finally actually moving on to touch her through her shirt, eliciting a tiny little gasp from her that made him smile into her mouth, and he realized that somehow this was worth the wait, and it was all uphill from here.
Because her breasts where perfect, through the shirt, without the shirt, with his hands, with his mouth, and lower still, and he knew that when he had her screaming that he'd done something damn right.
There was no hesitancy there. It all just flowed together, and when he returned up to her eye-level, more or less beaming at her to find her flushed and grinning right back, he found no problem, for once, to tell her that he loved her. And when she told him the same, he nuzzled her neck, burying his face there--
It happened just once that night, but the next morning she asked if maybe they could do that again, and Matt was only all too happy to comply, then and the next dozen or so times that it just sort of happened over the following week, even including the time after which Mamori decided to mention that she finally understood what she'd walked in on in Mello's apartment, which only ruined the mood a little bit (as Matt was enthusiastic about this and he'd waited a long ass time for it).
Naturally, he taught her all his best tricks. But if it was at all possible, Matt just felt a little bit luckier, still, afterwards.
She still made him stop and stare, whether she'd just stepped out of the shower, was getting dressed, or just standing there cooking, apron and everything.
Strange that he'd get so lucky.
OKAY.
/BREATHES
THAT TOOK FOREVER BUT AAAA SUDDEN INSPIRATION OKAY I'M SO SORRY THAT THIS IS SO LONG
BUT I JUST HAD TO
ALSO I SPENT TONIGHT LOOKING THROUGH YOUR ART WHICH HELPED THE INSPIRATION BUT JFLASJ;FAF !!!!!
JESUS YOU ARE GOOD AT THAT SHIT *___*
PLEASE TELL ME YOU ARE STILL DRAWING THEM MAYBE ;A;
ANYWAY YES OH GOD I HOPE THIS DOESN'T JUST. FAIL. /SLEEP DEPRIVED AAAAA
/FALLS OVER
/JUST DIES