'Something New' - Jayma/Matt (3/7)
Title: Something New
Author: jaymatt
Pairing: Jayma/Matt
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Jaymatt is awesome....sorry if you're offended by that.
Chapter 3
Jayma pulled into the Glee lot, parked her car and limped her way to her trailer. Opening the door she immediately saw Matt sitting on her couch.
“Matt! What are you doing here?” She peeked out her door making sure no one was around before closing and locking it, and turning her attention to Matt as she waited for his reply.
“To be honest, I don’t really know.” He stood up and shrugged his confusion.
“Matt, I…”
“I just wanted to see you.” Matt interrupted, moving to stand in front of her, he reached a hand toward her hip, but hesitated and pulled it back.
Jayma sighed feeling helpless because she felt the exact same way. All night she could only think about getting to work and seeing him again, her lips still tingled with the sensation of their kiss the night before. Taking a deep breath she lowered her gaze to the floor looking for answers. But her only answer came as Matt lifted her chin with his index finger, and in meeting his gaze he gave her the sweetest smile she had ever seen. Jayma just shook her head and smiled back feeling completely surrendered to whatever was going on between the two. She turned around to make her way to her to the table to put her purse and keys down.
“Why are you limping?” Matt followed behind her, suddenly concerned.
Jayma huffed her irritation, “I went for a run last night, to clear my head of….things….” she gave Matt a sideways look letting him know that it was clearly all his fault, “and I pulled a muscle in my calf.” She pouted reaching down to massage the area.
“Ouch. Anything I can do?” Matt took her purse from her carrying it the rest of the way to the table in her small trailer.
Jayma gave him a smirk, “Well for starters you could carry me everywhere today so I don’t have to….” And before she knew it Matt had scooped her up in his arms bridal style and was carrying her toward the small couch. Jayma flung her head back as she laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“There.” He sat her down gently and took a seat next to her. Pulling her sore leg into his lap and rolling her jeans up so he could get a better look at her sore leg. “Did you ice it?”
Jayma shook her head, “No.”
“I don’t see any swelling; I’ll get you some ice from inside.” Matt went to stand up but Jayma stopped him.
“Don’t go.” The look she gave him made his heart stop and beat faster at the same time, and he reached for her hand interlocking their fingers. Bringing their joined hands to his lips he kissed her fingers one by one.
Jayma bit her bottom lip as she watched him; he closed his eyes and brought her hand to cup his cheek, he held it there with his own, leaning into her touch. Before she could stop herself she was leaning forward and capturing his lips with hers. His response was immediate and his tongue was running along her bottom lip asking for entrance, her mouth opened instinctively and suddenly their mouths were moving feverishly together. Hands joined the mixture as Matt reached behind Jayma’s neck arching her into his kiss forcefully, and Jayma clung to his bicep pulling him closer until their bodies were left with nothing between them. It became desperate quickly as kisses became rough; Matt bit her bottom lip before claiming her neck with his kisses, Jayma leaned back giving him total access.
He found his way to her ear kissing her sweetly and running his tongue along the hard flesh he found there, “Do you…” down to her collarbone he kissed his away to her shoulder, “….think we should…..”, he found and kissed every freckle he could find there, “talk?”
Jayma growled as she reached for his face bringing it to hers once again, “No.” And again their mouths fought for possession with one another. Hands dared to go places they weren’t allowed and had never been, simultaneous moans were heard, and the heat building between the two was nearly too much to handle. And just before things reached the point of no return with Matt’s hand sneaking its way under Jayma’s tight tank top, a knock sounded on the trailer door.
“Jayma?”
Another knock.
“Jay?”
They both pulled away straightening their clothing and then both working together, fixing Jayma’s disheveled hair. Once all traces of their actions were wiped away Matt got up and opened the door to see Jayma’s hair and makeup team standing outside. He let them inside and made sure to get Jayma’s attention as she made her way to her chair so the team could get to work. “I’m going to get you that ice for your leg; I’ll be back in just a few minutes.”
Jayma watched him leave and a blush crept up her entire body thinking about what had just transpired between them. Her team was asking her questions and busy working on her hair but all she could do was nod and watch the door intently waiting for it to open and reveal Matt once again.
Like he promised Matt returned just ten minutes later with an icepack in one hand and a script in his other. Pulling up a seat next to Jayma he pulled her leg into his lap once again, but this time he rested her calf on the icepack, “Too cold?”
“No it’s fine.” Jayma smiled shyly at him as someone worked putting eyeliner on her beautiful eyes.
“Just let me know if it gets too cold and I’ll wrap it in a towel.” He discretely let a hand run against the skin of her leg, wishing they had the privacy for him to lavish more attention on the area, or other areas. He had taken a breather in a restroom on set, trying to calm himself, splashing some water on his face. But as soon as he walked back into her trailer and saw her sitting there he knew it had all been in vein. His body ached for more of her.
“Here,” He handed her a copy of the script, “You said you’d run through this scene with me?” Matt smirked at her, his lie only an excuse to be able to stay with her as he iced her sore leg.
“Yeah.” Jayma smiled sweetly at him taking the script.
She flipped it open to the first page and scanned it top to bottom where she saw Matt’s handwriting. It was just one word. ‘You’. Confused she quickly flipped to the next page and in the middle in between two paragraphs she saw the word, ‘Are’ in Matt’s distinct penmanship.
She dared a glance around her to see if anyone had seen what she had, but they all seemed oblivious; another page turned revealing, in large print, ‘Amazing!’.
Jayma immediately lifted her gaze to Matt who was smiling at her.
“It’s true.” He whispered it as he brought his attention to the script in his lap and began reading one of Will’s lines.
Jayma’s heart thumped against her ribcage and she hoped her blush would go unnoticed by the others in the room. Matt sure knew how to make a woman feel special.
Matt made sure to comply with Jayma’s request to carry her everywhere that day; from her trailer to the set, from scene to scene, and back to her trailer where they said goodbye with a shy smile and a shared kiss.
And that night as Matt lay in bed, just before drifting off to sleep his phone rang, and Jayma’s name flashed across the screen.