Everything seems so excellent
Title: Everything seems so excellentnt
Word Count: 531
Prompt: A night out in a London club leads to the truth and more...
Rating: T (pg-13) for language and substance abuse
Written for: Anonymous on tumblr
“Karen!”
“Yeah?” It’s hard to hear him over the thud of the bass that’s reverberating through their feet and making Karen’s stomach beat in time with it, but she tries anyway, leaning in close and grabbing on to Matt’s lapels for support.
“I’ve just realised the most excellent thing ever!” he shouts at her, a wide, crazed smile on his face. “I’m in love with you!”
“What?” Karen makes out she hasn’t heard him, playing for time, while her heart starts skipping out a beat independent from the music.
“I love you, Karen! I love you and I want to be with you and I’m going to kiss you now!”
Oh, god. He was off his head on god knows what. He was drunk. He was excitable and adorable and completely not in control. It would, therefore, be completely wrong of Karen to go along with it. It would downright irresponsible of her to encourage this sort of behaviour. Under no circumstances should she kiss him. It would not be helpful in her latest attempts to cure herself of this - stupid - idea she’d gotten into her head recently.
But then again. Nothing in the rules (what rules? Oh, shut up, brain.) had said anything about kissing back. Karen thought kissing back would be allowed; after all, it was Matt doing all the initiating here.
Like right now, for instance; his face was pressed up against hers, and it was too easy for Karen to wind her arms around his neck, to open her lips to his probing tongue, to sigh with contented pleasure into his mouth.
When they break apart, breathless, it’s Matt who breaks the silence.
“Come on,” he says, his eyes wide and dilated, and he pulls her by the hand until they’re out in the cool London air, breathing in a little sanity and staring out over orange clouds and rushing cars.
“So go on, then,” he says eventually. “How much’ve you had?”
“What?” Karen looks at him, confused. “Half a spliff, those two ciders, um… Three shots… yeah.”
“Oh?” Matt’s staring at her, surprised. “I though - never mind.”
Karen’s mind is racing ahead, but she forces it to a halt before asking, as casually as she can, “You?”
“Same, same,” he mutters, raking a hand through his hair.
“Nothing more - ” Karen breaks off. “No e, no coke, nothing?”
“Not tonight,” he grins ruefully at her.
“Well, then.”
“Well, then.”
“So, what you said, you weren’t just high, and you’re not drunk, so you meant - ?” Karen chokes back the end of the sentence, blushing furiously.
“Karen…” he breathes, cupping her face in his hands. “Every word.”
“Well, good, because Matt I think you should know -” Karen stops. Laughs at herself. Pulls herself together. Tries to continue, at least a little more coherently. “I’ve liked you since the day we met. I’ve wanted you since we kissed in the first episode. And I’ve loved you for longer than I’ve let myself realise, and fuck me, Matt if you’re just mucking around or actually just off your head right now I’m going to kill you and -“
She doesn’t get much further.