I Found You, Something Told Me To Stay.
While The City Sleeps.
Ariel’s Point of View:
“Why don’t you want to go?” Matt whispered sadly, holding my body tight against his. We were laying in my bed, in my room, back in Los Angeles. (After Matt and I reconciled, I had him help unpack my shit finally.) Matt had surprised me by waking me up at 2:00am with a bouquet of flowers and kisses all over my face. I had given him a key in case of emergencies, and when he had gotten here he had told me that the information he had was definitely qualified as an emergency: Avenged Sevenfold was going on a 3 month tour. The emergency part consisted of him wanting me to go.
“It’s not that I don’t want to go, it’s that I can’t,” I whispered back. We had to keep our voices down because of Ashlee and Destinee. They’d probably come running in the room with baseball bat’s in hand, swingin’. Although this was a regular occurrence, they didn’t know that.
“Why not?” he pouted, stroking my bare back with his fingertips and nuzzling into my hair. We had both stripped completely when things got heated. Then he mentioned the real reason why he came over and we had gotten sidetracked.
“Matty, I have a job now, and how am I supposed to pay rent if I go?” I explained in a hushed voice, “I can’t make Ash and Des pick up my bills like they did for the first month-”
“Baby,” Matt chuckled, putting a finger against my lips to stop me, “You know I’ll give you the money. I’d actually prefer you to just quit your job and run away to marry me, but you insist on supporting yourself,”
“I don’t like being someone’s bitch,” I grumbled, nudging him slightly, in his toned chest, with my shoulder.
“But you play the part so well when I have my way with you,” he breathed, his lips on centimeters from mine. I leaned forward to kiss him but he turned his head away from my kiss.
I snorted, “What? Now I can’t kiss you?”
“No,” he smirked, shifting his body so he could crawl on top of me.
“Then why can’t I kiss you?” I mused, already liking where this was going.
“Because you said you weren’t going,” he replied, gently pressing his lips to my jaw line, “And now you’re forcing me to persuade you,”
I giggled, biting my bottom lip as he moved from my jaw to my neck, “And how do you plan on doing that?”
“With my hands,”
I could feel them traveling down my body and lingering on the inside of my thighs.
“With my lips,”
He brushed his lips over my collarbone as he continued down my body…
“I don’t need words,”
“Why don’t you want to go?” Matt whispered sadly, holding my body tight against his. We were laying in my bed, in my room, back in Los Angeles. (After Matt and I reconciled, I had him help unpack my shit finally.) Matt had surprised me by waking me up at 2:00am with a bouquet of flowers and kisses all over my face. I had given him a key in case of emergencies, and when he had gotten here he had told me that the information he had was definitely qualified as an emergency: Avenged Sevenfold was going on a 3 month tour. The emergency part consisted of him wanting me to go.
“It’s not that I don’t want to go, it’s that I can’t,” I whispered back. We had to keep our voices down because of Ashlee and Destinee. They’d probably come running in the room with baseball bat’s in hand, swingin’. Although this was a regular occurrence, they didn’t know that.
“Why not?” he pouted, stroking my bare back with his fingertips and nuzzling into my hair. We had both stripped completely when things got heated. Then he mentioned the real reason why he came over and we had gotten sidetracked.
“Matty, I have a job now, and how am I supposed to pay rent if I go?” I explained in a hushed voice, “I can’t make Ash and Des pick up my bills like they did for the first month-”
“Baby,” Matt chuckled, putting a finger against my lips to stop me, “You know I’ll give you the money. I’d actually prefer you to just quit your job and run away to marry me, but you insist on supporting yourself,”
“I don’t like being someone’s bitch,” I grumbled, nudging him slightly, in his toned chest, with my shoulder.
“But you play the part so well when I have my way with you,” he breathed, his lips on centimeters from mine. I leaned forward to kiss him but he turned his head away from my kiss.
I snorted, “What? Now I can’t kiss you?”
“No,” he smirked, shifting his body so he could crawl on top of me.
“Then why can’t I kiss you?” I mused, already liking where this was going.
“Because you said you weren’t going,” he replied, gently pressing his lips to my jaw line, “And now you’re forcing me to persuade you,”
I giggled, biting my bottom lip as he moved from my jaw to my neck, “And how do you plan on doing that?”
“With my hands,”
I could feel them traveling down my body and lingering on the inside of my thighs.
“With my lips,”
He brushed his lips over my collarbone as he continued down my body…
“I don’t need words,”
4/18/13