Welcome to the Family

We stayed on the couch and cuddled for another half an hour before we got up and unpacked our stuff. In separate rooms. Although I did think about suggesting one room for the two of us, I ended up showing him a guest bedroom, right across mine. I then made lasagna for dinner while Matt was showering and while it was in the oven, I showered and he set the table. I decided to wear another casual dress, a red and white striped one this time.

When I looked at myself in the dirty bathroom mirror, I was almost content. Then I carefully applied some decent make-up. Of course I wanted Matt to notice that I'd dressed up for him, but I didn't want to come across as desperate or cheap either. It was a thin line, but I was pretty certain I'd found it. Who knows, maybe we could even continue the couch thing for a little, I thought as I grinned at myself in the mirror before finally walking downstairs.


Matt had, surprisingly, yet another t-shirt that wasn't black and that didn't contain the word fuck or screw. It was a plain white t-shirt, and over that he wore a sleeveless blue and white flannel. Black shorts completed his look. He'd made a lot of effort setting the table, so much I could tell. He'd even plucked some of the wild daisies and cornflowers outside and set them into a big glass since he hadn't found a vase. How cute.

"You look beautiful," he commented before walking over to me and placing a sweet kiss on my forehead. I felt myself melting in his hands like butter in the sunshine. What is that man doing to me, like seriously? "Thanks, you don't look too bad yourself," I managed to mock in a normal, steady voice while my eyes never once left his handsome face.

During dinner, we had a nice conversation and after that, Matt called Syn despite the bad reception and told him that we had arrived safely and that everything was going well. Syn must have said something stupid since Matt told him to go to hell and get him some grey goose while he was there after a couple of minutes.

After dinner, we decided to put on one of my grandad's countless DVDs - German with English subtitles - and a few minutes into the movie, Matt pulled me closer and I rested my head against his strong chest while he gently stroked my back.


When I felt strong arms carefully picking me up, I opened one eye. Where am I? I must have fallen asleep during the movie... I yawned, and a raspy, familiar voice calmingly said, "Sleep tight, Vicky, I got you." Half-asleep, I noticed that he carried me up the stairs effortlessly, and then placed me onto my mattress.

"Good night, Vicky," he whispered, turning around. No, don't leave! I hated the thought of sleeping here alone, when in fact I could be with Matt. Although I was really tired, I moaned, "Stay, Matt." I opened one of my eyes again and saw a dark silhouette standing in the doorframe, as if frozen. He seemed to debate whether or not to join me. Hesitatingly, he sighed, "I don't know if we're ready for this. If I'm ready for this..."

I was too sleepy to respond or even think about it, but eventually I felt the matress slightly bouncing up and down before a voice whispered, "To hell with ready or not." My head was then gently lifted up and placed on one of Matt's warm, big arms while he wrapped the other one around me. After that, I took my last strength to arch my body back so my back touched his chest and stomach, and with that warmness, I finally fell completely asleep.


When I woke up the next morning, the sunlight was coming in through the window and the branches of the trees, leaving a beautiful pattern of light and shadows on the light blue matress next to me. Birds were singing, attempting to get laid - WAIT... Speaking about laid, where was Matt? I sighed deeply at the thought that he must have had second thoughts falling asleep next to me, especially when not even sleeping with me before.

In that moment, the door swung open, and exactly that Matt walked through it. He carefully carried a loaded silver tray with two full glasses of orange juice, a huge platter of scrambled eggs and bacon and a couple of toasts along with jam, honey and cheese. I knew I wasn't supposed to think about what this was, but him bringing me breakfast in bed really did raise my suspicions as to if this was a hook-up. My heart danced almost painfully at the thought he could actually be serious with me.

He was still wearing his t-shirt and even flannel from yesterday, so I had reason to believe that he hadn't got up once that night, not since laying down right next to me. My stomach exploded with a thousand butterflies, as he put the tray on the nightstand and sat down next to me. "Good morning beautiful," he said in his raspy voice, and I shivered. Goose bumps started forming on my arms.

"Good morning yourself," I replied, and he bent down to kiss me on my forehead before putting the tray on his lap. "Breakfast in bed," he announced with a dimpled smile, "although I don't think it's as good as yours."

"Thank you Matt, that's really sweet of you," I said, feeling the blood rush to my cheeks. We then started eating, and I had to admit that his scrambled egg was, in fact, pretty good (cough, if you added more salt and used less milk, cough). The bacon was either burnt or not crunchy, but I didn't care, to me it was the best breakfast I ever had, just because of who made it. The man I loved. I knew it now, I knew it. I had fallen like a shooting star, way too fast, for a man that I had been knowing for a little less than four months now. Four months? Felt more like five weeks to me.

"So, your ex," he began, grinning. I knewwhat would come. "Yes?" I asked, pretending not to know what this was about. "How? Why? Is he, like, retarded? And how can you not have this until NOW?" he demanded to know, and I took a deep breath, uncertain if I even wanted to go there.

"I don't know," I replied, thinking, "it's just... That was our first time, we were maybe fifteen or even sixteen, and yeah, he just said 'I'm not gonna do this again, this is gross.' I wasn't even upset, just... ashamed. And after that, we stayed together for quite a while, but without that of course. After we broke up, there was just a long period of nothing."

"Nothing?" he chuckled, "are you seriously telling me that since your highschool boyfriend in what, sophomore year, left you, you never had sex? You're what, twenty-four?" - "Twenty-three, thank you. No wait, sex, yes. Of course there were the standard partners, you know... good friend mistaken for love, big player you think you can change, guy at the club where I was just way too drunk to know what's happening," I replied honestly. I knew I didn't need to be ashamed for my past, I was pretty sure his was worse.

"Okay, so four guys?" he asked, and I nodded. "Now your story, first time," I grinned, and he started laughing. "You're just as nosey as I am, I like that. Well, we were almost fourteen, still 'together'," he began, using air quotes, "after that afternoon in my treehouse I told you about. One day, she was at my place and my parents went out and well, it just happened. We planned it for a while until then, so it wasn't really a surprise. It was short and crappy and it only worked out the second time we tried, are you happy now?" he smirked.

"Wow, so did you guys stay together until you got married?" I asked, although I was dreading the answer. "God, no," he laughed, "well, sort of. We broke up soon after our first time, she had someone new, and I, too, started seeing a girl. But it was never serious for any of us, and even when we were dating someone, we still saw each other and screwed. Douche move, I know. We stopped for good when senior year came, and she got with this stuck up asshole Mike McKruger. She was pretty serious, so to be fair, I stopped driving over to her place. Was pretty heartbroken, I dare say."

"And then?" I asked, wanting to know everything about him, but also not really wanting to. I could never compete with what he had with Valary, of that I am certain. But I need to know. Maybe just to feel bad. "And then they broke up after two years, and we started being friends again, nothing more. It wasn't until WARPED that we got together again," he replied.

"So you never had any groupies?" All I actually wanted to know was 'How often have you - besides with me - cheated on your wife?' "Oh, yeah, I did have my fair share of groupies. After WARPED, it wasn't happily ever after. It was around City of Evil that we broke up again, because of a groupie. My first one, actually. Well, she was gorgeous, and when she kissed me, she kind of caught me off guard. I was pretty drunk, too. Val saw, and she screamed that it was over. So I sealed the deal with the groupie. Just don't say anything, I know I'm an asshole," he sighed while taking another bite of his now cold scrambled eggs.

"Anyway, it was shortly after the Seize the Day music video and it hurt so much having to see it over and over, you know, us playing a couple, while still actually being one. It wasn't until the self-titled that we got back together again. This time, I didn't want to make any more mistakes. After a few months, I proposed, and she knew my intentions were good this time, so she said yes, and it was cloud nine until we actually got married. We had our first fight on our wedding day because she invited fucking McKruger, that stupid son of a bitch. But I tried, Vicky. I tried so hard. It wasn't until you came along that I actually thought about leaving her. And I swear, that was the only time I cheated."

"Do you even know a number?" I had to know. I was aware that it might be a very high number or that he might even not remember it anymore, but if he did, I wanted to know. I had so little experience in this field compared to him. "I don't think you want to hear that, Vicky. But I do want you to know that you're different. And you know it. You're not some kind of groupie who practically laid down in front of me naked with her legs spread. I mean, we didn't even have sex," he started, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Yet," I finished, and Matt just smiled. "Doesn't need to happen right now. This time, I'm not rushing into something before knowing I want it, you know, like last time," he said silently, and I offered a smile to show him I wasn't mad anymore. "Come to think of it, do I want to know what happened then?" I asked. He laughed and replied, "I don't know, it wasn't anything special. Do you even remember anything?" I grinned as I answered, "No, not at all."

"Well, I kissed you, like this," Matt started and leaned over to press his lips on mine. Butterflies, calm down. Now. "And then we kissed like this," he said, pulling away from my lips but quickly rejoining them. He then determinedly brushed his tongue against my lower lip, asking for entrance, and I granted it. I felt him move as he put the tray with the empty plates and cups on the nightstand, but then he put his strong arms around me and pulled me closer until I was straddling his lap. His crotch started moving and I couldn't think clearly anymore. Would we really keep up the waiting thing?

He just grinned into our deep kiss, clearly thinking the same. Or wasn't he? I felt him slowly pull away, but he remained inches away from my lips anyway, keeping his eyes closed and I felt him breathing hard against my lips. My insides started twisting again as he gently stroked my back and pulled me even closer, resting my head against his strong chest.

"Yeah you know, and then we screwed. Wasn't even too long. I was just too drunk to care about, you know, finishing you or something. You put on your stuff after that and said something like 'this is bad, why am I so dizzy' and then you just cuddled closer. I actually didn't want to stay next to you for the whole night, but I kinda just fell asleep then." he looked at me and I nodded.

"Let's get up, freckles, shall we?" he smiled then and carefully pushed me off him. Okay fine, I was starting to get frustrated. No sex again? On one side, I wanted it to happen so bad, wanting to be fully his, but on the other side I knew I would never compare to how good his ex was. I mean, they'd known each other so well, of course it was perfect, right?

Notes

Soo now you guys know some more about Matt and Vicky's sexual past. She kind of wants him, but she's also scared to disappoint him. What do you think will happen?

They cuddle and he brings her breakfast in bed? Things do look kind of good, don't they?

Leave a comment and let me know what you guys think. :)