Sunny Disposition
Chapter 17
Sophia's POV
After a long strenuous day of waiting around in a hospital, the doctors refused Brian for release. He wasn't happy, I think he cracked another rib cursing the doctors and screaming his anger.
However, this meant I could spend the night with Matt. And I wanted this. So, after we said goodbye to Brian and left him alone in the hospital, which smothered me with guilt, Matt grabbed a bag of mine with his unbroken arm and lead me to his car.
I sat myself in the car, wrapping me securely with the seat belt which still smelt of my perfume from the car journey I made in it in earlier in the week. He jumped in next to me, with a smile as wide as his face.
"What you wanna do tonight?" he asked eagerly, staring deeply into my eyes. He grabbed a hold of my hand with his cast on which made it impossible for me to hold onto his hand properly.
"I don't know," I giggled. "I'm pretty tired"
"That's not an option - we're going out, I'm taking you out!"
"Food?" I proposed.
"Food," he nodded temptingly. "Okay," he smiled, again with a nod. He started the engine of his car which created a loud growl - and he set off. We didn't speak at all on the way back to Matt's house, not silent however. He had his music turned up loud, but not too ear deafening, and he sang every word to the Black Sabbath Never Say Die album.
After 20 minutes of driving, at last we arrived. His grey house was a blur behind the rain washed window of his 4x4. It was large, certainly, almost intimidatingly so - compared to my shabby house. On climbing out of his car, it took a more detailed form, natural grey stone with all the hues mother nature can provide. The paintwork on the trim was brilliant white, flawless and the path wound to a double oak front door in loose pea shingle. The windows weren't the large ones that are so fashionable now, but more the size she used to see in old country cottages, and like them they were mullioned. The outside of his house was utterly beautiful, it shamed me. Again, he grabbed my case and carried it up through the grand porch entrance of his mansion-like house and fiddled for his keys inside of his pocket, refusing to place the case on the floor as if the marbled porch was too expensive for such activity.
As he finally unlocked the grand door, he pushed it open and allowed me to enter before him. The floors were polished concrete and the furniture Scandinavian, high end designers only. The only compromise to comfort was the sheepskin rug on the floor, so clean it was hard to believe anyone had ever stepped foot on it. The only mess was the wet footprints that I and Matt had tracked in with our sloppy shoes. I gazed around the hall in ore. The polished wood shone in the soft light of the chandelier above, and the symmetry of the stairs threw the whole room into an organized chaos. The steps rose out of themselves, each one more smooth and perfect than the last, the green of the fake plants against the rich chestnut of the staircase offset the severity of the colors and emphasized the white scalloping, looking like a layer of snow resting upon the woodwork. I felt like a princess in a ball waiting for my prince to come.
"Do you like the house?" he smiled, kicking off his shoes rudely and sliding them across the hall. I was in shock he would treat the elegance like this.
"It's fucking beautiful, Matt" I laughed, still staring at every detail there was to stare at.
"Could be yours one day too" he winked. My face dropped and reddened riper than the raw punch mark on the side of neck. "Chill out, it was a joke"
"Sorry," my blush faded and I too removed my shoes, but placed them in a neater pile than his against the corner of the door. Matt walked over to me and took my hand.
"Let me show you upstairs," he grabbed my case with his other hand [the unbroken one] and guided us both upstairs.
He allowed me into his bedroom which was furnished on a meagre budget [compared to downstairs] but it was full of more warmth than I had seen in years. On the back wall was a mural, a tree with every colour of fall leaf imaginable and a few more besides. On the crude pine bed was a hand embroidered orange cover. From every wall smiled black and white photographs of him and his family and the band, I spotted one of me on there too. As I admired the images, he crept behind me and slid his arms around me. The cast on his arm interfered with the intimacy of his touch, but he made up for it with his other arm by squeezing me with all that he had.
I span around to his big and beautiful face which forever gleamed at the sight of me. His nose softly rubbed against mine, our lips a breath away, eyes locked into each others. He whispered he loved me as our clothed bodies touched. He moved me, walking me towards his king sized bed, he gently pushed me down onto it where I fell onto my back hitting my head on his soft pillows. He crawled over me and inexorably pressed his lips to mine again. It was soft and gentle and chaste and maybe there’s no fireworks or sparks with this caring kiss, but it’s better than that – it’s a wave of warmth that fills me up, spilling out from my heart and the warmth of his lips on mine rushing to every corner of my body: the cracks in between his toes, the crooks of his elbows, the tips of his ears. Every inch of him is saturated with love for me.
I found myself eagerly grabbing the bottom of his tshirt and pulling up, he cheekily smiled at me. Whilst on top of me, he sat himself up and removed his top slowly and seductively. It was like a scene in a Magic Mike film. In front of me, a man tattooed to the max, muscles, abs and all, even the sight of his - excuse my phrasing here - longing bulge through his tight jeans made me feel weak enough to faint. He carefully fell back closely to my lips where he planted them with yet another kiss. Matt's finger tips were electric, they must be, for wherever they touched my skin tingles in a frenzy of static. As his hands moved over my skin, under my tshirt, my body had a transitory paralysis, my mind was unable to process the pleasure so fast. His head moves around to my left ear and he whispers what's coming next.
"How about we take this off," he began, tugging on my shirt. "And let me show you how much I love you?"
Suddenly my body is off pause-mode and I pull back for a kiss that's both soft and hard. Both of us move in an intoxicated dance of limbs. He's my cat-nip, I was his whiskey on ice. I did as he wished, I removed my t shirt faster than I ever have before and was immediately showered by an array of kisses to my chest and stomach.
"Oh my god," he strained loving me with his lips. "You are so fucking gorgeous" he admired my body and bit his lip with passion. His hands ran over my covered breasts, which were neither big nor small but from his expression it was like he'd never met with any before. It shows how drunk he was the time we had sex after the funeral. I was too, I couldn't remember a thing and was eager to see what I have as mine. He lifted himself back up again and before he could, my hand raced to his jeans where I unbuckled his belt, sliding it through his loop holes and throwing it to the side. I then found his buttons where I fought to get them open, after a complex fiddle they popped open and revealed something I should be scared of. I lay in front of him, mouth open wider than if I had won the lottery. The shape and size I saw through his boxers had me shocked and unprepared. He bent himself down towards me again and chuckled in my ear.
"We'll take it slow"
I smiled back without a word and kissed his cheek as a thank you - as a matter of fact I was simply too speechless to respond. After he yanked his jeans down and tossed them away, it was my turn. He crawled down my body kissing every inch of skin showing, and effortlessly opened my jeans button. I didn't have matching underwear on today which was embarrassing. I had a peach Brazilian panties on with a black laced bra - but he didn't take one notice and pulled my jeans off faster than anything. He kissed over the peach lace which sent tingles through my body, the slight touch he made pleasured me ever so slightly, I gripped the covers as he kissed harder.
"I can't wait anymore Matt," I shivered. He smiled up at me, and trailed himself back up to me. Whilst indulging in a kiss, his hands removed my underwear, his too, and he pressed himself against me and grinded onto me making things hard to control. Slowly, we became entwined with our hearts fusing into one, soberly this time. Carefully and slowly he entered inside of me, taking every breath I had away in an instant.
"Is that okay?" he whispered already holding back sighs of pleasure.
"Yes," I managed to speak with my eyes closed feeling every inch of him. As he began steadily thrusting himself, our bodies moved to the rhythmic sounds of the murmurs of sweet nonsense in our ears. His tongue in our kiss carved every inch of my body like a chisel, I had to gasp for air. Every kiss has a raw intensity - breathing fast, heart rates faster. Our skin is moving softly together, like the finest of silk. Our tongues entwined in a kiss, and then he's inside, changing my breathing with every thrust, hearing my moans timed to his body. This was different to any sex I've had. Even with Matt as a teenager. It was always fucking. This was different and felt like love, it must sound cringe if I told it to anybody else.
As Matt thrusted harder, my moans grew and my temperature boiled with passion. I gripped onto his back with every strength I had, he held onto me too, strong enough to make bruises - but it was thoroughly made from the heat and intimacy.
"Fuck," he groaned picking up his rhythmic pace.
"My god," I almost screamed unable to control myself as I felt myself reach my climax. "Fuck, Brian!"
All feeling pleasure dissapeared.
Matt carried on, thrusting in another 3-4 times before realizing. He then stopped suddenly.
"What did you just say?"
"I said you-" I spat. "I meant you-" he let go of my body which he held up, I dropped onto the bed and he removed himself from me and instantly put his boxers back on which were on the end of the bed.
I was ashamed.
"You said- Brian" he sat up trying to figure out and puzzle together what I said and what it meant.
"Yeah-" I spoke weakly. "I think it's because he's on my mind in hospital alone-" I defensively added. "It didn't mean anything- anything that you thought it would mean"
I stole my underwear which had been flung besides me and put them on, covering up the rest of my body with a throw next to his bed. I picked it up and flung it over my body, partially covering my shamed face.
What was I thinking?!
"Sophia-" he sighed. "Do you have feelings for him or something?"
What WAS I thinking?
After a long strenuous day of waiting around in a hospital, the doctors refused Brian for release. He wasn't happy, I think he cracked another rib cursing the doctors and screaming his anger.
However, this meant I could spend the night with Matt. And I wanted this. So, after we said goodbye to Brian and left him alone in the hospital, which smothered me with guilt, Matt grabbed a bag of mine with his unbroken arm and lead me to his car.
I sat myself in the car, wrapping me securely with the seat belt which still smelt of my perfume from the car journey I made in it in earlier in the week. He jumped in next to me, with a smile as wide as his face.
"What you wanna do tonight?" he asked eagerly, staring deeply into my eyes. He grabbed a hold of my hand with his cast on which made it impossible for me to hold onto his hand properly.
"I don't know," I giggled. "I'm pretty tired"
"That's not an option - we're going out, I'm taking you out!"
"Food?" I proposed.
"Food," he nodded temptingly. "Okay," he smiled, again with a nod. He started the engine of his car which created a loud growl - and he set off. We didn't speak at all on the way back to Matt's house, not silent however. He had his music turned up loud, but not too ear deafening, and he sang every word to the Black Sabbath Never Say Die album.
After 20 minutes of driving, at last we arrived. His grey house was a blur behind the rain washed window of his 4x4. It was large, certainly, almost intimidatingly so - compared to my shabby house. On climbing out of his car, it took a more detailed form, natural grey stone with all the hues mother nature can provide. The paintwork on the trim was brilliant white, flawless and the path wound to a double oak front door in loose pea shingle. The windows weren't the large ones that are so fashionable now, but more the size she used to see in old country cottages, and like them they were mullioned. The outside of his house was utterly beautiful, it shamed me. Again, he grabbed my case and carried it up through the grand porch entrance of his mansion-like house and fiddled for his keys inside of his pocket, refusing to place the case on the floor as if the marbled porch was too expensive for such activity.
As he finally unlocked the grand door, he pushed it open and allowed me to enter before him. The floors were polished concrete and the furniture Scandinavian, high end designers only. The only compromise to comfort was the sheepskin rug on the floor, so clean it was hard to believe anyone had ever stepped foot on it. The only mess was the wet footprints that I and Matt had tracked in with our sloppy shoes. I gazed around the hall in ore. The polished wood shone in the soft light of the chandelier above, and the symmetry of the stairs threw the whole room into an organized chaos. The steps rose out of themselves, each one more smooth and perfect than the last, the green of the fake plants against the rich chestnut of the staircase offset the severity of the colors and emphasized the white scalloping, looking like a layer of snow resting upon the woodwork. I felt like a princess in a ball waiting for my prince to come.
"Do you like the house?" he smiled, kicking off his shoes rudely and sliding them across the hall. I was in shock he would treat the elegance like this.
"It's fucking beautiful, Matt" I laughed, still staring at every detail there was to stare at.
"Could be yours one day too" he winked. My face dropped and reddened riper than the raw punch mark on the side of neck. "Chill out, it was a joke"
"Sorry," my blush faded and I too removed my shoes, but placed them in a neater pile than his against the corner of the door. Matt walked over to me and took my hand.
"Let me show you upstairs," he grabbed my case with his other hand [the unbroken one] and guided us both upstairs.
He allowed me into his bedroom which was furnished on a meagre budget [compared to downstairs] but it was full of more warmth than I had seen in years. On the back wall was a mural, a tree with every colour of fall leaf imaginable and a few more besides. On the crude pine bed was a hand embroidered orange cover. From every wall smiled black and white photographs of him and his family and the band, I spotted one of me on there too. As I admired the images, he crept behind me and slid his arms around me. The cast on his arm interfered with the intimacy of his touch, but he made up for it with his other arm by squeezing me with all that he had.
I span around to his big and beautiful face which forever gleamed at the sight of me. His nose softly rubbed against mine, our lips a breath away, eyes locked into each others. He whispered he loved me as our clothed bodies touched. He moved me, walking me towards his king sized bed, he gently pushed me down onto it where I fell onto my back hitting my head on his soft pillows. He crawled over me and inexorably pressed his lips to mine again. It was soft and gentle and chaste and maybe there’s no fireworks or sparks with this caring kiss, but it’s better than that – it’s a wave of warmth that fills me up, spilling out from my heart and the warmth of his lips on mine rushing to every corner of my body: the cracks in between his toes, the crooks of his elbows, the tips of his ears. Every inch of him is saturated with love for me.
I found myself eagerly grabbing the bottom of his tshirt and pulling up, he cheekily smiled at me. Whilst on top of me, he sat himself up and removed his top slowly and seductively. It was like a scene in a Magic Mike film. In front of me, a man tattooed to the max, muscles, abs and all, even the sight of his - excuse my phrasing here - longing bulge through his tight jeans made me feel weak enough to faint. He carefully fell back closely to my lips where he planted them with yet another kiss. Matt's finger tips were electric, they must be, for wherever they touched my skin tingles in a frenzy of static. As his hands moved over my skin, under my tshirt, my body had a transitory paralysis, my mind was unable to process the pleasure so fast. His head moves around to my left ear and he whispers what's coming next.
"How about we take this off," he began, tugging on my shirt. "And let me show you how much I love you?"
Suddenly my body is off pause-mode and I pull back for a kiss that's both soft and hard. Both of us move in an intoxicated dance of limbs. He's my cat-nip, I was his whiskey on ice. I did as he wished, I removed my t shirt faster than I ever have before and was immediately showered by an array of kisses to my chest and stomach.
"Oh my god," he strained loving me with his lips. "You are so fucking gorgeous" he admired my body and bit his lip with passion. His hands ran over my covered breasts, which were neither big nor small but from his expression it was like he'd never met with any before. It shows how drunk he was the time we had sex after the funeral. I was too, I couldn't remember a thing and was eager to see what I have as mine. He lifted himself back up again and before he could, my hand raced to his jeans where I unbuckled his belt, sliding it through his loop holes and throwing it to the side. I then found his buttons where I fought to get them open, after a complex fiddle they popped open and revealed something I should be scared of. I lay in front of him, mouth open wider than if I had won the lottery. The shape and size I saw through his boxers had me shocked and unprepared. He bent himself down towards me again and chuckled in my ear.
"We'll take it slow"
I smiled back without a word and kissed his cheek as a thank you - as a matter of fact I was simply too speechless to respond. After he yanked his jeans down and tossed them away, it was my turn. He crawled down my body kissing every inch of skin showing, and effortlessly opened my jeans button. I didn't have matching underwear on today which was embarrassing. I had a peach Brazilian panties on with a black laced bra - but he didn't take one notice and pulled my jeans off faster than anything. He kissed over the peach lace which sent tingles through my body, the slight touch he made pleasured me ever so slightly, I gripped the covers as he kissed harder.
"I can't wait anymore Matt," I shivered. He smiled up at me, and trailed himself back up to me. Whilst indulging in a kiss, his hands removed my underwear, his too, and he pressed himself against me and grinded onto me making things hard to control. Slowly, we became entwined with our hearts fusing into one, soberly this time. Carefully and slowly he entered inside of me, taking every breath I had away in an instant.
"Is that okay?" he whispered already holding back sighs of pleasure.
"Yes," I managed to speak with my eyes closed feeling every inch of him. As he began steadily thrusting himself, our bodies moved to the rhythmic sounds of the murmurs of sweet nonsense in our ears. His tongue in our kiss carved every inch of my body like a chisel, I had to gasp for air. Every kiss has a raw intensity - breathing fast, heart rates faster. Our skin is moving softly together, like the finest of silk. Our tongues entwined in a kiss, and then he's inside, changing my breathing with every thrust, hearing my moans timed to his body. This was different to any sex I've had. Even with Matt as a teenager. It was always fucking. This was different and felt like love, it must sound cringe if I told it to anybody else.
As Matt thrusted harder, my moans grew and my temperature boiled with passion. I gripped onto his back with every strength I had, he held onto me too, strong enough to make bruises - but it was thoroughly made from the heat and intimacy.
"Fuck," he groaned picking up his rhythmic pace.
"My god," I almost screamed unable to control myself as I felt myself reach my climax. "Fuck, Brian!"
All feeling pleasure dissapeared.
Matt carried on, thrusting in another 3-4 times before realizing. He then stopped suddenly.
"What did you just say?"
"I said you-" I spat. "I meant you-" he let go of my body which he held up, I dropped onto the bed and he removed himself from me and instantly put his boxers back on which were on the end of the bed.
I was ashamed.
"You said- Brian" he sat up trying to figure out and puzzle together what I said and what it meant.
"Yeah-" I spoke weakly. "I think it's because he's on my mind in hospital alone-" I defensively added. "It didn't mean anything- anything that you thought it would mean"
I stole my underwear which had been flung besides me and put them on, covering up the rest of my body with a throw next to his bed. I picked it up and flung it over my body, partially covering my shamed face.
What was I thinking?!
"Sophia-" he sighed. "Do you have feelings for him or something?"
What WAS I thinking?
Notes
Hey guys! Can I just apologise for the slow updates, I have crappy google chrome and everytime I'm writing a chapter the page is unresponsive and I lose my writing -_-
But yay here it is!!! Hope you enjoyed it, let me know what you think!! You guys are amazing thank you x
Team Brian! I'm really loving this! Off to read the continuation now x
6/29/17