The First Time

**Matt**

After twelve hours of sleep, I felt pretty damned good. Tour was my life and I loved it, but man, it was exhausting. Being home again felt so damn good. I went about showering and stocking the beer fridge and made sure there would be plenty of food for everyone. I couldn’t wait to kick back with my friends and not worry about a fucking thing tonight.

Yeah, that’s why I was so energized and felt like I could run a marathon. Had nothing to do with her. Nope.

Gates was the first to show up to “help”--a beer in his hands before he even set down what he’d brought. He pinned me with a look and an arched brow.

“Don’t start,” I warned, attempting serious as I wagged a finger at him.
“Oh, c’mon. Just make a fucking move. What is this, junior high?” He teased, sitting on my counter and laughing at my expense.
I kept busy, “Will you cool it? I don’t have feelings for Izzie.”
“First of all, I didn’t even say her name, so that proves everything,” Syn chirped, “And second, who said anything about feelings?!” He started cackling, “I just assumed we were talking about hooking up, here.”
I rolled my eyes, “Izzie and I are friends and I don’t want to jeopardize that friendship.” Nice save, Shads. Nope, that was a lame excuse and I knew it.

“You talking about what a fucking chicken Matt’s gonna be tonight?” Jimmy skipped in the room and I would’ve been annoyed had it not been for the fact that it was impossible to even be annoyed around the guy. He looked at me and gave me a huge grin, “It’s been a year, man. And you broke up with her,” My drummer referred to my ex as I wrinkled my nose, “We have these parties and you guys flirt but nothing ever happens. Man up, Shads. Tonight is your night.” He nodded at me and I swallowed hard. No pressure.

Izzie. Where do I start? She ran in our circles back in high school, but afterwards she went off to college and we went off to make it big. I started getting serious with Sarah, our tour manager, and wasted years of my life trying to convince myself I loved her. As one might guess, Sarah did not like Izzie very much as she could probably see what everyone else saw. No matter how much I’d insist we were just friends, Sarah thought Izzie was out for my crotch and my money. Izzie, on the other hand, had no idea. Which had always been hilarious to watch. She had this adorable awkwardness about her that I refused to admit made my dick hard. We’d hang out at parties and she’d come right up to me and Sarah and talk like they were old galpals. I’d laugh and be in the doghouse for days.

Just thinking of seeing her grey-blue eyes light up when she first saw me made my chest tighten. Get. A fucking grip, dude. Maybe I should’ve jerked off this morning. Oh, geez. The thought of actually hooking up with her that very same night made me almost angry at myself. No, if anything were to actually happen between us I’d do it fucking right. Ask her out. On a date. Not fuck her without any pretense. My bandmates were such a bad influence.

I grabbed my first beer of the night and helped get all the meat over to the grille so Dan could start grilling. People began showing up and soon the pool had plenty of bodies splashing around in it. Fun music blasted from my outside speakers. The California sun getting towards the horizon reminded made me drink in the waning summer. Life was good.

“Shadz! Oh, Shadz!!”

I smiled when I heard Leanna’s voice pierce across my yard. She was a sweetie and hadn’t gone on this tour and I missed the hell out of her. I made to turn and head her way but almost bumped right into her as she beat me to the punch.

“Leanna!!” I grinned wide and was about to hug her when Jimmy’s sly girlfriend pulled another female by the hand, stumbling, right up against her. My heart beat into my throat as I frantically searched for syllables, “Hey, Izzie.”

Fuck, the summer had treated her damn good. Her skin was sunkissed, flushed beautifully. Her hair was tousled just right to look sexy and effortless, the dirty blonde waves just past her shoulders. Her naked shoulders. She wore a top that only had a single string around her neck and told me she wasn’t wearing a bra. Don’t look at her nips.

“Hey, Matt.”

I tried not to glare at Leanna when she scurried off without even bothering with an excuse.

“How was your summer? I heard the tour was awesome.” She clutched at her beer, peeling at the label. Izzie was normal girl height, only coming up to around my shoulders. Made me think of how small she was and how she’d feel in bed underneath me. Concentrate, Matt. Friendsssss.

**Izzie**

Matt smiled, reminding me that his dimples would be the death of me. God, why was I here torturing myself? I both hated and loved the “friend zone” I’d been parked in for years. When would I ever move on? Ever since he’d broken up with Sarah, I’d held out hope. But if he was into me, he would’ve made a move by now. And I sure as hell wasn't about to make one! Besides, I was such an awkward potato, had no business thinking Matt Sanders would ever want anything with me. Just the same, I was drawn to him and when we were together I would swear there was something. Yeah, in my dreams.

“Tour was awesome. The fans, the shows, they get better every year. I keep waiting for it to end, or get old, but it never does.”

“Well, you are only 27,” I couldn’t help but tease him. Shit, we were 27. No way it had been that many years since we were hanging out under the bleachers getting high at football games, “Give it time.” He adorably shrugged and blushed a little, grabbing the back of his neck.

“So how’s work? You still saving kids' lives?” He began to walk around the pool and I walked along with him. Matt always gave me a hard time about what a “saint” I was because I did social work with foster kids. And by hard time, I mean he always complimented me and made me feel amazing.
I nudged my shoulder into his bulky arm. Yep, still hard and ripply as always, “I’m not saving any lives. Just making theirs more tolerable.”

Some other friends who he no doubt also hadn’t seen in six months waved him over. He waved back before turning back to me--using the excuse to put his hand to the small of my back and kiss my cheek, “It’s really great to see you. You better stick around so we can catch up later.”

I smiled and nodded, hoping he wasn’t lying. Based on our past, he wasn’t. There would be plenty of random late nights in our future, talking about whatever just to hang out. Just not the late nights I craved. What I wouldn’t give to have that built body over mine, holding me as his as we pleasured each other. I shivered as he walked away, that fine ass hiding in his swim trunks.

**Matt**

I spent the evening doing my best to play it cool, biding my time and counting the minutes down until it was dark and people started to leave. Being around my friends, in the endings of a California summer, made me relax and my heart smile. Perfect for bringing me down enough to be able to talk to her. I told myself that only having one burger had nothing to do with what I wanted to really do to her tonight.

We off and on wound up in the same circles, joking around as we got back in the routine of us being home again. As the evening wore on, I felt my courage begin to rise.

Eventually, the crowd became sparse and I was eyeing her at the edge of the pool, her feet in as she gabbed with Jimmy. When he caught me looking, he hugged her and ran off--handing me my opportunity. Here goes nothing.

I was already shirtless and shoeless, beginning to like my chances. That didn't stop me from being nervous as fuck, though. I slid in the spot next to her, putting my legs in the water and my hands on the rim of the pool.
“So how’s life other than work? You still skate?”
Izzie laughed, making my stomach flip flop. She had a beautiful laugh, “Life’s good. I don’t really skate much anymore. Kinda grew out of it, I guess. You guys were the only peeps I had that skated, anyway.”
I grinned, remembering our skating days. She was a little awkward at first, but eventually had gotten good. Thinking of all the times I’d picked her up off the ground, fallen over with her, or tended to her wounds, made me wonder for the billionth time why it had never happened for us. There had been so many opportunities. Then stop letting them pass by, dumbass.

“Peeps? Do people have peeps these days?” I teased before throwing the next curve ball, “What about a love life? Dating anyone?” I’d meant it to come off as casual, but instead it came with a snarky, daring smile.

Her eyes widened and snapped up to mine, her eyes darting down to my mouth. I caught the slight intake of breath at the insinuation in my voice and the grin at my lips. Raising her eyes with a deep, sexy blush at her cheeks, she dove her gaze back into the water, “Oh, uh, no. I, um, don’t date much. At all. Ever.”
I had watched her flub her dating attempts before. The few times she dared make the first move on guys, it hadn’t gone well for her. Neither had the times she had tried dating anyone. Maybe her failures were why she’d been so skittish with me. Or you’re just a giant chicken shit.

Studying her, I forced myself to take it easy so that my next move would come off as the genuine compliment I meant it as and not as a cheesy come on, “I never did understand your luck in love. You’re beautiful, funny, sexy, smart. I fear every time I come off of tour that the handsomest man in the world will have snatched you up.”

Izzie’s mouth fell open as she looked up at me again. For a moment I thought I had her, that I’d move in for the kill. But right as I was about to lean in for that heavenly kiss I’d waited so many years for, she laughed nervously and tucked some hair behind her ear, “Me? Oh, god, no. I mean, you know how I am--I--”
“Why do you always do that?” I asked seriously, hiding the smirk that threatened.
“Do what?” She stopped her stammering and gave me a look up through her thick lashes.

There we are. We’d had a billion moments of harmless flirtation, but the second I ever went into dangerous territory, she always backed off. Not this time. She was starting to relax, to let the walls come down to what this could be. She was coy and blinking at me and my stomach lurched.
Searching her eyes for a moment to let the tension thicken, I let one side of my mouth curve up, “You always deflect when I come onto you.” I kept my hands where they were, forcing myself to take it slow and not jump her there on the poolside concrete.
Izzie played with her bottom lip with her teeth, the coy look turning towards burning and yup, I was hard, “You’re coming onto me?”
Wow, once the walls came down this girl had game. Take. It. Slow. Shads.

Flicking my eyes up to see how many people were around, I noticed that they’d all left. My friends were awesome. I lifted a hand and put her delicate chin in between my thumb and forefinger, “When was the last time you were with someone?”

My heart was hammering in my chest. At first, I assumed the flaming of her cheeks was her just being too embarrassed to tell me of her last encounter. There were way too many reasons girls thought we cared--frequency, who it was, etc. I didn’t care, I was just using the question to my advantage. But when her adorable blush turned into her eyes watering and looking away, I felt like the biggest asshole. She was a virgin.

Carefully, I turned my upper body towards hers, cupped her opposite cheek in my hand, and turned her face up so she’d look at me. Her beautiful grey-blue eyes blinked rapidly, trying to rid themselves of the sudden moisture. Once I could see I had her attention again instead of her misplaced humiliation, I went for the kiss.

She was tentative at first, her lips only opening a little as I pressed mine over hers. Urging her into it, I softly opened them further to let my tongue in to show her just how amazing this was going to be. A sudden sense of responsibility overwhelmed me. Instead of it making me nervous, though, it motivated me. To make this the best experience of her life. There would be no dating first, no lead up. This was happening. So I pulled out the best moves I had.

Soothing my hand from her face, down her arm--I slid it around her waist to pull her closer. The kiss deepened further and I groaned. As I held her, her small hand moved up over my arm and to my shoulder. Pulling away, I husked, “You taste like heaven, Izz.”

Her eyes were dreamy, as I’m sure mine were. I smiled down at her before standing up out of the water, extending my hand to her. She took it, and I wordlessly led her into the pool house. It was perfect--a romantic setup because of how the pool lights reflected around the room, just the right amount to make love to her and still get to see her with the lights off. The bed was in the middle of the room, the bathroom off to the side.

Knowing we both smelled like sweat, sunscreen, and chlorine--I led her to the bathroom. A shower would be just what we both needed and would help me extend this as much as I needed. I was above average, so I would somehow have to take my time with her until she was ready enough to take me without hurting her.

Once the water was warm, I skimmed her top over her head, “I’ve waited so long for this, Izzie. Please tell me you want me.” I couldn’t help but wrap my arms around her again and kiss her as I fumbled with her shorts.
“I want you,” She murmured against my mouth, her hands going to my swim trunks. Tugging them down, she let out an excited gasp--as did I--when she palmed my already hard cock.

Looking down for only a moment while she stroked me, Izzie grinned before lifting onto her toes. Before she could put her lips on mine again, though, I tugged her towards the shower. Once we’d both stepped out of the rest of our clothes, she pressed her body against mine under the water.
“Um, you’re gorgeous,” She stated simply, grinning up at me cutely.
Running my hands over her backside, I grinned back, “As are you, Izz. Which I’ve known for like, ten years,” I chuckled at myself. Before I got wrapped up in her body again, I grabbed a lufa and some body wash. Tugging her back against my chest, I did my best to sensually wash her sensational body--using my hands to cup her perky tits or gently tease between her thighs as I did so.
I groaned deeply when she reached behind her and began stroking me. It suddenly got more heated as her head fell back and I bit lightly at her earlobe. I let her go for it for a bit before urging her hand away.

**Izzie**

I had zero experience, so I was not ready for how incredible Matt’s cock felt in my hand. His enormous, sculpted body against mine made my entire being heat to unbearable heights. When he took my hand away from his rock hard flesh, he growled in my ear, “Easy, Izz.” He pressed his hard-on up against my ass, “Believe it or not, it’s been awhile for me.” His words and the way in which he said them in that smooth baritone, drenched over and through me like he was in stereo. His hand moved from my hip, down between my legs and I jolted as he touched me, “I’m going to be working you up for a long time, and I don’t want to cum before we’re both ready.”

Matt’s thoughtfulness was a huge turn on. Not that I needed any more turning on. I’d waited long enough for this, thank you very much! But him telling me it had been awhile for him made me feel strangely more at ease with him. When I could speak again, I’d have to ask exactly how long. Even though what I hoped for wasn’t likely, I wanted nothing between us if at all possible when this finally happened.

My body jerked when his fingers found my clitoris. Wrapping one arm around my waist, Matt put one of my feet up on the edge of the tub and went back to stroking heavenly circles over my rapidly engorging bud, “Have you ever cum by a man’s hands?”
I couldn’t even answer. No, I hadn’t. It felt fantastic. I moaned louder and louder as I got closer. God, it was amazing. Crying out as he got me off, I clutched back at him and he held me up. Fuck. Me.

“Well?” He chuckled deeply in my ear, those large hands soothing over my body to bring me down. Spinning me around, Matt caught me against his chest--that dimpled grin still on his handsome face.

I flushed and bit my lip again, a habit of mine but only around him, “No.” This was so much farther than I’d ever gone with a man. I’d made out with a few guys, but never even made it to third base. I’d had plenty of orgasms by my own hand, but being touched and pleasured by Matt was even better in real life than in the hundreds--ok, probably thousands--of fantasies in my head. If that just now had been that fucking amazing, I couldn’t even begin to comprehend him making love to me. Making love? This isn’t a romance novel, Izzie. Get your head out of the clouds. I honestly didn’t care if this didn’t turn into anything. I’d wanted him for too long. It would absolutely suck if it didn’t, but I knew Matt. Even if kind of a player sometimes, he was a good guy. If he didn’t want more from me, he’d at least be honest with me.

Apparently, Matt liked my answer. Winking at me, he quickly brushed the luffa over his own body and stood back under the water to rinse off. Holy damn. Him reaching back with both hands and running his fingers through his hair as the water cascaded down over his flexing muscles, and then his straining cock, was an orgasmic experience by itself. No man had any right being that fucking hot. While he had his eyes closed, I took another peak at his gorgeous maleness. I had no idea how that thing was supposed to fit inside me, but I had zero qualms about giving it my best shot. I nearly gasped when my mind wondered next what it would look like when he came.

“Glad you approve, Izz.”

**Matt**

I chuckled when I caught her staring at my fully hard erection. Honestly, I wasn’t usually this hard until we were a little farther along than this, but she had me ready to drive through brick walls right now. Ushering her out of the shower after turning off the water, I took my time drying her off--using the towel and my hands to my advantage. I felt awful for her that she’d gotten this far in life without a man’s touch, but couldn’t deny the pride that had swelled in my chest that I had gotten to be, and would get to be, her first. If she was half as into me as I was into her, I would also be her last.

With a feminine giggle that made my balls ache, Izzie took the towel out of my hands and dropped it--grabbing a clean one to start in on me. I wasn’t about to stop her. I groaned and smiled and watched as she rounded my standing form and took me in. I let her appreciate me. I worked hard as hell for my physique, and this moment right now was sure making it all worth it. Her lips kissed over the lower part of my shoulders as her hands wandered down my back and around to my abs and down to my cock. Leaning back into her touch, I gasped when she dropped the towel and took my dick in both her hands.

“Izzie…” My voice came out with so much need. Her touch sent jolts straight through me and I began to throb. I didn’t want her to stop, but she needed to, so I gently pulled her hands away and turned. Plastering herself to my front, her eyes pleaded up at me as her fingers drew circles on my chest.

“I’ve never gone down, Matt. I want to know how it feels to have you in my mouth.”

Ugh, jesus. She was reducing me to a panting teenager about to cum down my own leg. Just imagining her on her knees got me dangerously closer. I put one of her hands in mine, laughing at my own ineptitude as I kissed it. Feeling my cheeks heat with both desire and embarrassment, I took a deep breath, “God, Izz. You can’t just say things like that to me and expect me not to blow my load right here and now. Fuckin’ A.” I shook my head and she grinned, liking that she had this effect on me, “Trust me, I’m tempted to satisfy you with my tongue and cum in your mouth and call it a night. But I want to show you how it feels to have me inside that divine pussy of yours, not your mouth.”

That shut her right up.

Just to further put this whole experience over the top for her, I bent and picked her up bridal style, carried her to the bed, and carefully placed her in the middle of it. Hovering over her, I took her in for a moment. I twirled some of her dirty blonde hair between my fingers...dragged a finger down her cheek...my thumb over her bottom lip. So beautiful. And mine for the taking, even if just for tonight.

I was extremely aware that I had no idea what she really wanted past tonight. Of course it seemed that we were a perfect match, that fate had finally revealed itself to us. But it hadn’t been voiced, and right now was not the time. I might be setting myself up to have my heart broken, but at least tonight--I could give her this. Her first time, like it should be.

When I lowered my head to kiss her, it was like she could read my mind. It was tender, and very tentative. Questioning, searching. As it deepened back into the passion we’d had moments before in the shower, I began to relax. Fighting the urge to fill her with my overwhelming need right the fuck now, I started my long trek down her amazing body.

Having my lips on every inch of her wasn’t a chore. It was my honor. How much she responded to me was my heaven. I took my time down her neck, under her ear, over her collarbone. Each nipple got my undivided attention as I tortured them into glorious, pink, erect buds. I used my hands to soothe her skin as my lips brought her to life. When I finally got to her pussy, I spread her lips with my hands and looked up at her. She was long past gone and I hadn’t even put my tongue in her yet. She had given herself over to pleasure--face upturned, body writhing, fingers in my hair, tits shoved in the air. It was beyond awesome.

Touching her lightly--over her hood, clit, and down her wet seam--I flicked my tongue out to taste her. First her clit, then down between her folds. Back up. Her reactions were extreme--to be expected since she’d never done this before. She was vibrating and humming and cooing and it took everything I possessed within not to jerk myself off to her moans. Deciding she’d been built up enough for her next, I suckled her clit until she came.

As she came down, I buried my tongue inside her--beginning the next part of getting her ready for me. Once she was chanting my name rhythmically, I pulled back and gently slid a finger inside her. I bit my lip when she practically jumped through the ceiling. She had no idea how hot she was, how much this part alone was getting me off. She was nice and wet, so I slipped in a second.

“Matt! Ah god, your fingers are...so thick…” She moaned. Izzie bent her knees more and widened her legs further, inviting me in for more. Begging me. “Please take me, Matt...”

“Not yet, baby.” I kissed the inside of her thigh, enthralled with watching her react to me. When two of my fingers easily slid in and out of her, I added a third. That was the stretch, the mark where she began to feel something other than pleasure. Shouting my name, Izzie reached down and grabbed my wrist. Caught somewhere in between trying to stop me and encouraging me, she simply held on until she came wet around my digits.

Relaxing back into the sheets and letting go of my wrist, Izzie hummed appreciatively, “The way you touch me, Matt…” She cooed, “I’ve never felt like this.”
I grinned and kissed her again on the inside of her other thigh, “Me either, Izz.”

Moving my fingers a bit more to coax her back towards excitement, I closed my lips over her clit again--just for a few moments to work her back up to be able to take me. She was dripping down my hand and calling out again, and I knew that she was as ready as she’d ever be. Unfortunately, there was only so much I could do. It would still be slightly painful for her, but I hoped it wasn’t much.

I gently pulled out my fingers and stood up. Grabbing a condom out of the night stand, I sat back on my heels between her legs. Tearing the protection open, my eyes met hers. The slight nervousness that glistened there furthered my need to take extra care with her. When I was about to roll the condom down my unbearable excitement for her, she grabbed my hand away. Stopping cold, I looked at her questioningly. Was she having doubts?

“Exactly...how long has it been for you?”

All my hard work, all my togetherness, my moxie--fell to pieces around me. I stuttered helplessly, “Well, I, it was--I mean it hasn’t really--” I couldn’t form a sentence. I started to sweat, my cheeks on fire. I pulled at the back of my neck, the minutes seeming to tick by even though it was probably half a second. It’s not that I didn’t want to tell her, it just didn’t seem like the right time.

“Are you clean?”

I stopped cold. My hand dropped. Along with my jaw. There was no way she was asking what I think she was really asking. No man is that lucky. She was already my unicorn, would she really give that much of herself to me? Trust me that innately? I swallowed hard, my heart beating in my ears.

“Yes I am, Izz. I promise.” I crawled carefully, oh so slowly over her and looked deep into her scared, gorgeous blue eyes, “You’re...on the pill?”

Fuck, it had been years. Sarah had never gone on the pill, so I’d always had to rubber up with her. And I wasn’t so stupid as to bareback a groupie. I don’t think I had literally never, but it had been so long I didn’t even remember.

She nodded, but didn’t spell it out. I raised both brows, “Are you sure? Just say the word, I don’t mind--”
Izzie stopped me by grabbing the condom and giggling as she threw it off to the side, “I’m sure.”
I was the luckiest fucker on the whole damn planet.

Cupping the back of her neck in my hand, I gently pried her lips open with mine--invading her mouth with my tongue so perfectly that it hopefully scattered her mind. The less tense she was, the better. Settling my hips down between her legs, I used my other hand to press the crest of my cock against her wet lips. Letting go, I moved my fingers up over her skin to her hip--and took her.

My entire universe shattered. There was nothing better than that first thrust in, but this...this...oh, dear god. The warm feeling of great pussy slammed into the fact that not only was she a virgin but she was Izzie--my Izzie. I’d jerked off to this very moment countless times for countless years, but it was absolutely nothing compared to the real thing. So real. So tight. So warm. So her.

I was pulled out of my nirvana by the choked off noise at the back of her throat. Not able to deal with seeing her tears, I buried my face in her neck. Determined to make her feel good again, I caressed her side and her breast with my hand, her ear, under her jawline, over her pulse point with my lips, “Relax, Izzie. Feel me.”

Her hands that had dug themselves into my shoulders let go, slowly moving over my skin. I realized she’d been holding her breath when she took a shaky breath in. Propping myself up with one elbow, I used my other hand to slide down her arm--placing her hand next to her head, my fingers intertwining with hers. She held on as I gently pulled out a little and sunk back into her.

“Look at me.”

Her eyes took my breath clean away. I could tell she was in pain, but they said she still wanted me. They were alight with the heaviness of the moment, of us finally being together. And a tantalizing color in the dancing light off the pool outside. I churned my hips, taking her a bit deeper. Her lashes fluttered, her mouth opening further in a silent gasp that was sexy as fuck.

Letting go of her hand, I moved mine over her hair, trying to soothe her as I moved tentatively in and out of her, “Izz, if it gets to be too much, you can tell me to stop.” I prayed to all the gods that she wouldn’t, though. There were no words for how much pleasure there was nestled inside her.
Izzie shook her head and I could breathe again, “Keep doing...exactly th-that--”
“Anything for you, Izz…” I whispered and did my best to keep my pace. I was damn determined to get her to feel her first orgasm from our joining, but I knew the second we got there that I wasn’t going to last a second longer.

My world suddenly crashed into slow motion: her head tipped back, her full lips parting in the single sexiest moan I’d ever heard; her hips rolled up, accepting more of me as I thrust forward--a high cry sounding when our bodies fully met and pressed together; her fingers twisting into my hair and gripping so needily. She could feeling the pleasure now, finally. I could feel her wet, tight inner walls thrum around my shaft--along every inch from sack to tip. Not ever having known any sensation like it, I let a loud groan-growl escape from my throat to let her know just how good it felt.

“Matt…” She began to chant, my name a breathy moan at her lips as she began to climb and take me with her.
“Izz...oh god, Izz...you feel so naked--” I had no idea how to express how personal the feeling was, that there was nothing between us. As her pulsating around my cock quickened, I had to go faster. I couldn’t stop it. Threading our fingers together again, I kissed her deeply before watching her get there.
“Let go, Izzie, I’m right here.”

Her body locked up, head thrown back and pure ecstasy written across her face. She was silent, but so tight and vibrating around me that I knew she was cumming. Digging my toes into the mattress, I drove harder into her to slide past her unforgiving, begging pussy to throw myself over with her. I cried out as she milked spurt after spurt from me, unloading deep inside her. Holding myself buried as the last of it ran like lightning through my entire body and into her, I labored for air until I was fully spent.
Her body only relaxed when mine did, telling me she’d also cum the entire time that I had.

I was ready. Fully ready to tell her. Maybe it was the sex talking, but she deserved to know. To know after all these years how I really felt about her. If she moved on, I’d live with her friendship as long as she was still a part of life. But after what she’d just given me, I had to. Had to.

“God, Izz…” I groaned into her ear, letting most of my weight blanket her as I held her in my arms. Nuzzling her neck, I lightly kissed under her ear, “I love you.”

Her little hands pressed against my sweaty chest, so I raised up enough to look down into her shocked eyes. I simply grinned, unable to contain myself.
“Did you just--?” She arched a brow at me.
I chuckled, turning on the charm as I smiled at her and touched her sweet face, “I did." I said unabashedly, "That was...soul-shattering, Izzie. I’ve waited so long for you, been so stupid.” I shook my head lightly, “But god, I hope you’ll say it back.”

Studying me as she framed my face in her hands, Izzie bit her bottom lip. I knew she was holding back her overwhelming emotions at the moment, but the move was still pure accidental seduction on her part. Fingers grazing my cheeks, she blinked up at me with a perfect smile, “I love you.”

I smiled so much it hurt. Clearing my throat, I forced my smile to dim so that I could give her a serious look, “You okay?” I knew she’d know all the different ways in which I meant the question. She nodded, tears in her pretty eyes that told me I’d done my job well.

I pulled out gently, falling onto my back, exhausted. Nothing had ever taken it outta me like that just had. Totally worth it. When she snuggled into my chest, my heart felt like it might explode. Wrapping my arms around her, I kissed her hair and mumbled, “Please tell me this makes you mine now.”

Izzie leaned her head back to meet my eyes, “Yes, silly.”
And I’ve never slept so happy in my life.

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Notes

This one has been a long time comin' for me, wooow. SO SORRY this one took so long, Kimmie!!!! This seriously stole my heart, though. Like, I can so SEE them and their infinite cuteness, so thank you for the commission Kimmie! God, this was so fun to write!

Ever gotten to just stand there while a man stands under the water and runs his hands back through his hair? It's like a damn Fabio commercial or some shit. I think my bf has figured out all the things that I like to watch him do, though, and does them more--which I FULLY appreciate. So. Hot.

And MATTY. Dear. Lord. Thoughtful, loving, hot, vulnerable, sweet. This one had it all.
Please comment, loves! Thanks for reading! It might take me for-fucking-ever, but feel free to commission me for another one!