// THE CAITIES //

[marcylienes]

hes actually so fucking cute

[caitiesquared]

Chocolate

Matty’s POV I smile down at Caitie, watching the way her lips wrap around the joint, breathing in the drug and holding it in. I place my hand on her delectable thigh, giving it a squeeze. She looks up at me, blowing out the smoke and giving me a shy smile.  “What?” She asks me, blinking her large gray-blue eyes up at me.  “Nothing, babe.” I reply, before putting my hand out, silently asking for the blunt. She hands it to me, covering my hand on her thigh with her own and interlacing our fingers.  Taking a hit, I let my eyes roam around our group of friends. Of course all my mates are here; George, Adam and Ross. George has a girl leaning against him while the other blokes are laughing at something Ryan, Caitie’s brother said. The entire picture is normal except for the girl that has her arm wrapped around Ryan’s waist.  I lean my head down, softly nudging it against Caitie’s. When I have her attention, I nod my chin in the direction of the mysterious girl, question written in my gaze.  “Oh!” Caitie gasps. “I completely forget. Rebecca!” She calls for the girl, who looks up and starts to walk over to us when Caitie motions her to.  When she reaches us, Caitie makes the introductions. “Babe, this is Rebecca, I met her out the other night. Bec, this is Matty.” Rebecca smiles at me, taking my out stretched hand in her fragile one. “Rebecca, huh? What ever happened to Stephanie? Haven’t seen her around for a while.” I remark, giving my girl a curious glance.  Shrugging, she says, “Steph was a shit friend. Fucking bitch. Ugh.” Her eyes give a slight roll, making me let out a small chuckle. 

I’m still staring at her when she turns back to Rebecca gossiping about the fight between her and Steph. My eyes trace across her features from her captivating eyes to her soft jawline. I catch sight of the ink brandishing her skin and recall with an adoring smile the night she got it. 

…

I walk into the kitchen with my hair still ruffled from sleep. Waking up from my afternoon nap without Caitie next to me made me grumpy.

“There you are,” I murmur when my eyes land on her form resting on the island. 

“Here I am,” she says brightly. Too brightly.

“What are you up to?” I say with narrowed, accusing eyes. She looks appalled for a moment but it fades quickly into amusement.

“Nothing. I just have a surprise for you later, that’s all.”

I don’t know if I’m excited or worried.

“Okay,” I drawl out waiting for a catch.

“Get ready. We’re leaving in an hour.”

“Wha-”

“Matty, go!” she orders jokingly.

“Alright, alright,” I chuckle and head to the bedroom to get ready.

…

“Can I open my eyes now?”

“Matthew. If you ask me that one more time…" 

"You’ll what?” I tease with a grin.

“I-I, I don’t know but it won’t be good." 

I laugh loudly and feel for her waist.

"Everything you do is good, babe,” I say cheekily while sneaking a palm to cup her arse.

“Matty…” she says warningly.

“C'mon!” I whine.

“Okay you can open your eyes,” she says ignoring my childish behavior.

I blink softly as my eyes meet the neon sign that reads ‘Tattoos’.

“You’re getting me a tattoo?!” I question, excitement overtaking my face.

“No.”

Oh.

My face falls and I look between the building and her a few times.

“I’m getting a tattoo,” she reveals with a comical look.

My previous expression is replaced when I imagine my beautiful girl with a permanent marking in her pale skin.

“That’s hot,” I say to inform her of where my mind is.

She rolls her eyes but can’t hide her cute little blush as she smiles and reaches for my hand.

“C'mon, you’ve gotta hold me hand.”

Almost an hour later she’s bandaged up and ready to go. She hadn’t let me see the design when the artist was pricking her skin.

“When we get home,” she had said.

When we pull up to our flat, I lean across the console to take her in a surprise kiss before leading her up the drive. 

Once we’re inside I can’t hold it in any longer.

“Lemme see, lemme see,” I make grabby hands towards her and she playfully takes off her shirt.

“Okay, but if you get all sentimental and shit I will hit you.”

“Babe. Really? It’s me we’re talking about,” I tease as she carefully unwraps her bandage.

“Okay…”

And then it’s there. Out in the open for everyone with eyes to see. The slightly slanted words that mean so much to me are now permanently embedded into the love of my life’s skin.

Don’t you mind?

I’m stunned for a moment and then automatically reach toward and kiss her hard. Kiss her to express all the things I can’t say out loud. Kiss her to show her how much this means to me.

“I’m so in love with you,” I breathe into her mouth when we pull apart.

“The feelings mutual,” she tries to lift the heaviness if the situation with a light joke.

I just smile and breathe her in only to reconnect our mouths, for what was definitely not the last time that night.

…

“Stop making eyes at one another and get in the damn car!” yells Ross. We both look away from each other, seeing the group, now all standing, making their way to the cars.  I stand up, pulling Caitie up with me. We pile into the black Range Rover with Ryan, Becca and Ross while George and Adam head back to their shared flat.  With Ryan driving, we’re making good time on our way to the old abandoned building a few blocks away. It’s become our spot.  With Caitie on my lap, I’m not paying attention to anything other than my hand sneaking in between her silky thighs. She squirms in my laugh, not helping the raging hard on that’s threatening to burst from my ripped skinny jeans. She bats my hand away, looking at me with stern gaze.  “My brother’s right there, Matthew. Don’t."  Glancing up front, I see Ryan focused entirely on the road, his hand holding onto Rebecca’s, who’s in the middle of bringing a spliff to her lips. "He’s not paying attention to us, love. Let’s have some-” I get cut off by the sudden blaring of sirens and the harsh light of red and blue shining in my eyes.  “Fuck,” Ross swears from beside me.  Ryan slowly brings the car to a stop. Caitie slides off my lap and into the seat between me and Ross while Rebecca hurry to hide the blunt in the glove box. There’s a sudden knock on the window from the police officer. When Ryan is finished rolling the window down, the cop bends a little, sorta sticking his head into the car to get a good look at us all.  “Hmm. You do know that this is a residential area? And you were way above the speed limit, right?"  When Ryan goes to answer, the cop stops him, and his stern gaze quickly turns into one of disgust. "What’s that smell, hmm? Is that marijuana?” When none of us answer, he steps back from the car door, asking us all to get out.  Fuck, fuck, fuck, I think. This can’t be fucking happening. I just want to get to the apartment and bury myself into Caitie.  One by one, we all exit the Range Rover, going to stand on the sidewalk whilst the cop begins his search of the car, my car.  The girls are bouncing on the balls of their feet, anxious to get this over with. I wrap my arm around Caitie, bringing her into my chest and stroking her back in an attempt to soothe her.  “You alright, yeah?” I whisper into her ear.  “’M fine. Just think this is fuckin’ stupid.” I pull away from her ear to stare down at her. I slowly smile as an idea forms in my mind. “Let’s run then,” I suggest smirking down a her while flashing my eyes towards the cop to make sure he’s not listening.  She hits my chest with her small fist. “We can’t fucking run, Matty. That’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever said."  Ignoring her protest, I reach out a hand and tap Ross on the shoulder. Telling him the plan, I motion for him to tell Ryan and Rebecca the same.  Ryan and Ross smile at me, ready to run, while the girls stare at us with wide, frightened eyes.  I pull myself completely away from Caitie, attaching our hands together and telling her to get ready.  "Matty, no!” She says, just as I take off running, pulling her with me by her hand.  She lags a bit, not as fast as me and also due to the fact that she keeps turning her head to look behind us. The other three follow our lead, the boys and I laughing at the absurdity of the situation.  Rebecca’s behind us all as the cop finally catches on to the fact that we’ve left.  “Hey! Stop right this instant!” He yells at us, getting out his radio and calling for back up while beginning to run after us.  He’s fast, but we’ve had a head start. However, he quickly gains on Bec.  Caitie sees this and she goes frantic, yelling, “Rebecca, go!” The four of us turn a corner, stopping to breathe. Panting, Ross takes a chance and glances around the corner, seeing the cop putting cuffs on Rebecca and walking her back to his car.  “Fuck,” Ross laughs out. “That was so close.” He smiles.  Once again, Caitie’s fist collides with my chest. “Fucking Christ, Matty! Running from the cops? What the hell is that shit? You’re all crazy, I swear."  "Babe,” I say with a smile, placing my hands on her hips and pulling her closer. Before I can say anything else, we all hear a faint, 'they went this way’ and footsteps heading in our direction. Ryan and Ross immediately take off running, yelling out that they’ll meet us at mine and Caitie’s shared apartment.  I look Caitie in the eyes and let a smirk take over my lips. “Well, shall we?” I murmur to her.  Her eyes roll at me before she gets on her tiptoes, placing a small peck on my lips before smiling at me and giving me a sure nod.  I grin back before pulling at her hand once more. And off we go, our feet pounding against the pavement as we run off together, hands clasped tight and never wanting to let go. 

[caitiesquared]

M.O.N.E.Y.

(Just to avoid any confusion, this takes place before "The 1975" and "The City". Enjoy! xx)

Caitie’s POV

The room was sweaty and loud. I pushed through the crowd making my way to the  swarming bar. After ordering a gin and tonic, I turned to lean against the slab of marble. It was a mildly popular club on the outskirts of Cheshire. There was a shitty band playing in the corner and a flock of slutty dressed bimbos grinding on dirty, old pervs with wondering eyes.

Honestly, I’m no better.

Once I had my fill of people watching, I trekked towards the line of open doors guarded by intimidating bouncers while continuously nudging down my tight ass dress. I was in dire need of a fag. I find a clear space in the alleyway next to the packed line of  club goers and leaned on the dingy brick wall.

I was only half way through with my cigarette when I heard a slurred yell followed by a grunt of annoyance. Thinking it was a comical drunk trying to get a pass, I rounded the corner.

“Oi! Take it somewhere else! No druggies allowed,” the guard ordered with a roll of his eyes. The tall, lanky boy currently swaying in front of him snorted.

“Don’t ac’ like there’s not a buncha blokes doin’ lines in the loo.”

Hello.

This oddly attractive male had the voice of God. I nearly creamed my knickers right there.

The guard let out a sarcastic sound. “Get out of here junky.”

Here’s where I come in.

“Frankie, it’s alright. He’s with me.” I walk up to the clearly intoxicated lad with the sex-like voice and loop my arm through his. He looks at me with a bewildered expression but plays it cool.

“Yeah,” he weakly replies and Frankie just huffs good-naturedly and let’s us in.

We don’t utter a single sound until we make our way to the back of the room where there’s a wall of secluded booths. Sliding in the seat he let’s out a breath of relief.

“Matty,” he let’s out.

“Caitie,” I say with an amused smile.

“What?” he says worriedly.

“You are so obviously baked but it’s kinda charming.”

He lazily grins at me with a disbelieving gleam in his eye. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh yeah, sure,” I let out a laugh that makes him smile wider.

“I guess I should say cheers then, yeah?”

“No worries,” I smile back and stir my straw with my tongue.  He glances down at my mouth and swallows visibly.

“So, Caitie, do you have a--”

I cut him off quickly, “Nah.”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a spliff.

“May I?” he asks sweetly.

I lean forward after he lights it and brush his leg.

“Only if you share,” I whisper hotly and he turns his body more my way.

…

We’re stumbling down the sidewalk a mess of  giggles, sweat, and alcohol. I pull him closer as I wipe away the blood on his chin. “Can’t believe he cut you with a fucking bottle,” I laugh as he winces in amused pain. He tilts his head back to stop the blood spilling from his nose.

“Was a right asshole,” Matty states while swinging an arm around my waist.

All at once the air shifts to one of lust and need. We make eye contact and let the silence unravel.

“Um, d-do you have a place?” I question him while trying to portray my intentions.

“Don’t laugh but I’m actually sleeping in my car at the moment.”

Oh. I think. Car sex.

“That’s fine. Do you mind if I come?”

His answer is a smile and a squeeze of his hand on my hip as we continue down the dark lonely road.

When we make it to his blacked out Range Rover I nearly faint.

“Wasn’t expecting this,” I mumble with wide eyes.

Matty laughs and opens the back door.

“I’m kind of in a band. We do well.”

“Oh,” is my lame response.

We both climb in and get comfortable.

“So this band…” I try to make easy conversation so I don’t look like a sex-crazed feign.

“We’re called The 1975,” he replies.

“Nice,” I pause, “You play?”

“A little guitar but mostly vocals,” he says while lighting up another joint and taking a hit.

I hum an acknowledgement and he hands it to me. After taking a puff  I glance at Matty attempting to express my need.

I’d been staring ahead for awhile when I felt his eyes burning into my skin. When I turn my head toward him I’m met with the softness of his lips and the taste of smoke and mint. I let out a sound of surprise and try to fight back a smile.

When he pulls back the tiniest bit, I breathe out a “finally”.

He smirks back and eyes my lips again.

I lunge forward to straddle his hips in the spacious backseat of his extravagant vehicle while kissing him deep and hard. His hands grip my waist with the need I’ve been feeling since I first saw him.

I don’t even try to stop my hips from grinding down on to his own. It’s like a natural instinct to try and please him. His animalistic growl shows me I’m succeeding.

As quickly as possible, my leather jacket is peeled off along with his hipster floral button down. The sight of his chest and hip tattoo sends my hips into another fit of dips and swirls that leave us both breathless.

When he pushes up the bottom hem of my dress I can’t even process the sounds leaving my mouth. I lift up onto my knees, quick to get back to his  warmth, and unbutton his tight black jeans. While I’m up he gets my dress the rest of the way off. I sigh into his mouth when I push back down. I can feel my arousal dripping down my inner thighs and know that just one touch from Matty will leave me moaning incoherently.

His tongue parts from mine only to trace down my jaw and throat to my protruding collarbones. While he sucks a welcomed mark on my skin I force his jeans and pants down wasting no time.

When I glance down to his hardened member I can’t help but let out a incredulous  chuckle.

“Of course you have a beautiful cock,” I say while grasping it in my hand and squeezing.

His heads nice and pink, glistening with want. His impressive size isn’t what takes my breath away, it’s the perfect pulsing vein that wraps around the base ending below his picturesque tip. My mouth waters involuntarily.

He has no time to respond before I scoot back, drop to my knees in the foot space, and take his needy head into my waiting mouth.

If I could replay the sound that left his mouth in my mind all day; everyday, I would never again know unhappiness.

I suck like my life depends on it while pumping and twisting my other hands fast and hard. I take and take until my nose is brushing the dark hair at the base of his manhood. I moan when his taste fills my senses and know he enjoys the vibrations it causes when his hand come up to grip my hair and he pushes his hips down into the seat.

“Fuck,” he breathes out heavily while thrusting up to hit the back of my throat. I’ve never enjoyed giving head so much in my whole life.

When I feel him start to tense, I release him with a loud pop and wipe my mouth.

“Okay,” he says more to himself while laying me down on the seat and I let out a little giggle.

It’s cut short when he immediately buries his face between my legs and inhales.

“Oh God…” we exhale at the same time and when I look down questioningly, he says, “You smell fucking amazing.”

I blush and laugh in the same breath while he slips my panties off and dives back in.

When his teeth nip at my clit I buck my hips and grab his hair in a vice. He moans at the feel of my hand tugging on his locks and looks up at me. while burying his tongue as deep as it can go.

“Shit,” I drag out as my first climax of the night crashes down on me. I shake my head fast and pull him up to me. “Can’t, can’t please.”

He hums while gripping himself and nudging my entrance. He runs his tip up and down from my clit to my opening and I shudder while releasing an embarrassing squeak.

Matty just smiles sweetly at me like he’s not about to fuck my brains out.

Then he’s pushing forward at a pace that has me arching and gripping his shoulder blades like I’ll float away if I don’t. When he’s to the hilt he settles for a moment and a ravish in the weight on him. He pulls out almost  all the way only to thrust back a tad faster.

With my ankles crossed around his ass, I dig my heel into his supple bum. He chuckles and grinds down faster so his pubic bone brushes my clit with every plunge.

“God, Caitie, wha- fuck,” he breathes out when I clench on instinct. I’m sweating and cursing and then I’m cupping the back of his neck to bring his heavenly mouth back to mine.

The balloon growing and filling deep in my lower stomach is shaking with it’s need to release and I don’t even see it coming when i quite literally drench him in my release.

All is still for a moment as I try catching my breath and my eyes are closed tightly until I hear a groan from above me that has me clenching unwillingly. I peel open my eyes to find Matty staring down where we’re still joined with a look of...adoration?

“Holy. Shit.”

“I’m so sorr-” he cuts me off with a hard kiss that presses my head into the- now drenched in sweat- car seat.

“That was so fuckin’ hot, I might come twice,” Matty speaks into my mouth.

 I don’t think my face could get any redder. I try and hide my smile by harshly biting my lip but all that does is dilate his eyes even more to where they look almost completely black. He growls as he starts thrusting wildly but in a rhythm that makes my heart beat faster. I lose my voice as a silent scream rips through my chest and up my throat. When his hips become frenzied and lose their tempo I grind upwards in a desperate attempt to make this the best orgasm he’s ever had.

He looks down at me, eyes wild and brewing a fire that only I can seem to put out. I bring his earlobe into my mouth, tracing it with my tongue, as he grunts and groans into mine. I can feel him pulsing and throbbing while I lose it one more.

He leaves a trail of his arousal from my clit to just below my belly button while we both regulate our breathing.

I turn my head towards the front of the car and see the time reads 2:04am. Just as I go to say something to Matty, he lurches for the door handle, retching violently. I hurry to sooth his hair back and comfort him while trying to hold down my own vomit from the smell. After his stomach is empty he shuts the door and breathes out a groan.

“Well then…” he rasps out.

I try to conceal my giggle but it escapes anyway.

He smiles back and lets out his own amused laugh.  …

Matty’s POV

The dash lights up with the time 4:36am and I’m staring at her.

She’s telling me a story about when she was 13 and her brother came running in with his head split open and she thought it was the funniest thing.

“To this day he calls me the Devil child,” she laughs out.

I can't help but get lost in her grayish blue eyes that make me feel like I’m worth something. I’ve known this girl for, what? 6 hours? How can I feel like I’ve known her my whole life?

In the middle of her sentence I kiss her lips softly. She freezes for a moment then melts into me.

“‘M tired but don’t wanna sleep,” I say once I’ve pulled away enough to speak but not enough that I can’t still feel her breath on my face.

“Why?”

“Wanna talk with you,” I mumble only a little bit embarrassed.

“You can’t talk with me in the morning?” she questions.

“Will you be here?”

She pauses a moment to watch for my sincerity.

“I’ll always be here.”

[caitiesquared]

The City

Matty’s POV

“What the fuck, Caitie? I told you I was done with this shit and yet you forced it on me!”

Why am I fighting with her again? I shouldn’t be fighting with her. I should be fucking her, but I can’t. She’s fucking hot when she’s mad, especially when she’s just in my t-shirt. It doesn’t help that she’s just kneeling on the damn bed like she’s waiting for me to just attack her and fuck her into tomorrow.

“What’s so wrong with it now Matthew? You were so into drugs just a fucking month ago and now what? It’s just a fucking ecstasy for fucks sake!”

“Don’t fucking call me Matthew!” I yell at her. “You’re not my fucking mum.”

She rolls her eyes and jumps off the bed, making her fantastic tits bounce as she stalks off to the bathroom. “I’m taking a shower. Don’t fucking bother me.” She glares at me as she walks into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.

I groan, rolling my head back across my shoulders. The second she walked out of the room, I could feel myself getting hard. I glance down at my groin. Fucking really? I rake my hands through my hair, wishing the sudden throbbing in my dick would go away. Now it tries to be useful.

Caitie’s long brown hair and striking blue eyes just fuck with my head. I shouldn’t want to slam her up against the wall and fuck her when I’m supposed to be mad at her. I glare at the bathroom door, stomping over to it and testing the knob. She fucking locked it. I smirk to myself. Is she fucking serious? She should know better than to lock the damn door; I always get in.

I walk off to the kitchen, going through the drawer where all of the junk is until I find a small silver key. Holding it tightly, I make my way back to the bathroom, opening the door and calling out her name. “Caitie! C’mon, love, don’t be mad at me. Drugs are tiring. You can’t tell me that doing ecstasy and smoking weed everyday doesn’t get a bit boring, yeah?”

She glares at me through the glass door, her skin wet and shining in the light. I hold back a groan and shift my hips, hoping to create a bit of friction. What I wouldn give to wrap that hair around my fist and… ...

“Matty! What was it, six or seven years ago when you got caught with all those spliffs?” George laughed, as did everyone else at the table.

I felt Matty tense and looked up at him confusingly. “Yeah,” he said, “The cops gave me a fucking month of community service.” He tried to laugh it off, but with the way his hand was clenching in my own, I could tell something was off. I ran my hand up his arm, attempting to sooth him.

He looked down at me, giving me a shaky smile and leaned his face down to me, placing a kiss on the corner of my mouth. When he went to pull away, my right hand reached up and grabbed his cheek, pulling his lips onto mine for a few seconds longer.

“You okay?” I asked quietly, not wanting to call him out in front of our friends.

“‘M fine, love.” He mumbled.

“You sure? I picked up something special for tonight, but you can have it now if you want.” I reached into the pocket on my stone-wash denim jeans and pulled out a single pill, holding it out to him discreetly. I noticed from the corner of my eye Ryan’s look of distaste. Okay, so he didn’t approve of our relationship as well as I would hope. He still loves Matty, who couldn’t? He’s always bumming him fags. I guess he just has that big brother mentality where he thinks he intimidates everyone. In reality, he’s a doped up teddy bear.

“The fuck is that, Caitie? You know I don’t do that anymore.” He curled my fist around the pill, gently pushing it away from him. I frowned, wanting him to relax and start having some fun.

“It’s your birthday; you deserve it babe.” I smiled up at him, trying to get him to take the pill. His eyes pierced mine for a few long moments before he sighed and wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me into his side.

“The shit I do for you.” He murmured before taking the pill from me and shoving it in his mouth. I beamed at him, handing him my glass of water while I crossed my eyes towards Ryan. He tried to hide his smile by rolling his eyes and flipping me off but I could tell he was warming up to the idea of Matty and I.

…

I squirmed in the car seat, wanting to break the tension. Matty kept looking at me from the corner of his eyes, his hands twitching as he tried not to touch me. I glanced up, checking to make sure that the cab driver wasn’t staring at us. When I was sure he wasn’t, I whispered to Matty, “Will you just fucking touch me already?”

His leg starts bouncing up and down and his voice was raspy as he answered me, “I’m not in the mood tonight, love. Maybe in the morning.” He tried to smile at me, but it was easy to see that it was forced.

“What? It’s your birthday. You’d think you’d be eager to fuck me already. What’s your problem? Was it because of the drugs?” I kept pushing for an answer because seriously, why the fuck isn’t he inside me yet?

“I’m just not in the damn mood, Catherine. Now just drop it, will ya?” He ran his hand through his hair before leaning his head against the window. I gaped at him before letting out a huff and turning my body away from him.

The rest of the ride home was silent. The tension was thick and awkward. It was different from before. No longer did either of us want to go home and stay up all night fucking but instead we both wanted to forget this night ever happened.

When the cab pulled up to our apartment, I jumped out, eager to get in the door and in bed before Matty. Luck wasn’t on my side. Seconds after I slammed the bedroom door shut, it was slammed open again by Matty.

“What the fuck? I don’t want to fuck you tonight; what’s the big deal? We fuck every other night, why can’t we take a break?” He shouts at me.

“It’s your goddamn birthday Matty, that’s why! Who doesn’t want to fuck on their birthday?” I shouted back, glaring at him as I folded my arms over my chest.

He looked around the room in frustration before his eyes settled on me once again. “Fuck it.” He said and took big strides toward me, grabbing my hips and pushing me down onto the bed.

His lips came down on mine, rough and full of anger. He pulled away briefly to glare at me. “You want me to fuck you?” I nodded my head, unable to utter a simple yes. He hitched my leg over his hip, making my back arch into him as his lips hovered over mine. “Then we’ll fuck.”

I pulled his lips to mine, thrusting my tongue into his mouth. His teeth nibbled at my bottom lip before he bit down harshly. I hissed, arching into him further as his hands ran over my body, leaving burning trails in their path. I pushed at his shoulder, urging him to flip over and to let me on top. He obliged, rolling us over until he was on his back and I was situated on his lap.

I rolled my hips onto his own and paused. Pulling away from his mouth, I glanced at his face curiously. He looked almost frightened. I slowly rolled my hips over his again and when I felt nothing, I jumped off of his lap, standing up and backing away from where he was still lying on the bed. He slowly sat up while I paced in front of him. I stopped and brought my gaze up to meet his.

“Is…is it me?” I said, horrified.

“What? No of course not!”

“Then what the fuck is it Matty? You’re not fucking hard, what is that? You’re always hard around me! Do you not…do you not want me anymore?” I couldn’t look at him, opting to glance down at the carpet while a lone tear escaped my eye.

“Caitie, I said no. It’s not you. I just…” He trailed off.

“Fucking answer me, Matty!”

“It’s the drugs, alright? I can’t fucking get it up because of the damn ecstasy you gave me! Are you happy now?” He glared at me, anger and humiliation in his stone cold gaze.

“Don’t you dare blame this on me! I was just trying to help, you arse!”

“Help? I’m so fucking relaxed that my dick won’t work, so I guess the drugs did their job, huh?”

“It’s not my fault that you’re fucking incompetent! You’re a big boy you didn’t have to take the pills from me.” I yelled back, my eyes narrowed at him.

…

“Didn’t I tell you to stay the fuck out? I meant it Matthew. Leave.” She huffs before turning around, giving me a fabulous view of her backside and the love bite I left just above her right ass cheek. I smirk before gliding towards the glass doors and opening them. I pause for a moment to pull of my grey sweats. As I step into the shower, she turns around, her palm wide open, ready to strike me across the face. I grab her hand with my right and with my left, I grab her waist, shoving her against the shower wall and push my hips against hers.

She lets out a groan while simultaneously glaring at me. “You were saying, darling?” I smirk at her as I slowly grind our hips together. A hiss escapes her mouth as her hands come up to entwine in my hair.

“What, you’re hard now? Just shut up and fuck me, Healy.” She groans out while bucking against me and pulling my mouth down to hers. I tease her at first, not allowing her tongue entrance into my mouth. She lets out a growl while tugging harder at my hair. I smirk against her lips before bringing a palm up to cup her cheek, squeezing a bit before her mouth opens and my tongue dives in. Her hands leave my hair to rake down my back, her nails biting into my skin, making my back arch into her.

I pull away from her and glare, mumbling out a ‘bitch’ as I force her head up, giving me access to her throat. My lips suck along her skin, creating another mark before I open my mouth and clench down on the junction between her throat and neck.

She lets out a small shriek, returning her hands to my head to tug me closer. My mouth opens, releasing her from my teeth. I move my lips down to her breasts, taking a nipple in my mouth and sucking. My right hand moves down her stomach, finding her sex and slipping two fingers in. Her back arches and she pants my name as she tries to get closer to me. I tsk at her before removing my hand and looking up at her as she glares at me, her chest moving rapidly as she tries to catch her breath.

“Don’t fucking stop Matty. I swear to god don’t you fucki-” She cuts herself off when I sink to my knees, immediately sucking on her clit and roughly shoving two fingers into her slit.

She moans loudly, yanking my head further into her. She puts her left leg over my shoulder, anchoring me to her. I remove my fingers from her and use both hands to spread her open a bit. My tongue delves between her lower lips, tasting her on my tongue. Only she can do this to me. Only she can make me want to strangle the fuck out of her and yet be buried deep inside of her at the same time. What has this insane, beautiful woman done to me?

My mouth makes its way back up to her clit, sucking it into my mouth. I shove three fingers inside of her this time, quickly bringing her to an orgasm. As she shakes and tries to steady herself, I remove my fingers and bring my arms around her, my face nuzzling into her stomach. Her fingers comb through my hair, relaxing me even though I’m supposed to be pissed at her right now. Who am I kidding? This woman owns me; mind, dick and heart. I push my face further into her taut stomach, my nose skimming the freckle on her left hipbone before placing a kiss there. She giggles, trying to push me away. I shake my head at her with a half-smile on my lips before nipping at her hip. Her fingers leave my hair to bring my face up, my chin resting just above her mound as the shower water pounds down on us.

“You know I love you, right?” She murmurs down to me. “But you can be a complete arsehole at times.” I let out a light laugh before standing up and holding her cheeks between my hands.

“After that mind-blowing orgasm I gave you, you’re going to be a bitch? Really?” She scoffs at me before attempting to shove me away.

“That’s what I mean, Matty. You don’t fucking call your girlfriend a bitch, even when she pisses you off.” She gives up trying to push me away, opting to wrap her arms around my neck instead.

“Respect my damn wishes, Caitie, and there wouldn’t be a problem.”

“It’s ecstasy! You’re obviously stressed out since you’re being such a dick; what harm could it do?” She pouts up at me but this only serves to piss me off all over again.

I shove her away before yelling, “I’m trying to get clean, dammit! Isn’t that what the responsible thing is? I fucking love you, I want a life with you. What kind of fucking life can I have with you if we live it in a drugged stupor?” I grab her shoulders, shaking her a bit, as if that might put some common sense into her.

She blinks up at me with what looks like tears in her eyes. Fuck, I’ve made her cry. I reach for her but she shakes her head, pushing me away.

“I’m sorry Matty. I…I didn’t realize why you were doing this, the whole getting clean thing. I’ve been a complete bitch.” She lowers her gaze so that she’s staring at the shower floor and her arms are wrapped around her center.

I advance towards her again, this time wrapping my arms around her and pushing my face into her wet hair. “No, Cait. You’re not a bitch; I should have never called you that.” I press my face further into her when she finally wraps her arms around my torso, tight and unrelenting. She sniffles, burrowing her face into my tattooed chest.

I rock her from side to side while the water continues to rain down on us.

After a few minutes standing in silence, she lets out a small chuckle. I pull away a few inches, smiling down at her bubbly face. “What?” I say softly, bringing a hand up to hold her left cheek.

“I’m just happy that I’m not the reason you couldn’t get it up.” She smiles cheekily, before running out of the shower, leaving me to stare after her.

I heard a giggle come from the bedroom and broke out of my stupor. Shutting off the water, I quickly chased after her. I found her, sitting on the bed, her little index finger coming up to beckon me to her. I took slow strides, watching her bite her lip as I approached. When I got closer, her gazed dropped from mine and landed on my hard dick.

“You’re finally up, huh?” She giggled again, batting her eyelashes at me.

I glared down at her before pouncing on her, pressing her body into the mattress with my own.  “Do you want me to fuck you or not?” I spoke in her ear before biting down harshly onto her earlobe.

“Yes, sir.” She playfully saluted. My hands gripped her waist tightly, angling her hips up to align them with my cock. I slammed into her, cutting off her giggle. Her eyes went wide and her hand shot up to grip my shoulders. I kept still, gently flexing my hips.

“Don’t tease me, Matthew.” Her eyes glared up at me, her chest heaving.

I laughed breathily, bringing my face close to hers so that my lips barely touched hers.

“I love you, Catherine.” I slowly pulled out, only to take my time pushing back inside of her.

“So much.” She murmured back to me, keeping her eyes locked on mine as I kept up with the slow movement. She pulled my face back down to hers, placing small pecks all over my face until finally settling on my lips. The kiss was slow, languid. Her tongue teased mine, brushing against it softly before retreating. We pulled away simultaneously, bringing our foreheads to rest against one anothers.

I pulled away from her, opting to nuzzle my head into the crook of her neck as her hands moved up my back and into my hair, coaxing me to rest my head on her.

When her moans grew louder, I sped up, knowing she was close. I sucked at her skin as one of her hands fell to my arse, pushing me further into her.  

“Matty…” She groaned out.

“I know, love, I know. Let go.” I whispered, slipping my hand inbetween us to rub circles on her clit with my thumb.

Her legs tightened around me as her pussy began to clench around my cock, bringing about her release. My thrusts became sloppy as I felt my orgasm build, quickly following her into euphoria. I poured myself into her and thrust a few more times before collapsing on top of her, being careful not to crush her.

“Nooooo, “ She whined.

I lifted my face from her chest so that I could look at her properly. “What?” I panted while brushing a wayward lock of hair out of her face.

She reached her arms up adorably with a pout on her face. “C’mere.” She pulled me onto her, making me rest my entire weight on her. “‘M sleepy.” She mumbled out.

“Go to sleep, darling.” I rolled us over, trying to stay inside of her as I did. I knew she loved that.

I felt her smile against my chest as she whispered out a ‘goodnight’.

I clung onto her tightly, never wanting to let her go.

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The 1975

Caitie’s POV Connection. The connection we have is untouchable. Intangible. Impalpable. There’s no words to define these feelings I have for him. If I could explain my love for Matty it would be in actions: The way he smiles at the stupid shit I do. The soft sound he makes when he sinks into our bed after a long day. The talks we have at midnight after we’ve had a steamy roll around in the sheets. The feel of his calloused fingers tracing my jaw when I go down on him. I can’t express my need to crawl into his skin and make a home of his soul. There isn’t a thing I wouldn’t do to make him happy. I’d break every bone in my body to see his eyes light up and that gorgeous smile spread across his face. That’s how you know you’ve found it. When your happiness no longer matters. When your pain is incomparable to the one you love’s. When you can laugh, cry, and scream all in the same minute without missing a beat. When you can be yourself and feel nothing less than adored, you’ve found a love worth finding. I look across our bedroom at his shadowed features, the dim light of the television casting a dull glow over his cheekbones. He’s undressing from his ripped skinnies and overpriced black singlet. The beauty that is within feet of me takes my breath away. He finally gets off his battered old Docs and takes lazy steps to the unmade bed. I’m torn from my daze by his soft chuckle. “C’mon, babe. ‘M sleepy,” he mumbles with a languid smile. The way his eyelids could barely stay open made me whimper. “Mmm, you look so cuddly,” I whine as I crawl across the mattress towards my heavy-eyed boyfriend. “Well then come cuddle me, yeah?” Can he be anymore captivating? I settle into his arms while he kicks off his socks. There’s a cool breeze coming through the open door of our balcony. I idly raise my hand in the air and wiggle my fingers to an unknown rhythm as I feel Matty’s palm caress my thigh. I turn my face toward his and leisurely smile at his welcoming expression. “You should get naked.” Wow, Matty. The romance is alive. I laugh and sit up gingerly, removing my oversized shirt. “Happy?” “Extremely,” Matty hums out from the back of his throat. After a moment of serene silence, I feel him shift onto his side facing me. I glance at him coyly. “Matty…” I say with mock hesitance. “Yes, darling?” He replies easily. “Why aren’t you naked?” I question like it’s absurd that he’s not already. “Oh, wait, right,” he says quickly while pretending to be shy. He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his outrageously tight boxers eyeing me teasingly. “Geez, Matty. Let the man breathe!” I exclaim jokingly while tugging at the leg of his pants. He laughs quietly to himself then flings them somewhere on the floor. I find myself back in his embrace soon enough and sigh in content. He nuzzles his face into my hair, inhaling my scent and whispering his affections. I stretch my neck up to give him a kiss that I hope relays the same message. I breath deep through my nose as the kiss turns hard and passionate. I pull away with my eyes still closed and just try and take in this moment to keep it forever. “Love you,” he slurs like he’s sloshed from the lone kiss. “Love you back,” I exhale my words into his again nearing mouth. With a last peck to my awaiting lips, I fade into a sleep where, even there, Matty waits for me. I’ve found my love.