Summary: “C’mon ‘Lex, you never watched The X-Files?” Matt murmured, brushing his stubble-covered cheek over her inner thigh, feeling her shiver against him, a low moan leaving her throat.
“Wasn’t much into aliens until I married one, darling,” she replied breathlessly, hands tugging gently on his hair, trying again to guide his mouth further between her legs.
For Laura and Erin because I know this will kill them :)
Note: I have no idea if Matt or Alex have watched The X-Files, this is just from me!
Matt Smith was exhausted.
He’d been traveling for almost twenty four hours, he hadn’t shaved in three times as long, and he hadn’t heard his girlfriend’s voice in over a week. All in all, his mood was not exactly a pleasant one, so the fact that he had to deal with almost no photographers as he made his way through the airport was a relief.
He debated calling Alex during the cab drive, but figured he’d wait until he’d slept; he was too knackered to hold a conversation, in all honesty. He paid the fare and made his way into his flat, eyes widening when he opened the door and noticed the distinct feeling of it not being empty.
Alex’s shoes were by the door, and it smelled like cooking; he dropped his bags and made his way into the kitchen, finding a plate of food wrapped in saran wrap, a small note telling him to reheat it and enjoy, the small smiley face she’d drawn next to the instructions causing his face to light up in his own smile. The flat was clean and bright, and the fact that she was here, with him, made him feel considerably less tired.
He left the food to go find her; it was relatively early, but he had no idea when she’d flown in or arrived at his flat, so when he found her curled up in bed, he leaned against the doorframe and merely watched her sleep peacefully. She looked gorgeous; blonde curls spilling out across the deep red pillowcase, lips parted in sleep, the sheets tangled around her torso, the logo of one of his favorite bands spread across her chest. He loved when she wore his shirts; then they smelled like her when he put them on, and sometimes he wished it were possible to bottle up the scent of her skin and make a perfume so his bed and his shirts would smell like her always.
He stepped into the room, shutting the door quietly and kneeling by her head, running his fingers lightly through the curls, reveling in the feel of them against his skin; it had been months since they’d been in the same place and able to be alone. Alex shifted, eyes blinking open, sleep fading as she focused on him, lips curving into a sleepy smile.
“I didn’t know what time you were going to be back; I wanted to be awake,” she murmured, voice raspy with sleep, sending shivers up his spine. She reached a hand up to stroke over his face, wrinkling her nose at the facial hair. “Been a while since you’ve shaved darling?”
“Been busy,” he replied, nuzzling against her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm. She let out a sleepy giggle, letting out a quiet sigh, fingers stroking his jaw, eyes running over his face.
“You look so tired,” she whispered, fingertips brushing the soft skin under his eyes, concern tightening the corners of her eyes.
“I should probably get in bed then, shouldn’t I?” Matt murmured in response, lips curving suggestively, and Alex rolled her eyes, fingers dragging through the light beard.
“It is so terribly big without you,” she said, stretching her arms out and tucking her hands behind her head as she watched him strip out of his travel clothes, humming appreciatively as he climbed in-between the sheets in just his boxers, cuddling close to her.
He pressed his lips to hers gently, hearing her hum again in contentment, her hands pressing against his chest, nails scratching lightly against his skin. He nipped at her lower lip gently, feeling her smile against his mouth, and he pulled back, grinning as he tucked some hair behind her ear.
“I missed you,” he murmured as he kissed her again, tugging her body flush against his, hands wandering down her back, the soft fabric of his t-shirt getting in the way of touching her skin. He reached them hem and tugged it up, cupping her bottom, groaning at the feel of her bare skin. “No knickers, love?”
“Not when I knew you were coming home,” she murmured, hands threading through his hair and sighing happily when his mouth slid over her jaw and nipped at her neck, tongue licking up the length of it. She let out a small moan, parting her thighs as he settled his body over hers, hands sliding the shirt up, exposing more of her lovely golden skin; he broke the kiss to kiss up her stomach, tugging the shirt over her head and tossing it away, mouth busy mapping her body.
She giggled quietly as he buried his face between her breasts, sounding breathless, and he looked up, chin resting against her sternum as he raised an eyebrow in question.
“The beard is scratchy, sweetie,” she said in a low voice, fingers running through his hair, eyes warm with fondness and arousal; he could feel her heat against the thigh he’d slipped between her legs. He ducked forward, kissing her again before making his way down her body, nipping at the sides of her breasts before kissing over the flat planes of her stomach, tongue dipping into her bellybutton and causing her to giggle again.
“We’re like Mulder and Scully,” Matt murmured into his skin, kissing each hipbone, marking each with a small red mark, sucking on the skin, nipping gently.
“Who, love?” she asked, hands threading into his hair, trying to direct him, huffing in frustration when he didn’t move with her.
“C’mon ‘Lex, you never watched The X-Files?” Matt murmured, brushing his stubble-covered cheek over her inner thigh, feeling her shiver against him, a low moan leaving her throat.
“Wasn’t much into aliens until I married one, darling,” she replied breathlessly, hands tugging gently on his hair, trying again to guide his mouth further between her legs. He gave a low chuckle as he pressed a kiss to the crease where her thigh met her groin, his nose brushed against her slick folds lightly. She sucked in a breath, hands tightening in his hair as she tensed all over, awaiting his next move.
She gave a breathless moan when he licked slowly up her sex, her hips raising to push more into his mouth; he pressed a forearm over them and slid the other under her arse, tugging her closer to him as he swirled his tongue around her clit- she gave a sharp cry of his name as his teeth dragged over it gently. One of her hands came up to cup her own breast, the other tangled in his hair, keeping him close to her.
“God, Matt,” she moaned, bucking against the arm over her hips, whimpering when he rubbed his cheek over her clit, the sensation of the rough stubble against her sensitive skin almost too much. He sucked her clit into his mouth, hard, just as he slid two fingers into her and she cried out his name again, pushing desperately against his fingers.
He went slowly, so slowly; he wanted to savor this, drag it out, make it last as long as possible. Alex had other plans; she brought the hand in his hair down to his wrist, anchoring it against her, and began to pump her hips over his fingers. He let her, watching his dark eyes as she tilted her head back and undulated against his hand; her breasts jutted out as she thrust downwards in even strokes, her breathing hitching as she drew closer and closer to the edge, gasps and whimpers and moans of his name left her lips like little prayers.
“Alex,” he murmured, low and commanding, eyes meeting hers when she tilted her chin down, the green of her irises dark and aroused and hazy. “I want to see you come for me.”
She moaned sharply at his words, moving faster over his fingers; he leaned forward, sucking her clit back into his mouth as he thrust his fingers up, taking control back. She began to shake, close to the edge; with another drag of his teeth over the engorged bundle of nerves she shattered, panting his name as she twisted in his grip.
He kissed her inner thighs lightly while she caught her breath, humming contentedly while she dragged him up to kiss, moaning softly at the taste of herself on his tongue. He pressed the length of their bodies together, hips pressing against hers roughly; they both groaned at the contact, foreheads pressing together.
Alex tugged his boxers down, hands wrapping around his length and pumping her fist a few times, swallowing his rasping groans as he held himself above her on his palms, mouth moving along her jaw and tugging her earlobe into his mouth, nipping at it lightly. He tugged her hand away, grasping her thigh and pressing it above his hip, pushing forward and sliding inside of her, groaning harshly as she gasped his name into the skin of his shoulder.
“God you feel bloody perfect,” he whispered, kissing her desperately, the feel of her around him deliciously warm and wet. She moaned her agreement, one hand pushing against his lower back to bring him closer, the other cupping his jaw as they kissed messily.
“Phone sex doesn’t cut it,” she murmured against his ear, mouth turned up in a grin; he turned his head to capture her lips again, licking the roof of her mouth. Alex hooked a leg over his hip and pressed her hand into his shoulder, rolling them so she was on top and sitting up, hands pressed to his chest as she took over the pace.
It was fast and hot and her hands kept slipping against his chest, damp with sweat, but it felt so good to touch him again, to have him inside her again. His hands gripped her hips, hard enough to leave bruises; she didn’t mind, because she could already see the mark blooming under his jawbone she’d left earlier. She sat forward slightly, changing the angle so her clit hit his pubic bone with each downward stroking, eliciting a whimper from her every few seconds. Matt’s hands tangled in her hair and rolled her onto her back again, bringing her leg higher up so he could push deeper, mouth meeting hers as he felt her fall apart again, taking him with her this time.
They lay like that while they caught their breath, kissing softly and brushing noses. Alex let out a soft sigh when she finally let him slide off her; she curled into his side, allowing him to tug the covers up over them. She buried her nose in his neck, breathing in the scent of his skin and let out a soft, sated giggle at the scratch of the beard against her cheek.
“You need to shave,” she said, pulling back to look into his eyes, smoothing the lock of hair that had fallen into his eyes back. His hands stroked the skin of her back as he nudged her nose with his, kissing her again.
“I say we shower, I shave, and then I introduce you to a television show I am appalled that you haven’t watch?” Matt suggested, thumbs brushing her hipbones as she raised an eyebrow in question.
“And what should would you be referring to, darling?” she asked, though she sat up and stretched, sliding from the bed and tugging his shirt back on, looking over her shoulder expectantly at him, where he still lay tangled in the sheets.
“The X-Files, of course!” Matt spluttered, getting out of bed and following her into the bathroom, pressing her against the sink and pushing some hair out of her face. “Can’t believe you didn’t know who Mulder and Scully were, honestly woman. Dating for almost a year and you didn’t know who the most iconic sci-fi couple of all time was the whole time.”
“Oh stop grumbling,” Alex said as she rolled her eyes, shoving against his shoulder lightly, turning the shower on. “If it’ll make you happy, I’ll watch with you.”
“Nine seasons and two movies- are you ready for that love?” Matt asked, watching her discard the shirt once more, stepping into the spray of the shower. She turned, beckoning him under the water, smiling.
“Any excuse to cuddle up with you, sweetie,” she replied, kissing him lightly. He smiled against her lips, tugging her against him. “What exactly is it about?”
i remember my first impression of you irl was like "OMG LIZ IS ACTUALLY HERE IN LONDON WITH ME" and yeah we were just hugging a lot and i remember you were gr987948543945
