True Crime - Matt sees you again for the first time since the break up.
You’ve forgotten how easy it is to fall in love with Matthew Garza, what it feels like to be the subject of his affection. You’ve missed him over the years you’ve been apart, his smile, his laugh, his touch. You’ve thought about him often during late nights at the studio, wondered what he was up to, if he was still the same workaholic he had been back then. You can’t throw any shade, you were exactly the same until you’d had your health scare.
It’s different tonight. You’re both present in the moment, both attentive. There’s no checking of phones or work distractions, there’s just the two of you sharing a meal. He eats healthier these days and so do you. You laugh about that, because both your cupboards used to be filled with energy drinks and pop tarts. The lives you lived were fast paced, there was no slowing down for anything, not even each other.
When he helps you into your coat at the end of the night, the scent of his aftershave floods your senses. Something woodsy and bold, it clings to his skin as his palms come to rest on your shoulders squeezing just once.
He kisses you under the lights on the boulevard, his lips brushing over yours with a tenderness you haven’t known in years. There hasn’t been a man since Matt and there hasn’t been a woman since you. You tell each other that when he takes you to bed.
It’s nothing like the way it used to be. The two of you, you used to fuck, fast and hard, it was all you had time for but tonight it’s slow, unhurried. You take your time exploring one another. Touching, teasing, stroking until the smiles and laughter turn into low moans and desperate pleas. He uses his mouth the first time, your fingers tangled in his salt and pepper curls as he ravishes you. That sound you make when you come, it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard.
He looks into your eyes as he enters you, his palm clasping your cheek as he guides your mouth back to his. He sighs at the sensation because being with you like this, it's like coming home. You climax together this time and Matt drinks down your pleasure like it’s the finest whiskey, heated, decadent on his tongue.
He holds you close in the aftermath, your limbs tangled with his, sheets draped over your hips. Your face is buried in the curve of his throat, lips ghosting over that sensitive little spot just underneath the curve of his jaw. Your fingertips trail over the scar on his chest, the one from the surgery that saved his life.
“I almost lost you and I didn’t even know it.” You whisper against his skin.
He tilts his head towards you, his lips brushing over your forehead as his thumb traces over the slender ridge on the underside of your right breast. You’d had a biopsy two years, it had turned out to be something. They’d caught it early but you’d had to make some changes.
“I don’t want to waste any more time Cleo.” He finds himself saying. “Whatever I have left, I want to spend it with you.”
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It’s the true crime documentary that brings you and Matt back together again. The higher-ups have insisted that him and his team are available for interviews because the FBI press office want to cash in on some good publicity.
It’s been a few years since he last saw you, he has a vivid memory of sitting on the edge of the bed you had just settled into and saying “Cleo, this isn’t working.”
He’d been on his way out of the door, and you were on your way in. It was the nature of your relationship, snatches of time stolen in between the hours the both of you worked.
When he lays eyes on you today, you’re just as pretty as he remembers. Your hair is a little different, but it suits you, you wear a little less makeup, playing up your natural features instead. You’re wearing a cobalt blue blazer over a black t-shirt and grey jeans. It’s a pop of colour he isn’t expecting on you because when you were with him you always used to wear black with red lips and winged eyeliner. This new version of you…
It looks good, really good.
It’s just his luck that you’re producing the episode that he’s being interviewed for. The two of you are amicable, he doesn’t have a problem with you or what you do. You’re an excellent producer and the documentaries you’ve been developing have been phenomenal. The one on the Ricardo case had blown him away, it had resulted in the conviction of the two men who had beaten the hitchhiker to death for fun.
The problem is Seth, the interviewer the network has selected to undertake the questioning. Matt is a no-nonsense kind of guy; he doesn’t suffer fools gladly so when Seth goes off script and tries to rile him, he shuts it down almost immediately. You call time on the whole thing, send the team to interview Simone instead because it becomes apparent that Matt isn’t going to play ball. To be fair you don’t blame him. You’d warned the network that Seth wasn’t a good fit for a case like this.
It’s in the aftermath of the interview when he’s trying to detangle himself from the microphone wire that you intervene. You can tell he’s frustrated from the way he’s tugging at his lapel.
“Matt…” It’s the way you say his name that stops him in his tracks because you both know he’s going to break the thing. “Let me help.”
He sighs, throwing his hands up in surrender and you smile because yea, sometimes he’s a little over dramatic with his gestures.
“You know, I saw you roll your eyes.” He tells you as your fingertips chase up the hem of his lapel. “You think he’s just as ridiculous as I do.”
“Oh, I do.” You agree, leaning in close. The scent of your perfume floods his senses. There’s a smoky undertone to it, something a little woody. It reminds him of autumn, the crinkle of crisp leaves and the sun peeking through the changing leaves. “This is one of the cases the network chose, mine are usually a lot less gimmicky.”
“I know.” He says, tilting his head up to meet your gaze. You could lose yourself in those dark eyes of his, you had once upon a time. “I’ve kept track of you a little, you won an award last year. I wanted to send flowers but the way we left things…”
He trails off. He wasn’t proud of his actions; he wasn’t an easy man to be with. His three ex-wives would testify to that. He was too focused on the job, he cancelled dates, forgot birthdays but so did you and that’s why it worked…
Until it didn’t.
“You weren’t the only one consumed by their career.” You remind him, your fingers rearranging his lapel before you set the microphone box down on his desk.
Two people who barely spent any time together doesn’t constitute a relationship. Matt had cared for you, but you were on two different paths. You were spending late nights in production, tiptoeing in during the early hours of the morning and he was disappearing for days on end solving the cases.
He’d been lying in an empty bed, sleeping another night alone when he’d realised, he couldn’t remember the last time the two of you had shared a meal together. It’s only afterwards when he tries to schedule something that he realises what the problem is, you’re both simply too busy.
“I’ve changed.” He finds himself telling you. “I had a heart attack earlier this year, I had to slow down and surprisingly, I don’t hate it.”
“I know the feeling.” You say, your voice turning a little rough. “I had a scare of my own and something like that, it really changes your perspective.”
You get it, he can tell. Whatever happened to you it shook up your world, the same way the heart attack had shaken up his.
“Hey,” He says softly, his palm covering yours as he clasps it to his chest. “You wanna get out of here, we can grab dinner and talk a little more?”
“Yea Matt.” You say, feeling the thundering of his heart underneathe the tips of your fingers. “I think I’d like that.”
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This week's EARLY ACCESS FIC is Time: Matthew Garza x Reader
You’ve forgotten how easy it is to fall in love with Matthew Garza, what it feels like to be the subject of his affection. You’ve missed him over the years you’ve been apart, his smile, his laugh, his touch. You’ve thought about him often during late nights at the studio, wondered what he was up to, if he was still the same workaholic he had been back then. You can’t throw any shade, you were exactly the same until you’d had your health scare.
