Tempered in Silence

WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT NOT FOR CHILDREN'S EYES. MEANING, SEXY SMEXY MATT-SEX


“God, Matt,” I lifted my hips up into his. His eyes rolled in pleasure before he covered my mouth with his own. We were having sex for the first time since I’d left for New York nearly seven years ago and one thing was evident: Matt had gotten better as well as bigger. What had been amazing before now blew my mind. The only hitch was having to be quiet because Emmy’s room was directly across from the one we were in.

He moved us, pressing his massive length deeper into me, setting me into an orgasm like I’d never had. His mouth left mine to trail down my nect but flew back to delve into my own, smothering his own groan. What he was too late to cover was his, “Eliza, please love me.”

I tore my mouth away from his in mild shock, but returned it quickly. He’d never hear my response through the stupor he was in. Like a mad man, he drove us both to the brink over and over, both physically and emotionally until he pushed me over the edge, tenderly, by kissing my shoulder. I clung to him, tightening around hi as he shuddered, spilling deep in me. I stroked his short hair, made even shorter by a recent video, and met those amazing eyes, “You asked me to love you.”

“I shouldn’t have.” He murmured, still breathless.

“Matt, I never stopped.” I moved a little, whimpering under my breath.

He started to move off of me, but stopped when I grabbed his bicep, “I don’t . . .what?”

“Stay. You were saying?” I looped my arms around his shoulders.

“Yeah. Um. God, Eliza.” He turned so over so that I was on top of him, letting me settle on his quickly rising arousal, “I don’t want to force you to say you love me.”

“I’m not being-” I closed my mouth and tilted my head back The feel of him getting hard in me was unbelievable, “f-forced. I do love you . . .or at least the Matt I loved in high school.”

“I haven’t changed.” He gasped.

“Then I still love you.” I leaned in to kiss him. He framed my face with his hands and turned a highly sensual moment into a soft, sweet one. I slid off of him and grabbed my short and tank top from the floor, “Thank you, Matt, for loving me still.”

“I couldn’t stop even if I tried. Are you going to check on Emmy?” He sighed.

“Yeah. She usually tries to get up and wander around about this time.
She isn’t use to this house yet.” Right on cue, I heard Emmy’s plea.

“Mommy, can you come get me?”

“What if Daddy does?” I asked.

Matt grinned at Emmy’s gasped, “Daddy!” He slid his boxers and jeans on before opening the door.

“Hey, baby girl. What’ssawrong?” He bent down to her level.

“Our old house was little. I didn’t have to go downstairs to get a drink of water or to the other end of the hall to go potty.” She pouted. Aw, he fell for it, bundling her close.

“Well, we can solve one of those problems. Tomorrow, we’ll put you a cup for water in the bathroom. Okay?” He pulled back to tickle her.

She giggled, “Okay, Daddy. Daddy, why aren’t you wearing a shirt?”

“Because Mommy and I were watching tv and it got too late for me to go home. So I’m going to spend the night.” Watching tv? That’s an interesting way to put it.

“Oh. Can I sleep with you and Mommy?’ She asked with large eyes.

Matt looked upa t me and caught the subtle shake of my head, “No, baby. I’m sorry. You’re a big girl and need to sleep in your own bed. But how about if I come tuck you in?”

“Okay.” She reached for him to pick her up and he did, taking hr into her room. He was in there for a few moments before he came back, looking for a few explanations.

“Why doesn’t she sleep through the night? And don’t you let her sleep with you sometimes?”

I placed my fingers on his lips, “Yeah, I do. But very rarely. Matt, last year Emmy caught pneumonia. She about died. When she came home from the hospital, she slept with me so I could wake her every few hours to check her breathing and give her medicine. She’s only just gotten back in the habit of sleeping by herself. Eventually, she’ll sleep through the night again.”

“Oh.” His voice was quiet, “So my baby girl could have died and I’d never have held her?”

“When she was first in the hospital, our moms tried to get in touch with you. Some girl answered. They wouldn’t tell me what was said, but your mom did say she was going to castrate you.” I sighed, “So if she had died, no you wouldn’t have had her but it wouldn’t have been for lack of trying.”

“I was in Europe for most of last year. I had a girlfriend . . .who Mom hated.” He looked down and back up, “I’m sorry-”

“Don’t. We’re both at fault.” I yawned, “I need some sleep, you’ve worn me out.”

He laughed, “Come on, then, let’s crash. I have an interview tomorrow. I need to sleep too.”

Sleeping beside of Matt and waking up to his heavy arm wrapped around me was wonderful. Snuggled to my other side, however, was a certain kindergartener. I nudged Matt and he grunted before his eyes fluttered open. I murmured, “We had a visitor last night.”

“Huh?” He pulled me flat with his arm and laughed gruffly, “She was determined. Should we wake her?”

“No, I don’t think so. She doesn’t have school today. Mom was going to watch her so I can go to work.”

“Alright. I’ll drive her over there before I go to the interview so we can both get some more sleep. Kiss?” He inquired.

I pecked his lips and pulled out of his arms. Matt pulled Emmy closer to him and tucked her in more securely as I kissed her forehead. While in the shower, it occurred to me how eerily like a family we’d become so quickly. I loved it.

Nearly two hours later, Chaz laid a swatch of green fabric on my table,
“Panic!’s top hat design would kick ass on that fabric.”

I glanced at it and nodded, “Agreed. Ideas?”

“Messenger bag.”

I pictured it in my head, “Perfect. And a deep purple for the shirts. Do you have the belt buckle design for MCS?”

“Nope. Dave took it to have it fabricated. Okay, enough business. Your frappachino is in my office.” She lead the way. As soon as I had the sweet coffee in hand, she grinned, “So what is up with you and Matt?”

“Um, good question. I know we love each other and the sex is amazing-”

“As big as he is, it’d better be, or else you could sue him for torture and emotional distress.” She giggled.

I rolled my eyes, “Shut up! Anyway, this morning was great. Emmy crawled in bed with us. We were all snuggled together and when I got up, he snuggled with her. It was . . .beautiful.”

“Aw, so you guys are like this great little family now?’ She tilted her head.

I couldn‘t help but smile, “Not officially but we’re as close as it gets. Matt loves Emmy, and she loves her daddy.”

“And they both worship you.” Zacky said from the doorway.

I turned around and hugged him, “Hey you. What are you doing here?”

“Well, the midget wanted to come see his lady.” He motioned to where Johnny was sitting on the edge of Chaz’s desk, listening to her chatter, “So I figured I’d come hang out with you. Our interviews are over, Matt’s and Jimmy’s are soon, like now, and Brian’s is like at three or so. They do it that way to try to make us talk shit about each other.”

“That wouldn’t work on you guys . . .ever.” I snorted.

Zacky laughed, “Damn straight. We’d pull an Eliza on them.”

I smirked as Chaz asked what he meant. He looked back and forth between us questioningly before answering, “We’d give them the silent treatment from hell, like Eliza use to do.”

“Oh.” She grinned, “she does that when she’s really focused and Emmy’s the only one who can snap her out of it.”

“Sounds familiar.” Zacky breathed, “It must be a Sanders thing.”

“Must be.” I shrugged and glanced at the clock, “But, darlings, I have shit to get done and can get home to Emmy.”

“And Matt!” They all three chorused.

If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em. “Oh, yeah. And Matt.”

Chaz laughed, Johnny snorted, and Zacky shook his head. None of them believed my nonchalance. I wonder why?