She didn't want to admit how much that nickname was growing on her. Or how much his telling her that Dirty Dancing was theirs was doing it for her.
"Ah. I guess I've just ruined you for other women," she teased.
"Actually, yes," he replied simply. "You have."
There were those pesky tears again.
"I know how this ends," she whispered. "Wanna sneak out?"
"And go where?"
"I have this thing in my room... flat, squishy, comfy. Big enough for two people. I wanna say you guys call them beds? Is that right?"
Grinning he looked down at their clasped hands. "You sure? You feel up for more spelunking?"
"Dude, it's not me who's doing the spelunking, I think the question is, are you up for more spelunking?"
He tugged her closer, arm around her back. "I'm always up for spelunking."
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It took them longer than she'd have liked to get back to Slone's house, but once they had, their desires were singular.
Suzannah took her bottom lip between her teeth, hooking her finger in the collar of his t-shirt as she led him back towards the bed. He slipped his arms around her waist and pressed his lips against hers, effectively sweeping her off her feet and onto the bed.
She broke off the kiss for just a moment. "Okay...just a second," she confessed."I have to say this, because I don't think I said it last night,but you are hella good at kissing me."
Grinning, he kissed her again. "Don't tell me that; I'll never stop kissing you."
"Maybe I don't want you to."
His lips trailed down her jaw, his fingers combing back strands of her hair as he peppered kisses down her neck. He sucked gently right where it turned into her shoulder. She melted back against the mattress.
Those lips were criminal, and she was on board with whatever they wanted to do.
Matthew's fingers played with the hem of her shirt, nudging it up far enough to expose some skin. "Ya know, every time you lift your arms in this shirt, it scoots up? Really distracting."
"I could just... take it off? Would that help with the distraction?"
He sighed. "Well, you know... you can try, I guess. Dunno if that'll help or not."
She giggled and crossed her arms over her waist, grabbing the bottom of her shirt and pulling it up over her head. She tossed it on the floor and basked in the way his eyes widened, just like they had the night before.
"Fuckin' A, these are nice..." His fingers traced along the bottom shelf of her bra and she was secretly happy that she'd worn her nice twenty-first century undergarments today instead of the boring, functional bra she'd purchased at the mall.
This one was lacey. And blue. And had demi cups that gave her that really nice amount of cleavage.
"Thanks? Grew them myself," she said with a soft chuckle.
He responded by tugging down on the cup of the bra and tracing his thumb over her now exposed nipple. She sucked in a breath and clenched a handful of the comforter in her hand. She practically quivered as he raked his thumb back and forth, flicking her stiff and apparently loving every second of it.
He was about to lower his mouth down to her when a sharp beeping sound pierced the silence. His pager, which he'd thunked down on her side table when they'd arrived. He stopped suddenly, sitting straight up. He reached over to pick up the pager, casting a glance back at her as she scrambled to tug down her shirt.
"Shit... sorry, Suze..."
"What?" she asked, reaching down to tug up the cup on her bra.
"I sort of forgot that I have something going on tonight. Just for a few hours. You gonna be okay without me?"
Her eyes widened before she made a grab for her shirt. "Dude. Of course. So sorry."
"I'm the one who's sorry." He sat back on the bed beside her as she tugged on her shirt. "Really sorry."
"It's fine," she leaned towards him, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. "Can I see you later on?"
"Absolutely."
"And we can discuss that dinosaur you keep clipped to your belt? Because I cannot believe we haven't discussed it before now."
He glanced down at the pager in his hand. "'Dinosaur', huh? I take it they don't have these in the magical future?"
Suzannah laughed. "They weigh too much for the hover cars, you know."
He rolled his eyes. "I know for a fact they don't have hover cars... do they?"
"Nah. No hover cars yet. We just moved on and everyone has smartphones now. Like those big bulky cell phones you guys have. Except better."
He chuckled and clipped said 'dinosaur' back to his belt. "Okay, I really do have to go now. But I want to hear more about smartphones later. Also, I figured I'd try to get in some spelunking." He winked.
~ Chapter Six ~
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~ October 1, 1987 ~
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Matthew
Matthew woke up the next morning, but his arm remained asleep. Even though invisible pins and needles prickled his skin, he smiled all the same.
Mostly because it was trapped beneath Suzannah, and he didn't want to wake her up by trying to move it. She'd drifted off while he was in the lab, finishing up the last of one of his experiments. He'd also left a few vials of his blood in the deep freeze. Something for her to use in her time. To save the world or whatever it was that she was doing.
He'd come back in after that, locking the door on the room and sliding into bed alongside her. Like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Like he belonged there.
He kind of liked the feeling. Even if she snored a little. And drooled on his shoulder. But it wasn't that bad in the big picture. Matthew probably wasn't a vision of grace and poise while he slept either.
He could imagine waking up with her like this on a regular basis. It was a nice thought. Suzannah in his arms every single night...
It could work. He could get used to it.
But he shouldn't get used to it. Because she'd be leaving in two days. Less than that. A day and a half. Matthew had one more night and morning with her. And about an hour of afternoon. And then? Apparently, he'd be going missing sometime after that.
This whole being at Phil's house was kind of putting a damper on things.
It was at that precise moment that Matthew remembered that he had a house. One that was sitting empty. Waiting to be used. And maybe, perhaps, his fling of the century would like to see the inside of it.
He wasn't going to spend the time he had left with her feeling sorry for himself. He had plenty of time to do that after she left. Or if he didn't... well, he still wasn't about to waste what little time they had left together on self-pity.
Every time he thought about her leaving, it made his stomach ache. Made his chest tighten up. Made his hand squeeze around hers. Or in this case, made his free arm clutch around her waist and pull her flat against him.
Which of course, only served to highlight another problem.
A problem that was infinitely more fun than any of the others.
A problem which was now pressed right up against her ass and was doing nothing but deter the very chaste plans he had for breakfast. Especially since Suzannah had shed her jeans at some point during the night, leaving only two very thin layers of fabric between him and her, since his pants definitely flown off once he realized hers did.
He let his head fall forward, burrowing his face into her hair as his hips pressed forward helplessly. She felt so good, so warm and soft. She smelled so nice...
"Awww," she murmured, her hand closing around his. "Good morning to you, too."
"Sorry." He kissed her shoulder.
"I'm not," She wriggled closer, sending bolts of arousal twisting through his veins. He suppressed the urge to moan and rut against her... any more than he already was.
Thankfully, she rolled over so she could face him and hike her leg up over his hip. It was some swift maneuvering on her part. Especially when she nudged him over on his back so she was stradd
ling him, one knee on either side of his hips. Her heat centered over where he was practically throbbing for her. Both of her hands pressed against his shoulders, holding him down.
As if he'd ever try to move from this position if this was where she wanted him. Trapped between her legs sounded like heaven.
Her hair fell forward over her face, lips sliding into a half smirk as blue eyes bored into his.
"Holy shit, you are beautiful," he murmured. "Did you know that?"
"Nope. And thank gods you were here to tell me or I might never have--"
"Alright, alright. I get it." He reached up to cup her face and coax her down to kiss him. He canted his hips up. "Just took me by surprise."
She waggled her eyebrows. "I guess I am very surprising."
"You surprise the hell out of me. Like now. And back when you electrocuted me when we first met. I'm still twitching from that."
She snorted out a laugh and rocked her hips over his. "Where are you twitching? Prove it."
He reached up and swatted her ass lightly, taking in the way her eyes darkened, letting his hand linger and squeeze her afterwards. He nodded down towards his hand. "See that? That's a helluva twitch."
She giggled and leaned down to kiss him again. "I could probably make my peace with a twitch like that. And, by the way? You're not so bad yourself, you know? In the looks department."
He rolled his eyes sarcastically. "I'm sure."
She ran her fingers through his hair. "So am I."
He sat up suddenly, his hands wrapping around her waist in time to catch her when she toppled backwards on the bed. He kissed her once more and stood up, crossing over to the desk to pull on his jeans.
Suzannah stood up as well, pouting for a few seconds before walking around the bed to grab her own jeans from the floor. Matthew would be lying if he said he wasn't checking out her ass the entire time.
Good gods, she was hot as hell.
Those panties weren't helping matters either. They matched her bra. She looked like some kind of model or something. The cut of them really showed off her legs, which were just as amazing as the rest of her. His gaze moved up her narrow waist, to once again appreciate that she had one of those hourglass figures. Her curves went all the way. All the way somewhere, but she made his brain shut down before he could figure out where.
He tore his eyes away from her, and grabbed his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. If they were ever leaving this room, he actually needed to make a move in that direction.
She walked over to the dresser and opened up the top drawer to pull out a small pile of clothes. Some of the things she'd bought at the mall, most likely. She shot him a quick smile and crossed the floor to her bathroom.
She'd been given one of Phillip's larger private rooms. It was similar to his, except he shared a john with another room, whereas Suzannah had her own.
"It's a shame you got dressed, you could have joined me in the shower," she called over her shoulder.
"You think I'd be able to keep my hands to myself if I'm in the shower with a hot naked you?"
"Why would you want to keep them to yourself?" She poked out her bottom lip and he honestly was such a sucker for that and he hadn't even known it until that moment.
He had a sneaking suspicion he might just be a sucker for Suzannah, full stop.
He pushed the thought out of his mind and concentrated instead on stripping out of his clothes again as he booked it towards the bathroom. His plans could wait. At least for a little while.
He had zero problems with that right now, because Suzannah was taking off her bra and holy shit, they were nice. Just as nice as the night before. And then she bent at the waist and shimmied out of her panties. With that, his brain kind of zonked out for a while.
She slid the shower door open and backed up into the water. He pushed down his boxers and followed her into the hot streams of water.
"Eager much?" she asked, smirking and sliding her hands up his torso.
He paused long enough that her hand moved down between their bodies to wrap around him, causing him to rasp, "Might say the same about you."
Suzannah stroked her hand up the shaft and he let his head fall back, concentrating on her touch.
The water was hot; it eased her hand's movements. She wrapped her other arm around his neck, pressing her lips against his chest. The water wet her hair, fell in rivulets down her shoulders and down her back, over the swell of her buttocks and beyond.
Matthew exhaled loudly, water hitting him in the chin and splashing up on his face. Her hand pumped him slowly but surely. She twisted her wrist every so often, making his toes curl against the tiled floor of the shower.
"Suzannah..." he hissed. His head dropping forward to rest against hers. Her lips found his as her hand sped up, squelching slightly with her movements.
His breath came out in gasps. "Suze... that feels so good. You're so good... so good for me."
His lungs seized up just then, the air catching in his throat as her hand sped up even more. The first quaking tremors of his orgasm shot through his belly and coincided with the thought that she was better for him than anyone else had been. And he was going to lose her.
His cum splattered on her stomach, immediately washing away with the water. Matthew tugged on her hand, loosening her grip enough to kneel in front of her.
"Matt-- " she gasped, stumbling just a little as he hiked her leg up and over his shoulder.
His tongue found her center, honing in on the tiny nub at the apex of her thighs. He stroked it slowly, laving his tongue broadly over her as his fingers pressed up into her warmth.
Suzannah quaked a little, leaning back against the wall for support as one of her hands went immediately to the back of his head. He kept up his slow pace, his eyes cast upwards to watch as she plucked at her nipples with her other hand, her eyes squeezed shut.
He started to stroke her from within, matching the pace and pressure of his tongue. Finding that spot deep within her that made her clench around his fingers.
"Matthew," she murmured, the water cooling just a bit as he kept up the pace. "Matthew..."
His name sounded like a promise. Like an assurance. He was doing something good here. Right now. This was good. It was so good.
He felt her walls tighten, her belly rippling with pleasure as she tipped over the edge. His name became a chant. Over and over again as he fucked his fingers into her willing body.
"You are too good at that," she said on an exhale as he withdrew. Matthew licked his lips and kissed his way up her body, wrapping his arm around her waist so she could put all her weight on him.
"Too good? Or just good enough?" he asked, arching an eyebrow as she leaned forward to rest her head on his shoulder.
"Too good. I'm overcome."
"Overcome or over--"
"Don't push it, dollface," she countered, pointing a finger up into his face. "And I'm never overcum."
They finished the shower in record time, because as Matthew had noticed before, the hot water was running out. He towelled off first, giving Suzannah some time to quickly wash her hair.
"Sorry about taking up all your hot-water time," he said sheepishly. "My quickie wasn't so quick, was it?"
"No complaints here!" Suzannah chimed. The faucet squeaked as she turned off the water, drops falling from her in tiny little plops as she stepped out into the bathroom. "Hot-water time well spent!"
Matthew handed her a towel and watched her for a moment as she dried herself off, opting to wrap the towel around her head and traipse naked into her bedroom. It made him feel a bit overdressed as he wrapped his own around his waist and followed her.
"Hey... You wanna get out of here?" he asked, tilting his head to the side as she pulled on her clothes.
A quick glance at his watch told him it was almost ten a.m. Definitely a great time for a visit to his home.
"Like nothing else I've ever wanted before," she answered. "Care to make my dreams come true, Matthew?"
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He wanted nothing more than to do just that. Unfortunately, this was the best he could offer. "Well, it's nothing too fancy, but I promise to have you back in time to catch your portal."
"And it's not here? Can be alone?" she asked, tugging on her t-shirt. "And not in Phillip's house? Where it kind of, sort of, feels like I'm sneaking sex in my parents' house?"
"Absolutely."
He grinned widely and she returned the expression, reaching for her shoes and sliding them on before she grabbed his hand.
"Take me there."
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They arrived at his house a short while after leaving Phillip's home. Suzannah had commented frequently on how gorgeous the drive was, and the second they'd pulled into the driveway, she kept glancing around like she wasn't sure where to look first, ta the view or at his admittedly beautiful house..
He was about to open the door when she stopped him.
"Wait."
"What?"
"Dude... this is your place? You own it? This isn't like... your parents' lake house and they're going to walk in on us or something?"
He smiled. "No, it's mine."
"Then, like, why don't you ever come up here? Why are you staying at Phillip's?"
He shrugged. "It used to be my parents'. But they aren't around anymore. So it's a little bittersweet, I guess?"
"Okay...? Are you sure that's not gonna be like a boner-kill or anything?"
"Definitely not." He had to bite his tongue hard. Really hard. Because he'd almost said exactly what was on his mind. Something that started with an 'L' and ended everything entirely too soon. What had almost slipped out was not something you said to someone who you had just met a few days before. You didn't just tell someone you loved them out of the blue in these kinds of situations.
No matter how unlikely these precise situations were.
He reached for the knob again, opening the door and stepping out of the way for Suzannah to go in first.
He ducked into the entryway, his hand trailing behind him as Suzannah shut the door. "Want some coffee?" he asked. "Breakfast on the deck?"
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