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x_moonshine_xTitle: My Missing Puzzle Piece (Summer).
Series: Seasons (1/4).
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cloudysky
Fandom: Doctor Who.
Pairing: Matt Smith/Karen Gillan.
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: Real person fic, smut.
Word count: 3,259.
Summary: Karen gets caught in the rain, Matt lends her dry clothes, and an afternoon of script reading soon turns into something else entirely.
A/N: Very much inspired by the Katy Perry song Teenage Dream. If you haven’t heard it yet, do give it a listen, you won’t regret it.
My Missing Puzzle Piece (Summer)
‘Thanks for the jumper.’
Matt turns at the sound of Karen’s voice to find her stood in the doorway of the kitchen. She’s tugging anxiously at the hem of said jumper, which sits neatly about her thighs, and her skin is flushed with pink from the hot water of the shower. The jumper probably looks better on her than it does him, but that could only be because she’s so obviously naked beneath it and it’s falling off her shoulder haphazardly.
‘I don’t know why you didn’t wait in the cab until the rain stopped,’ he comments, returning his attention to the tea he was making and away from the tempting sight of his friend.
Behind him, he hears Karen huff, and then the sound of her bare feet against the tiles as she approaches. ‘I already told you, he wouldn’t wait,’ she says. ‘He had somewhere else to be or... something. I don’t know.’
He glances over his shoulder to find her now perched at the breakfast bar, arms folded atop the counter and the sleeves of the jumper pulled down over her hands. He smiles, picks up the mugs in front of him, and joins her, sitting opposite. ‘Didn’t he know who you were?’ he scoffs playfully, pushing one of the teas toward her.
‘Apparently not.’ Karen smiles and picks up her mug, taking a small sip from it. ‘I did ask.’
Laughing, Matt stretches his leg out and kicks her gently, murmuring, ‘You did not.’ She squeaks in surprise, but is quick to kick him back, abandoning her tea almost immediately.
‘Meanie,’ she mutters, and a moment later he finds her feet in his lap, safely out of the way now. ‘Give me a foot rub, please.’ She grins at him, in what he supposes is meant to be an alluring way, but it doesn’t have the desired effect.
Instead, he screws his nose up in response, an action he soon regrets it as he remembers how close her feet are to his crotch. One false move and he’s had it. He decides to play it safe and, alternatively, tickles her toes, toying with her. She wriggles a little in his grasp, but merely begins to giggle, her whole body wracked with mirth.
Eventually, clearly having had enough, Karen pulls away from his reach and hops back to her feet. She walks around to him and he gazes up at her as she approaches. When she reaches him, she holds her hand out, wiggling her fingers encouragingly, and smiles. ‘Will you dance with me?’ she asks.
Matt stays where he is at first, but when he realises she’s serious, grasps her hand without any further hesitation and joins her in the middle of the kitchen floor.
When Karen’s done fiddling with the radio to find something halfway decent to dance to (McFLY apparently), he pulls her close and spins them around on the spot. He’s always liked the way they’re almost the same height, so when they’re face-to-face he can look her right in the eye. He also knows that she has always found it unnerving, but that doesn’t stop him for a second, and he shoots a playful wink in her direction when she threatens to look away.
Her face lights up and she falls into laughter as he begins to bounce around the kitchen with her, still clinging on so tight. It isn’t long until he’s laughing as well, and reaches out to whack the volume up; violins filling the air as the song reaches its poetic crescendo.
He can’t think of a better way to spend a rainy summer afternoon actually.
Matt twirls her around one final time as the music slows, and then dips her playfully back, almost bumping heads with her in the process. She’s still laughing and he’s breathing hard, a bright, infectious smile on his face as he resists the urge to do the same. He doesn’t know what he did before he met her, she’s like his little ray of sunshine, and all the teasing aside, he really does love her to pieces.
‘Matt, stand me up, stand me up!’ she suddenly cries, still laughing, but it snaps him quickly out of his daze.
Unfortunately though, he swings her back up to standing so fast that his sock clad feet slip on the tiles and a second later they’re both on the floor in a heap of tangled limbs, Karen shrieking as she scrambles to save her dignity. He plays the gentleman and turns away, but just as he’s about to get back to his feet, she catches hold of his face in her hands and turns him back.
Matt opens his mouth to ask why, only to find himself silenced as Karen leans down toward him and smiles. He stares for a moment, but is quick to close the gap between them, sitting up and grasping fistfuls of her fiery hair as he brushes his nose against hers.
Her smile brightens and her eyes flutter closed, chest rising as she inhales deeply.
He watches in silence at first (he too can’t help but enjoy their close proximity), and then murmurs, ‘Sorry... clumsy, clumsy me.’
Karen grins and before he has time the time to say anything more, he finds her lips on his in the sweetest of kisses. It doesn’t last very long, several seconds at most, but it leaves him reeling and he’s soon smiling, too, desperate for more.
‘Do I look like I mind, Matt?’ she questions finally, lifting her eyebrows playfully.
Matt’s almost entirely sure the answer to that question is ‘no’, although, as she lifts her hands to run them through her hair and the jumper she’s wearing rides up even higher, he finds himself rather short on words (even syllables). Now there’s a sight he could gladly get used to seeing writhing about above him on a daily basis. She smiles, dropping her arms down again, the jumper slipping a little more, and he feels his stomach flip in anticipation. He won’t lie, the blood is pretty much all rushing to one place right now, and rather quickly at that.
‘No,’ he answers finally, voice thick. ‘Not in the slightest.’
Moments later he finds her lips on his again and he leans up to accept it, his hands sliding beneath the jumper she’s wearing to rest against her hips. He rubs his thumbs in small circular motions against her soft skin and receives a gentle moan of contentment for his efforts, her hips rocking suddenly into his – she isn’t resisting this one bit.
As Matt’s hands slide ever higher, his fingertips walking her spine and exploring every inch, Karen breaks the kiss and hitches in a sharp, short breath. ‘Do that again,’ she whispers.
He’s not entirely sure what he did, but lets his hands glide over her skin all the same, the very tips of his fingers ghosting over her ribcage. It’s then her breathing changes and she’s soon humming her approval, her teeth cutting gently into her bottom lip. Her head lolls forward, hair spilling over her shoulders in untamed waves and he doesn’t think he’s ever seen her look so beautiful.
‘Just...’ Matt finds Karen’s hands covering his seconds later and she effortlessly guides them lower, skin to skin as he follows her lead and strokes lightly over her tummy. ‘Hmmm, right there,’ she adds, and the smile she has on her face now could light up any room.
Inhaling deeply, he moves to prop himself up on his elbows, his hands sliding down to caress her thighs as he shifts position. She sighs, breathy and contented, nonchalant about the change. ‘This would be better if we got off the floor, Kaz,’ he suggests gently.
Karen seems to agree and moves off him in seconds, rising back to standing. She stares down at him, apparently sizing him up, and then whirls around without warning and dashes off.
Scrambling back to his feet as fast as he can, given the situation, Matt tears off after her, pulling his t-shirt over his head as he goes and slinging it back over his shoulder. He collars her in the doorway of his bedroom, running straight into her as she comes to a sudden halt. He smiles, trapping her there as he pushes her gently against the door and leans in to kiss her, a kiss that she chooses to dodge.
They play fight their way to the bed then, falling onto the pillows several moments later, both laughing breathlessly.
Matt crawls over Karen shortly afterwards, his hands resting either side of her head, fingers tangling into her auburn locks. ‘You’re a force to be reckoned with, Karen Gillan,’ he says, ducking his head down to nuzzle her neck, quickly drowning in the scent of her.
‘You wouldn’t have me any other way, you know that...’ she whispers, her tone light.
And she’s right, he wouldn’t, but he doesn’t need to say so for them both to know it’s true.
As Karen reaches her hands up toward his face, taking advantage of his silence, Matt catches hold of one and presses a soft kiss to her palm, inhaling deeply as he does so.
She giggles, rolling her eyes. ‘Anyone would think you were trying to seduce me, Matthew,’ she teases and snatches her hand away again. He’s quite happy to let her, and when she reaches back out to him, he lets his eyes fall closed, enjoying the feel of her fingers running slowly through his hair.
‘Seduce you?’ He chuckles eventually. ‘I wouldn’t ever do anything so, so--’ He stops and waves his hand around idly, unsure exactly how to finish.
‘Outrageous?’ With a grin, Karen leans up to kiss him once more, her arms encircling his neck as she pulls him down on top of her. ‘Of course not,’ she murmurs, her lips curling up into a smile against his. ‘So stop with the seducing and get on with it Indie boy.’
Matt’s eyebrows shoot up at that and he sits back on his heels, laughter taking over. ‘Get on with it?' he repeats. She merely nods, so he shrugs his shoulders and swiftly moves to unfasten his jeans, murmuring playfully, ‘Well, if you insist, Gillan.’
His answer is a shriek and Karen sits up, joining him, and swatting his hands away. ‘I didn’t mean it!’ she exclaims, but apparently changes her mind a second later. ‘OK, I did mean it... but honestly, Matt.’
He laughs, a little thrown by how serious she sounds, but soon tells himself to ignore it, turning his attention to her creamy skin, his hands searching out the hem of the jumper she’s wearing instead. Time to pick up where they left off in the kitchen he thinks, there are better things they could be doing with their time right now than bickering (even if it is only playful).
Hands slipping smoothly beneath the jumper, he slides them over her stomach and continuously onwards, his thumbs finally caressing the underside of her breasts. He smiles as he finds his target, receiving an answering moan of contentment, the grip she has on his hair tightening and her breath hitching.
Smiling, he spends several leisurely minutes acquainting himself with her body before catching hold of the hem of the jumper she’s wearing and yanking it upwards, the fabric skimming over her slim frame. He tosses it out of the way a second later, and then sinks lower to devour every inch of her in tiny, butterfly kisses.
They’re both quiet for a while, for once, and it isn’t until he pulls away that Karen speaks up again. ‘Now I really mean it,’ she says, her mouth curled up into a mischievous grin. ‘Get the hell on with it!’
This time though, she’s the one who’s undressing him, fingers working desperately, pushing both his jeans and boxers down past his hips in the most ungraceful of ways. He bites on his lip lightly as he helps her, kicking the offending garments off and down to the floor once they’re low enough. His socks follow several moments later, tossed away with no thought.
There is a collective silence, although only brief, and then Karen shatters the moment, exhaling loudly.
Nudity aside, Matt reminds himself this is still only Karen, so allows a gentle smile to cross his features as he shifts to lie over her again. She moves to accommodate the change, her legs falling open further to allow him more room and her knees coming up on either side of his hips. She looks anxious that this is happening now, but she’s still the same old Karen to him no matter what, so he soothes away her insecurities with a chase kiss and murmurs, ‘Temptress.’
She laughs very softly against his lips and, a moment later, he feels her hands on his back, gently encouraging. ‘Don’t make me beg,’ she whispers.
Matt has no intention of that and tells her so, sliding his hands confidently down her thighs. She moans softly and opens up to him, lips seeking out his to share in another kiss. Returning it comes like second nature, and as he kisses her, he lets his hips rock gently into hers. Her legs curl around his in return and she whispers something that sounds suspiciously like ‘please’ when he breaks the kiss to catch his breath.
Her hands are in his hair again and as she smiles up at him, fingers tugging painfully on it, she lifts her hips suddenly, desperately.
That’s all it takes and he loses his inhibitions shortly afterwards, his hands briefly balling into fists against the sheets before gripping her hips so tightly that he’ll almost certainly leave marks on her skin once they’re done. He sinks into her then, thrusting hard and deep, losing himself into the warmth of the redhead lying before him.
Karen’s anything but quiet, murmuring incoherently into his ear as she tightens her grip on his shoulders, pulling him in closer.
There is no question as to whether they both want this or not, they both clearly do.
Matt can barely move now, she’s wrapped around him so tightly, her entire body a coiled spring. He kisses her once, twice, and then casually moves to roll them over, remembering from earlier how Karen enjoys being in control of the situation.
Sure enough, he’s proved right almost immediately when she smiles down at him and lifts her hips high. He misses the feel of her surrounding his cock instantaneously, although barely has the time to dwell as she sinks low again and they meet in the middle with a heartfelt groan. This he knows he could get used to, she’s definitely a sight to behold, and the feel of her bare skin beneath his fingertips is glorious.
He leans up, a slow rhythm now developing between them, his hands exploring her body once again. He follows the same path as earlier, tiptoeing his way and leaving nothing untouched, listening to her soft moans and sighs and using them as his guide.
It’s like a game, and the rules are unwritten as yet. No one really knows the state of play and he is loving every second of it.
Matt soon finds Karen’s fingers threaded through his own and, like she did earlier, she urges them lower, taking him to his destination. He doesn’t need her help, he would have got there on his own eventually, but she’s impatient and wants everything all at once.
Sure enough, as the thumb of his right hand brushes over her clit, she sings her approval and her hips buck. He doesn’t manage to keep it up very long, and her suddenly furious movements are playing havoc with his own arousal. He, for one, certainly didn’t need any help in that area. His hands move back to her hair, tangling into her locks as he urges her down for one final kiss – it’s easier to just go with it.
He meets his climax only seconds before she does, and the kiss falls away again as she breathily murmurs his name. It comes over and over, a mantra tumbling from her lips like she has no control over it, and he closes his eyes, enjoying the sound of it rolling off Karen’s tongue. He’s not had a buzz like this in quite some time, and it really is magnificent.
Silence falls not long after, and Matt lies still, listening to the sound of their heavy breathing as Karen lays her head on his chest. It’s nice, peaceful, and somehow he knew it would be this way with her. For the first time since he’s known her, Karen is happy to stay quiet... for a little while at least. Post coital bliss, that’s for sure.
‘Your heart,’ she whispers eventually, and he lifts his head so he can look down at her. ‘It’s so loud.’
Matt laughs, his eyes falling closed as he lies back down. ‘Not surprised,’ he responds. ‘Why? What were you expecting?’
‘Not sure...’
Opening an eye and looking at her once more, he lets a light smile grace his features. She hasn’t moved yet and is merely tailing her index finger around and around in circles across his chest, her gaze trained upon the task. She’s deep in thought though, that much is obvious.
‘Are you OK?’ Matt asks her several moments later.
‘More than.’ Karen smiles and looks up, their eyes meeting for the first time in a while. ‘Just thinking about how much trouble we’re going to end up in if they find out about this, you know.’
It takes him a moment to realise that she’s talking about their significant others and not BBC Wales, or anyone else from that side of their lives, and he feels a little stupid to begin with. He supposes she’s right, but there’s really no need for anyone to find out, is there? This is private and should remain so, girlfriends and boyfriends aside.
‘Kaz,’ he whispers, his hands going to her face, thumbs stroking gently over her flushed cheeks. ‘There are no rules. We don’t need to tell anyone about this. No one’s going to find out.’
Karen nods as she thinks it over, her eyebrows knitting together in concentration. It’s just another of those Karen things that he finds irresistible. She always has been that way to him, there’s something about her. He’d never admit to it publically, or to her, but he’s sure he’s been in love with her since the moment they first met. If they told people about what had happened between them, he’d be forced to let the world in, and that’s the last thing he wants. What he has with Karen is special, it always has been, and it’s only now that it’s becoming more so. No one needs to know about that but them.
And he wants it to be that way – Karen Gillan, his little secret.
‘OK...’ Karen’s reply is quiet, and she moves to fold her arms across his chest, her chin resting upon them as she looks up at him. ‘Does that mean we can do it again?’
Matt grins and reaches down to pull the covers over them with a flourish, the fabric momentarily ballooning and surrounding them in a tent of pure white. As he rolls, leaning over her and planting a soft kiss to her lips, he seals the deal with one final word, murmuring softly, ‘Definitely.’
Series: Seasons (1/4).
Author:
cloudyskyFandom: Doctor Who.
Pairing: Matt Smith/Karen Gillan.
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: Real person fic, smut.
Word count: 3,259.
Summary: Karen gets caught in the rain, Matt lends her dry clothes, and an afternoon of script reading soon turns into something else entirely.
A/N: Very much inspired by the Katy Perry song Teenage Dream. If you haven’t heard it yet, do give it a listen, you won’t regret it.
My Missing Puzzle Piece (Summer)
‘Thanks for the jumper.’
Matt turns at the sound of Karen’s voice to find her stood in the doorway of the kitchen. She’s tugging anxiously at the hem of said jumper, which sits neatly about her thighs, and her skin is flushed with pink from the hot water of the shower. The jumper probably looks better on her than it does him, but that could only be because she’s so obviously naked beneath it and it’s falling off her shoulder haphazardly.
‘I don’t know why you didn’t wait in the cab until the rain stopped,’ he comments, returning his attention to the tea he was making and away from the tempting sight of his friend.
Behind him, he hears Karen huff, and then the sound of her bare feet against the tiles as she approaches. ‘I already told you, he wouldn’t wait,’ she says. ‘He had somewhere else to be or... something. I don’t know.’
He glances over his shoulder to find her now perched at the breakfast bar, arms folded atop the counter and the sleeves of the jumper pulled down over her hands. He smiles, picks up the mugs in front of him, and joins her, sitting opposite. ‘Didn’t he know who you were?’ he scoffs playfully, pushing one of the teas toward her.
‘Apparently not.’ Karen smiles and picks up her mug, taking a small sip from it. ‘I did ask.’
Laughing, Matt stretches his leg out and kicks her gently, murmuring, ‘You did not.’ She squeaks in surprise, but is quick to kick him back, abandoning her tea almost immediately.
‘Meanie,’ she mutters, and a moment later he finds her feet in his lap, safely out of the way now. ‘Give me a foot rub, please.’ She grins at him, in what he supposes is meant to be an alluring way, but it doesn’t have the desired effect.
Instead, he screws his nose up in response, an action he soon regrets it as he remembers how close her feet are to his crotch. One false move and he’s had it. He decides to play it safe and, alternatively, tickles her toes, toying with her. She wriggles a little in his grasp, but merely begins to giggle, her whole body wracked with mirth.
Eventually, clearly having had enough, Karen pulls away from his reach and hops back to her feet. She walks around to him and he gazes up at her as she approaches. When she reaches him, she holds her hand out, wiggling her fingers encouragingly, and smiles. ‘Will you dance with me?’ she asks.
Matt stays where he is at first, but when he realises she’s serious, grasps her hand without any further hesitation and joins her in the middle of the kitchen floor.
When Karen’s done fiddling with the radio to find something halfway decent to dance to (McFLY apparently), he pulls her close and spins them around on the spot. He’s always liked the way they’re almost the same height, so when they’re face-to-face he can look her right in the eye. He also knows that she has always found it unnerving, but that doesn’t stop him for a second, and he shoots a playful wink in her direction when she threatens to look away.
Her face lights up and she falls into laughter as he begins to bounce around the kitchen with her, still clinging on so tight. It isn’t long until he’s laughing as well, and reaches out to whack the volume up; violins filling the air as the song reaches its poetic crescendo.
He can’t think of a better way to spend a rainy summer afternoon actually.
Matt twirls her around one final time as the music slows, and then dips her playfully back, almost bumping heads with her in the process. She’s still laughing and he’s breathing hard, a bright, infectious smile on his face as he resists the urge to do the same. He doesn’t know what he did before he met her, she’s like his little ray of sunshine, and all the teasing aside, he really does love her to pieces.
‘Matt, stand me up, stand me up!’ she suddenly cries, still laughing, but it snaps him quickly out of his daze.
Unfortunately though, he swings her back up to standing so fast that his sock clad feet slip on the tiles and a second later they’re both on the floor in a heap of tangled limbs, Karen shrieking as she scrambles to save her dignity. He plays the gentleman and turns away, but just as he’s about to get back to his feet, she catches hold of his face in her hands and turns him back.
Matt opens his mouth to ask why, only to find himself silenced as Karen leans down toward him and smiles. He stares for a moment, but is quick to close the gap between them, sitting up and grasping fistfuls of her fiery hair as he brushes his nose against hers.
Her smile brightens and her eyes flutter closed, chest rising as she inhales deeply.
He watches in silence at first (he too can’t help but enjoy their close proximity), and then murmurs, ‘Sorry... clumsy, clumsy me.’
Karen grins and before he has time the time to say anything more, he finds her lips on his in the sweetest of kisses. It doesn’t last very long, several seconds at most, but it leaves him reeling and he’s soon smiling, too, desperate for more.
‘Do I look like I mind, Matt?’ she questions finally, lifting her eyebrows playfully.
Matt’s almost entirely sure the answer to that question is ‘no’, although, as she lifts her hands to run them through her hair and the jumper she’s wearing rides up even higher, he finds himself rather short on words (even syllables). Now there’s a sight he could gladly get used to seeing writhing about above him on a daily basis. She smiles, dropping her arms down again, the jumper slipping a little more, and he feels his stomach flip in anticipation. He won’t lie, the blood is pretty much all rushing to one place right now, and rather quickly at that.
‘No,’ he answers finally, voice thick. ‘Not in the slightest.’
Moments later he finds her lips on his again and he leans up to accept it, his hands sliding beneath the jumper she’s wearing to rest against her hips. He rubs his thumbs in small circular motions against her soft skin and receives a gentle moan of contentment for his efforts, her hips rocking suddenly into his – she isn’t resisting this one bit.
As Matt’s hands slide ever higher, his fingertips walking her spine and exploring every inch, Karen breaks the kiss and hitches in a sharp, short breath. ‘Do that again,’ she whispers.
He’s not entirely sure what he did, but lets his hands glide over her skin all the same, the very tips of his fingers ghosting over her ribcage. It’s then her breathing changes and she’s soon humming her approval, her teeth cutting gently into her bottom lip. Her head lolls forward, hair spilling over her shoulders in untamed waves and he doesn’t think he’s ever seen her look so beautiful.
‘Just...’ Matt finds Karen’s hands covering his seconds later and she effortlessly guides them lower, skin to skin as he follows her lead and strokes lightly over her tummy. ‘Hmmm, right there,’ she adds, and the smile she has on her face now could light up any room.
Inhaling deeply, he moves to prop himself up on his elbows, his hands sliding down to caress her thighs as he shifts position. She sighs, breathy and contented, nonchalant about the change. ‘This would be better if we got off the floor, Kaz,’ he suggests gently.
Karen seems to agree and moves off him in seconds, rising back to standing. She stares down at him, apparently sizing him up, and then whirls around without warning and dashes off.
Scrambling back to his feet as fast as he can, given the situation, Matt tears off after her, pulling his t-shirt over his head as he goes and slinging it back over his shoulder. He collars her in the doorway of his bedroom, running straight into her as she comes to a sudden halt. He smiles, trapping her there as he pushes her gently against the door and leans in to kiss her, a kiss that she chooses to dodge.
They play fight their way to the bed then, falling onto the pillows several moments later, both laughing breathlessly.
Matt crawls over Karen shortly afterwards, his hands resting either side of her head, fingers tangling into her auburn locks. ‘You’re a force to be reckoned with, Karen Gillan,’ he says, ducking his head down to nuzzle her neck, quickly drowning in the scent of her.
‘You wouldn’t have me any other way, you know that...’ she whispers, her tone light.
And she’s right, he wouldn’t, but he doesn’t need to say so for them both to know it’s true.
As Karen reaches her hands up toward his face, taking advantage of his silence, Matt catches hold of one and presses a soft kiss to her palm, inhaling deeply as he does so.
She giggles, rolling her eyes. ‘Anyone would think you were trying to seduce me, Matthew,’ she teases and snatches her hand away again. He’s quite happy to let her, and when she reaches back out to him, he lets his eyes fall closed, enjoying the feel of her fingers running slowly through his hair.
‘Seduce you?’ He chuckles eventually. ‘I wouldn’t ever do anything so, so--’ He stops and waves his hand around idly, unsure exactly how to finish.
‘Outrageous?’ With a grin, Karen leans up to kiss him once more, her arms encircling his neck as she pulls him down on top of her. ‘Of course not,’ she murmurs, her lips curling up into a smile against his. ‘So stop with the seducing and get on with it Indie boy.’
Matt’s eyebrows shoot up at that and he sits back on his heels, laughter taking over. ‘Get on with it?' he repeats. She merely nods, so he shrugs his shoulders and swiftly moves to unfasten his jeans, murmuring playfully, ‘Well, if you insist, Gillan.’
His answer is a shriek and Karen sits up, joining him, and swatting his hands away. ‘I didn’t mean it!’ she exclaims, but apparently changes her mind a second later. ‘OK, I did mean it... but honestly, Matt.’
He laughs, a little thrown by how serious she sounds, but soon tells himself to ignore it, turning his attention to her creamy skin, his hands searching out the hem of the jumper she’s wearing instead. Time to pick up where they left off in the kitchen he thinks, there are better things they could be doing with their time right now than bickering (even if it is only playful).
Hands slipping smoothly beneath the jumper, he slides them over her stomach and continuously onwards, his thumbs finally caressing the underside of her breasts. He smiles as he finds his target, receiving an answering moan of contentment, the grip she has on his hair tightening and her breath hitching.
Smiling, he spends several leisurely minutes acquainting himself with her body before catching hold of the hem of the jumper she’s wearing and yanking it upwards, the fabric skimming over her slim frame. He tosses it out of the way a second later, and then sinks lower to devour every inch of her in tiny, butterfly kisses.
They’re both quiet for a while, for once, and it isn’t until he pulls away that Karen speaks up again. ‘Now I really mean it,’ she says, her mouth curled up into a mischievous grin. ‘Get the hell on with it!’
This time though, she’s the one who’s undressing him, fingers working desperately, pushing both his jeans and boxers down past his hips in the most ungraceful of ways. He bites on his lip lightly as he helps her, kicking the offending garments off and down to the floor once they’re low enough. His socks follow several moments later, tossed away with no thought.
There is a collective silence, although only brief, and then Karen shatters the moment, exhaling loudly.
Nudity aside, Matt reminds himself this is still only Karen, so allows a gentle smile to cross his features as he shifts to lie over her again. She moves to accommodate the change, her legs falling open further to allow him more room and her knees coming up on either side of his hips. She looks anxious that this is happening now, but she’s still the same old Karen to him no matter what, so he soothes away her insecurities with a chase kiss and murmurs, ‘Temptress.’
She laughs very softly against his lips and, a moment later, he feels her hands on his back, gently encouraging. ‘Don’t make me beg,’ she whispers.
Matt has no intention of that and tells her so, sliding his hands confidently down her thighs. She moans softly and opens up to him, lips seeking out his to share in another kiss. Returning it comes like second nature, and as he kisses her, he lets his hips rock gently into hers. Her legs curl around his in return and she whispers something that sounds suspiciously like ‘please’ when he breaks the kiss to catch his breath.
Her hands are in his hair again and as she smiles up at him, fingers tugging painfully on it, she lifts her hips suddenly, desperately.
That’s all it takes and he loses his inhibitions shortly afterwards, his hands briefly balling into fists against the sheets before gripping her hips so tightly that he’ll almost certainly leave marks on her skin once they’re done. He sinks into her then, thrusting hard and deep, losing himself into the warmth of the redhead lying before him.
Karen’s anything but quiet, murmuring incoherently into his ear as she tightens her grip on his shoulders, pulling him in closer.
There is no question as to whether they both want this or not, they both clearly do.
Matt can barely move now, she’s wrapped around him so tightly, her entire body a coiled spring. He kisses her once, twice, and then casually moves to roll them over, remembering from earlier how Karen enjoys being in control of the situation.
Sure enough, he’s proved right almost immediately when she smiles down at him and lifts her hips high. He misses the feel of her surrounding his cock instantaneously, although barely has the time to dwell as she sinks low again and they meet in the middle with a heartfelt groan. This he knows he could get used to, she’s definitely a sight to behold, and the feel of her bare skin beneath his fingertips is glorious.
He leans up, a slow rhythm now developing between them, his hands exploring her body once again. He follows the same path as earlier, tiptoeing his way and leaving nothing untouched, listening to her soft moans and sighs and using them as his guide.
It’s like a game, and the rules are unwritten as yet. No one really knows the state of play and he is loving every second of it.
Matt soon finds Karen’s fingers threaded through his own and, like she did earlier, she urges them lower, taking him to his destination. He doesn’t need her help, he would have got there on his own eventually, but she’s impatient and wants everything all at once.
Sure enough, as the thumb of his right hand brushes over her clit, she sings her approval and her hips buck. He doesn’t manage to keep it up very long, and her suddenly furious movements are playing havoc with his own arousal. He, for one, certainly didn’t need any help in that area. His hands move back to her hair, tangling into her locks as he urges her down for one final kiss – it’s easier to just go with it.
He meets his climax only seconds before she does, and the kiss falls away again as she breathily murmurs his name. It comes over and over, a mantra tumbling from her lips like she has no control over it, and he closes his eyes, enjoying the sound of it rolling off Karen’s tongue. He’s not had a buzz like this in quite some time, and it really is magnificent.
Silence falls not long after, and Matt lies still, listening to the sound of their heavy breathing as Karen lays her head on his chest. It’s nice, peaceful, and somehow he knew it would be this way with her. For the first time since he’s known her, Karen is happy to stay quiet... for a little while at least. Post coital bliss, that’s for sure.
‘Your heart,’ she whispers eventually, and he lifts his head so he can look down at her. ‘It’s so loud.’
Matt laughs, his eyes falling closed as he lies back down. ‘Not surprised,’ he responds. ‘Why? What were you expecting?’
‘Not sure...’
Opening an eye and looking at her once more, he lets a light smile grace his features. She hasn’t moved yet and is merely tailing her index finger around and around in circles across his chest, her gaze trained upon the task. She’s deep in thought though, that much is obvious.
‘Are you OK?’ Matt asks her several moments later.
‘More than.’ Karen smiles and looks up, their eyes meeting for the first time in a while. ‘Just thinking about how much trouble we’re going to end up in if they find out about this, you know.’
It takes him a moment to realise that she’s talking about their significant others and not BBC Wales, or anyone else from that side of their lives, and he feels a little stupid to begin with. He supposes she’s right, but there’s really no need for anyone to find out, is there? This is private and should remain so, girlfriends and boyfriends aside.
‘Kaz,’ he whispers, his hands going to her face, thumbs stroking gently over her flushed cheeks. ‘There are no rules. We don’t need to tell anyone about this. No one’s going to find out.’
Karen nods as she thinks it over, her eyebrows knitting together in concentration. It’s just another of those Karen things that he finds irresistible. She always has been that way to him, there’s something about her. He’d never admit to it publically, or to her, but he’s sure he’s been in love with her since the moment they first met. If they told people about what had happened between them, he’d be forced to let the world in, and that’s the last thing he wants. What he has with Karen is special, it always has been, and it’s only now that it’s becoming more so. No one needs to know about that but them.
And he wants it to be that way – Karen Gillan, his little secret.
‘OK...’ Karen’s reply is quiet, and she moves to fold her arms across his chest, her chin resting upon them as she looks up at him. ‘Does that mean we can do it again?’
Matt grins and reaches down to pull the covers over them with a flourish, the fabric momentarily ballooning and surrounding them in a tent of pure white. As he rolls, leaning over her and planting a soft kiss to her lips, he seals the deal with one final word, murmuring softly, ‘Definitely.’
