âYou know why I sat by your bedside, Leo?â Mattie whirled around to face him, her eyes fiery, âBecause it certainly wasnât out of guilt. I didnât want you to die, and I didnât want to wake up and find you gone and have you die, because I, IâŚâ her voice trailed off, and she sighed, walking away towards the gate theyâd come in through. He felt himself process her words, and he remembered her telling him Hester had told her to go, over a year ago. He felt a warmth in his stomach as he watched her retreating back, and it was as if his worldview finally made sense.
He trailed behind her the entire way back to the house, always a few steps behind her. He watched her unlock the door and let it swing shut behind her. He caught the door before it slammed, and shut it gently as he entered. He heard her footsteps retreating upstairs, and he followed her, finding her moving around her room. She pushed past him, muttering about her room being a pit, and he felt a wave of affection as she tried to clear her room around him. He ducked his head as she came close to him, instinctively trying to catch her lips in a soft kiss. Her lips were softer than he imagined, and he felt himself relax as she stopped in front of him. She looked up at him for a moment, her eyes flickering between his eyes and his lips, and he could have sworn his heart stopped for a moment, before she went on her tiptoes and he bent slightly to meet her in a second kiss. Her hand stroked down his jaw, and he moved one hand into her hair, his other gripping her hip gently, holding her steady as their lips met, at first messily but slowly improving as they learned the rhythm of each other. His hand felt large in her hair, thumb resting by her cheek. Her hair was soft, and he wanted to tangle his hands in it as they kept kissing, gentle open-mouthed kisses that melted him slightly. Her hands began to push his jacket off of him, and he let his arms down, letting his jacket fall to the floor, before her fingers began playing with the hem of his jumper, pushing it up to reveal his skin underneath. He pulled his jumper off, and felt Mattieâs fingers graze the scar on his abdomen. Her fingers were soft and gentle, tracing part of the edge of the scar, before she looked back up at him, before he leant in once more to capture her lips in a soft kiss.
* This isnât much of a video, and Iâll blame my software for that. But the song is You Matter to Me from the Broadway show Waitress. And I really appreciate the intimacy of this fic, not just in content but in tone.