Matt/Corey oneshot. 394 words. not hetslop!! Mattie is genderwierd!!!
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Mattie closes her compact mirror with a snap and places it on the coffee table. "Do you think I'm pretty, Corey?" She asks playfully, batting her painted eyelashes. Her tone is teasing but the question is genuine. She's still getting used crossdressing in front of other people.
Before Corey can answer, Mattie moves from her place on the other end of the couch and straddles his lap. Corey knows he should tell her to back up. He shouldn't be putting his hands on her waist. He shouldn't be letting her sit on his lap in the first place, but he hates to tell her no.
Instead he asks, "What are you doing?"
"Just giving you a closer look. Answer the question." she replies, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"I think you look like a pretty doll." He agrees. And she really does. Her eyelids are coated in a soft blue shadow with 1960s style eyeliner and mascara. Pink gloss adorns her full lips. A precious, charming doll dressed in pajama pants and one of Corey's old shirts.
Mattie giggles, pleased with Corey's answer. "You're too sweet." She says. Her pupils are wide with love. He is too nice. He spoils her, they both know it.
Corey rolls his eyes but no malice is behind it. "Are you gonna get up soon?" He asks, squirming a bit in his seat. He's trying to put as much distance between his crotch and her ass as possible.
it's almost as if Mattie read his mind because she scoots impossibly closer, resting her head on his shoulder, lips inches from his neck. "Do you want me to get up?" She asks. Her breath is warm and it makes Corey shudder. He digs his fingers into the couch cushions. He focuses on the TV, the random episode of Seinfeld that's been on as background noise. He needs a cigarette. Anything to take his mind off of her soft, glossy lips.
"You need to finish getting dressed." Corey murmurs. But he doesn't tell Mattie to get up. Her face is obscured by her dark hair, but Corey can tell she's grinning. Like a cat that caught a mouse.
Mattie presses a chaste kiss to Corey's neck before getting up. She motions for him to follow her. "Help me pick out my outfit." She requests/orders. And of course Corey obeys.

















