Late night walk //Matthew - Kya

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It seems to me, that our fathers are a bit more alike then I thought. When something goes wrong, they both seem to blame us for what's happened. Like when Ashton had busted me in the mouth, and taken me down in front of everyone, he said it made him look bad. At least, his father isn't that conceded. Mine on the other hand will do just about anything to be perfect... or rather to have a perfect child. That perfect child turned out to be me for a few years until I started to change this year. Until certain events started taking place in my life and made things a little difficult to follow his ever whim.

"I'm sure it wasn't Matthew's fault." I mutter. "My brother can be a bit pig headed sometimes. He probably done that for laughs or something. Maybe for some other reason or to make him look bad in front of others. It wouldn't be the first time." I try to take up for Matthew, dropping all the blame on my brother.

Matthew claims he's fine just like I thought he would have, especially in front of his father. I take another bite of the food and it seems the burnt flavor is getting a little more intense the more I consume. It's nice, but horrid how his father is having to endure the taste. Then again, I'm sure he would have thrown it out if he was trying to be mean. Why would he try to be nice of all times. I give Matthew a quick glance as I change the subject to something a little more 'manly' and something he might indulge in instead of something more about me and Matthew.

The moment I mentioned his business, he seems to perk up a bit. It's like I hit gold and he starts to talk about his family business. I feel elated. Ecstatic almost because at least this is something that is bringing him out of his shell. Maybe, another female hasn't ever expressed interest in his own job before?

The long line of lineage for the business is told and I'm surprised. Matthew had told me some about it, but it's different when I hear it from his father. I give him my undivided attention, and nod several times as he talks. Then, his father expresses interest in my own father's job. What can I say though? He doesn't own a business. He makes it doing a normal job under a bigger boss, but he has certain privaledges to his job.

"My dad helps run the quarry right outside of town. He doesn't own it, but his friend does, so they're more like business partners. He deals with the finances and the labor requirements of the men, oversees production, that kind of thing. Keeps him busy though. Long hours." I tell him, and push the bowl away when I've taken the last bite of the stuff. I'm curious what his father will say to my dad's postion. It's a basic job. We're no where near as weathly as they would be. Is weath what this family looks for in finding someone to spend time with? Will it matter?

"Matthew, are you finished?" I ask, as I stand up to take my bowl and then reach out for his as well. His father, I'm not sure what he'll think about when I ask for his dish, so I don't unless he offers it up. I would be more than happy to take it as well.

[Jack Lexington]

"I'm sure it wasn't Matthew's fault. My brother can be a bit pig headed sometimes. He probably done that for laughs or something. Maybe for some other reason or to make him look bad in front of others. It wouldn't be the first time."
At first I think she's just trying to defend me in front of my dad but then I hear some pretty harsh words about her brother that I find rather delightful. She calls him pig headed.
"And here I was thinking you adore him!" Her reasoning sounds absolutely plausible. I wanted to believe that Jeran didn't shoot me on purpose but when I hear he's made others look bad on purpose before I'm not so sure any more. I think when I get back it's time to confront him about it. After all this could have ended badly for me. To get away with only a huge painful bruise was lucky.

With interest I hear the conversation switch to work, which makes my father come out of his tough old shell. The one topic he enjoys, I'd say, other than watching my fights.

Kyanite explains what her dad does. "My dad helps run the quarry right outside of town. He doesn't own it, but his friend does, so they're more like business partners. He deals with the finances and the labor requirements of the men, oversees production, that kind of thing. Keeps him busy though. Long hours."
My fathers nods at her and finishes the rest of his food. "Sounds like he's a hard worker. I appreciate that. People who work hard to make honest money."
It's true. My father has an appreciation for all of his factory workers, even the interns when they do a good job. They get extra payments.
"If you ask dad he'd probab;y want me to be a coal miner. Hard working...you know."
My dad gives me a glare.
"You know what I'd like you to do. You got the brains, why not start using them for a change."
I guess he's referring my grades in school and my choice to train as a peace keeper.
"I do. I'm with Kyanite." I squeeze her hand but know exactly that my smart remark won't sit too well with him.

My father grabs his own plate before she can scoop it up and carries it to the kitchen sink, where he opens the dish washer and shows Kyanite where it is.
"Down here."
Then he grabs his glass of water and offers her what could be interpreted as a smile.
"Thanks for dinner."

I'm stunned because he's really on his best behavior, so I add. "Yeah, thanks."
'Nice to meet you' would be a stretch, I guess so he turns his back on her and heads to the living room where he sits down with his paper and puts up his feet.

I sneak over to Ky and place my hand on her back.
"Wanna go upstairs? Or get some air?" I can only imagine that she still feels uncomfortable around my old grumpy man.

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Dissing my brother in front of Matthew's father and Mathew himself probably wasn't too smart of an idea, but in truth, he can be pigheaded when he dont' get want he wants sometimes. At least, when we were growing up that is. Right now, as I said that in front of these two, Matthew has to make it a comical thing, which makes a smile come to my face.

"Yeah. He's my brother, but family has to be honest, right?" I give it back to him in truth. Though, the only thing I don't know is whether or not he meant to do it on purpose or not. It could have been a freak accident the whole time, but only Jeran would know and I'm not sure he'd tell me the truth. So, the subject changes quickly to something his father is more invested in. Literally. Work adn jobs seems to be his forte, so I immediately get a good responce out of him when I tell him what my father does. Despite his recent increase in hours at work, I still consider him to be hard working and so does his father. He even goes to mention something about earning honest money. I nod. I agree with him one hundred percent on that statement.

"My father's the best at what he does. He's very dedicated to the job adn the people. Very trustworthy." I boast on him. Of course, there's no conversation that I think it's because of what's been going on since before pregames is why he's suddenly out of my life. Before hand, I was all he talked about and spent time with in his free time. Things changed. I rarely see him anymore adn have lost any support from him in my training, not like I've been able to do much with it.

"You know what I'd like you do to. You got the brains, why not start using them for a change." His father starts nagging him about his work ethic. Telling him what he needs to be doing but Matthew has another plan. One that I wasn't aware of and had to replay his answer in my head in order to figure out why he's holding my hand a little tighter.

"I do. I"m with Kyanite." I drop my head just a little. I think I'm still being affected by our nude romp when his father decided to pop in and surprise us that is still making me just a little bit embarressed to look the man in the eyes, but that's normal, right?

It doesn't take much though for his father to completely seperate himself from us. He takes his own dish to the kitchen, but in a wild turn of events, he thanks me for the meal.

"Matthew helped as well, Mr. Dunham. And you're welcome." I say, just so I won't take all the blame for the half burnt food. We both were the cause and effect of the taste. Mr. Dunham leaves and goes to the livingroom, giving me and Matthew a private moment to ourselves. His hand finds my back and I take a deep breath.

"Wanna go upstairs? Or get some air?"

"Can we go outside for a few?" I tell him and turn into him, letting my hands reach up to his chest and then around his neck. "We can just hang out for a few. Give him some time to forget?" I chuckle slightly and give him a quick peck on the lips and pull away. I head to the door and take my leave, waiting on Matthew to follow until we're on the back porch of his house. Only then do I release the breath I feel I've been holding and find a porch chair and sit down on the edge of it. I look up to Matthew.

"Do you think he's upset that you've chose me? I understand his dislike for women, but does he truely just consider what happened to him to represent all of?" I"m afraid if things ever got more serious between Matthew and I, that his father will disown him just because of what he feels toward the feminine race. I lean back in the chair, slouching heavily but put an uneasy smile.

[Jack Lexington]

Ky decides that she wants to go outside and her kiss convinces me.
"Okay." I nod and follow her outside but not before casting an glance at my father in the living room who's now reading his paper. He was really holding back his opinion because usually he sounds much harsher when it comes to girls.

Outside the air is crisp and clean. The moon lights up the garden enough so we don't need any lights. As I stand there and inhale the sweet scent of the first leaves and blossoms Ky slumps down in one of the old deck chairs and asks me.
"Do you think he's upset that you've chose me? I understand his dislike for women, but does he truly just consider what happened to him to represent all of?"
I think about it for a moment while I lean my back against the outside wall of our house, which is dark red brick like most of the old Victorian homes that were built in the last century.
"He's upset that I'm serious about you, yeah."
I don't want to sugar coat it.
"Look, you have to understand the guy. He's had two children with a woman he loved but never understood. My dad's always been a prick when it comes to women. He thinks they should cook and raise children. I don't know much about my mother but she was too independent to accept that. Apparently she wanted to go to college but never could." I sigh because I understand him so well.
"My mother took off and left him with a ten year old and a four year old. She didn't come back or anything." I'm starting to get that same cold feeling towards the woman I barely knew again.
"Once my sister was old enough she left and never looked back. She doesn't talk to us. I've never seen my nephew. What do you expect, Kyanite? All the women that were important in our lifes ditched us."
My expression has become harder than it should be.
It suddenly has become us, rather than my dad I notice myself getting caught in my old feelings.

[*]

"He's upset that I'm serious about you, yeah." That's all the information I need. Seems parents can be harsh about who their children see. His is represented by the dislike of women. My father is just sour that it's taken me away from the dream he had for me. I've just chosen my own path for once instead of his bidding. Besides, I'd hate to see who he's choose for me if I had to go with his own views of who I need to be with. So, with that thought I conclude I'll deal with what his father thinks. Besides, it's about me and him right? WE're the ones that have to deal with each other. SEe each other through the toughest of times or the easiest right?

When Matthew explains about his fathers disposition about women, I notice how he says that the women must cook and clean. They are also the ones to bear and raise the children. It makes me curious. Is that Matthew's view too? Does he see me that way? The way he was raised and took after his father. If anything was to happen, am I suppose to do that kind of bidding for him?

The harsh reality though, his mother up and left him. Abandoned him. In a way, we are similar. I"ve thought about this before, but it's worse for him. His mother decided to leave and at an age where the child is the most needed of a mother. At least I had the luck to keep mine until I was ten. It's really sad though. No child should have to go through that at all. His voice shows so much anger towards the woman. The emotional trauma between what happened between us both is worlds away. Anger for him. Sadness for me. I wish I could change his views on women as he sees them. We're not all bad. Some make mistakes and some are just asses. They don't deserve anything.

"It's her fault for not getting to know you, your sister. Both of them actually. I wouldn't blame your nephew though. He has no clue what kind of uncle he's missing out on. Hopefully one day she's realize her mistake. I mean, she can't just go through life without someone to lean on." I push off from the chair and walk over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist, and looking up at him.

"Look to the future, okay? What has happened is in the past. Don't keep dwelling on things that you can't change." I whisper out to him. I casually place a hand up to his cheek. "You've got me. I'm not walking out on you."

I quickly raise up and let my lips quickly touch him, a simple peck on the cheek as I suddenly start moving backwards away from him on the porch. "Then again... I never said anything about running out on you. If you want me back..." I turn around just in time to catch the few few steps and make it to the grass with my bare feet touching the cold blades. "you know... how to do that." I challenge him even more by turning around and casually walking to the side of his house.

[Jack Lexington]

I tell Kyanite about my mother leaving my family and then finally my sister running out on us. It's a tough topic that's rarely talked about under our roof as we have silently resorted to hating all women because that's what my mother and sister personify for us.
Kyanite has started to change that view on the other gender for me.

"It's her fault for not getting to know you, your sister. Both of them actually. I wouldn't blame your nephew though. He has no clue what kind of uncle he's missing out on. Hopefully one day she's realize her mistake. I mean, she can't just go through life without someone to lean on." She comes over to wrap her arms around my waist but I shake my head no.
"She's got somebody better." After all she got married to a 'nice' man.

"Look to the future, okay? What has happened is in the past. Don't keep dwelling on things that you can't change." I guess she's right about that so when she touches my cheek I lean into it.
"You've got me. I'm not walking out on you."
That's something I have troubles believing but I won't tell her. I don't want to ruin our newly rekindled realtionship.

Next thing I know she's off the porch starting a little teasing game. I can only shake my head and ask. "Really?"
Haven't I just told her one of my really bad experiences and here she is playing games? Her way to change the subject maybe? Why not.
So I follow her down the stairs and pick up my pace. The grass that has started accumulating dew is slippery under my bare feet but I catch up with her in the back yard.
"You'll have to run faster if you want to get away from me." I reach for the back of my shirt, she's wearing and hold her back just to hold her by the arm and pull her into a bit of a rough embrace.
"Gotcha...too bad, you ain't going nowhere." I place a quick smack on her lips.
"What now?"

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"I don't think it's that she has someone better, but rather that she's just found someone different. I don't know what has gone on in her life. What outside forces made her do what she did. Everyone has a dark past, Matthew. No one knows all that goes on." I speak from my own history and my past. He still dont' know what all has gone on in my life. No one knows what makes me tick or what really scares me. My family is the one that doesn't care to know. I wanted to tell them about it, but then it's been instill in my head over the years to keep it tucked away; and tucked away I did.

I keep my arms around him as I try to convince him I'm not going to walk out on him. The only thing bad about having no comment or eye contact from Matthew when I said that I won't walk out on him, is now making me think he don't believe me. Who can blame him though? It's happened to him twice. I don't want to make it a third. Perhaps, promising somethign like that is unsettling when you truely have no idea what could happen in a moments notice. The ony way to cope with this hard truth is to make light of the situation, in which I start something, I'm not sure I'm ready to lose.

I step a few more paces away from him when he starts to come back after me. The tease worked and now, I'll have to pay the price. I turn the corner to the house and make it to the side before he starts catching up to me. I let out an excited squeak when he almost catches me, but a moment later, I feel him grab on to the shirt that he lent me and he taunts me.

"You'll have to run faster if you want to get away from me."

A moment later, his arms are snagged around my body, pinning my arms to the side and in his embrace. He holds tightly, squeezing me and not letting me go at all, but it doesn't hurt me. He's gentle in that aspect.

"Who said I didn't want you to catch me?" I give him that line in hopes to make him think that catchign me was too easy.

"Gotcha... too bad, you ain't going nowhere." He kisses me quick and almost a little too rough, but it's the game I've started. It's intriguing, to be honest. The taunts and the way he keeps a very tight hold on my body. He takes two steps forward, and I barely feel my ability to keep upright for a moment but he keeps me stable.

"I guess now, you beg for mercy." I step up on my tippy toes in order to let my lips be placed on his and my hands that are being pinned against my waist, is finding his belt loops with my finger and I get a hold of him. "... cause I'm not letting go. Traps are good for one thing." I whisper. "catching the other person off guard."

I'm not sure why, but out here in the open in his backyard is so much more comforting than being in his house with his father. All previous moments of embarrassment is gone now. Even outside, where anyone could see out their windows at me and him, it doesn't bother me. "Why not let my arms go? Make it even right now. We will see who can have the upper hand?"

[Jack Lexington]

"I guess now, you beg for mercy." Kyanite is so cheeky and that cute smile, the warm brown eyes...she's toying with me. My brain becomes mushy when she looks at me like that with that playful attitude.
"Do I now?" I grin against her lips and steal another kiss while holding down her arms. I can feel her fingers working away at my hips but am not sure where she's going with this. I don't think she'd try to touch my best parts out here in the open where our neighbors and the whole street can see us.
"What are you doing?" I whisper when she tells me to let go of her arm to even out the chances.

"Okay." I nod at her and let her arms slip free but keep mine wrapped around her slender waist.
"What are you gonna do now?"
I can tell that she's got something planned and can only hope my dads not watching us from inside because he wouldn't like what he sees for sure. At least we're not naked anymore.

For a brief moment I look around to see whether we're being watched because I'm not THAT comfortable with everybody seeing me like this.

[Jack Lexington]

"I guess now, you beg for mercy." Kyanite is so cheeky and that cute smile, the warm brown eyes...she's toying with me. My brain becomes mushy when she looks at me like that with that playful attitude.
"Do I now?" I grin against her lips and steal another kiss while holding down her arms. I can feel her fingers working away at my hips but am not sure where she's going with this. I don't think she'd try to touch my best parts out here in the open where our neighbors and the whole street can see us.
"What are you doing?" I whisper when she tells me to let go of her arm to even out the chances.

"Okay." I nod at her and let her arms slip free but keep mine wrapped around her slender waist.
"What are you gonna do now?"
I can tell that she's got something planned and can only hope my dads not watching us from inside because he wouldn't like what he sees for sure. At least we're not naked anymore.

For a brief moment I look around to see whether we're being watched because I'm not THAT comfortable with everybody seeing me like this.

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"Do I now?" He plays back with me. There's only one thing to do in this kind of situation and that's by playing with him in every way possible right now. I know the conversation we were having was all deep and touching, but isn't it also my job to make the sadness go away? I know how to get him going though, and he's taken the bait. I don't like seeing him down at all. It just isn't fitting.

He kisses me until he releases my arms, but not before I start tugging at his belt loops on his pants. That seems to get his attention in whole. He looks at me with a bit of concern and I can't figure out why. Though, I have an idea and it's because we're basically so exposed out here in his yard. I'm not planning on doing anything that might have the people around us will regret seeing, but what' the harm in just a little teasing though? Just a little bit of kissing and being close? That never blinded anyone before?

Best thing about it, is that his dad is inside with his nose in the paper.

With his arms wrapped around my waist, I push against him just slightly as I take another kiss for my own. "Don't you have a backdoor somewhere?" I question him. I look up to the sky and then back down at him. "never know when a freak storm will hit. Better to be prepared, you know?" I start to pull him forward with me, backing up against the side of the house until we're out of the view of the front yard completely. The only worry now is the neighbor on the side and the back, should they have the unfortunate luck to look.

"Close your eyes."

[Jack Lexington]

I'm not sure what it is about her but the way she looks at me with that glint in her dark eyes, the smile playing on her lips, her hips moving against mine. Kyanite has an attraction that I can hardly resist. I've never experienced this before because on top of it I can relate to her.

Her body pushes against mine out in the back yard as if we were in my bedroom. Then she asks whether I have a backdoor somewhere.
That makes me grin sheepishly but then I motion over to the back of the house where behind a tree we have another entrance.
"Never know when a freak storm will hit. Better to be prepared, you know?"
I look up at the sky wondering what she's talking about but truth be told I don't care as long as she keeps doing what she's doing. I push my hips a little towards her until I bump into her and join her in that next kiss feeling her soft, wet lips against mine. They are so much softer, so lucious.
For a moment I close my eyes and hold back a groan.

By the time she tells me to close my eyes I've already done that leaning my head on hers. "Why, what are you going to do?" I question but already get excited because the aniticipation is hightening my senses.
"Whatever you do , make it quick because I want you again." My voice is so low that only she can hear me in case my father is near by.
"We have a nice shed out back, too." I grin but keeo my eyes closed.

[*]

Matthew is as willing as ever to let me take the reigns. I'm not sure why, but when it comes to being close to him, It's always me who is in control. It's intriguing though. He doesn't object to anything I say, but rather goes along with it. Even now, as I pull him closer to me against the house he doesn't fuss or try to change the subject. He just lets it happen. I grin deviously when I kiss him and even before I have to say it, his eyes are closed when I tell him to.

"Why, what are you going to do?" He questions. In all honesty, I'm working off a whim right now. No plans. Just me and him and the sanctity of his backyard. Though, I was planning to sneak back up to his room to be able to enjoy a little more time being close to him, he has to mention even more to make me not want to go that far. His words set off something inside of me that is lingering from when we got disrupted earlier and it's stronger than ever now.

How?

I take his hands into my own and lead him, myself walking backward toward the shed that he mentioned. He never opens his eyes at all. Doesn't try to pull against me. He walks easily in my direction and within a short distance, I let go of his hands to open the door to the shed and once again, I bring only one hand out to lead him inside.

Time isn't spared and when I shut the door, nothing but complete blackness surrounds us. The shed doesn't allow any light in here, so I merely sound out with humor.

"You can open your eyes." I tell him. It doesn't matter now though, cause it's as black as ever and seeing isn't beleiving. I step closer to him as I recall where he is, and let my hands find his arms first before trailing them upward to his face. It's just instinct right now. An image in my mind of where his face would be; his lips. I wrap my arms around his neck and my lips find his eagerly.

[Jack Lexington]

With my eyes closed I follow her to whereever she's going. I trust her plus I'm curious..very much so.
The creaking of the old door gives away where we are before she tells me to open my eyes but of course it's dark back here in the shed. Only a few cracks let some of the evening sun fall through. Enough to see her outline while she toches my face and leans in for a kiss, which I gladly join.
Instinctively my hand goes to the small of her back to pull her towards my body while I trail my tongue along her lips and nibble on it.
"So you want desert now?" I tease a little. This is incredible considering we've just been all over each other before we go caught. Apparently Ky doesn't get scared easily. Neither do I.
In the safety of the shed that only harbors a few garden tools, bikes and my punching bag and covers for our chairs I'm ready to do just about anything with Kyanite.

My other hand reaches up to twist her long locks behind her back and kiss her cheek before I let my hand slip down under her shirt. First it trails up her nicely toned stomach but soon cups her breast.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy this more than anyhting else right now.
Those moments with Kyanite are precious and wild.
"We're so good at this." I grin at her while I push her shirt away with my chin and nibble her shoulder.
"It's our discipline." I put it in career terms.

My thumb traces the scar on her cheek that I can only feel right now but not see. It's become part of her and I don't mind at all. For me she doesn't have to cover it with make up or hair.
To let her know I kiss that spot softly before I groan into her ear to push her a little.

[*]

Leaning in for that kiss with Matthew tells him everything. How much I want to be back within his embrace. How much I love having his hands on me. How he seems to know how to react even now, with darkness all around, he seems to know my every curve. He pulls me forward into him and I can't help but elicite this small grin into the kiss and a small ring of laughter is given.

"You want dessert now?" He teases me and I tell him subtly with a nodd but a small 'mhm' to go along with it. Who wouldn't when your boyfriend always seems to want to please you in the most opportune ways? His sultry voice chimes out in the quiet and dark shed. I, myself, never would have imagined the places that we seemed to get together in. This has to take the cake though. Of all places to make out, it would be a shed of all things. I don't even take notice of the items around me because of their dark outline. I can't see what's in here. The only thing is, I hope that I don't meet with a snake or spider, but then again, I'm not all too worried what's lurking around me when Matthew seems to start reaching for my shirt.

Inhibitions are lost. No one can see us, hell, we can barely see each other as his hands roam my body. I let out a squeak when he finds a certain area and I freeze right there.

"We're so good at this." He says. I can't see his face, but I can tell that he's smiling. It's something that I've learned with him. I can always hear the smile in his voice. I can sense the anger that comes from him. I don't always have to hear him to know what's going on though. Body language speaks louder than words and right now, I am hearing him more and more.

"Hmm. You would know it." I give him that definate answer.

His hand seems to find it's place on my face. His thumb touching the scar on my face that I've grown to over look. It's like hiding something somewhere deep. You know it's there, but unless you visually look at it, it doesn't cross your mine. Matthew's aim to run his thumb over it though has me wanting to shy away even though he can't see it. What's more defining is that it is deep enough of a scar that you can easily feel the outline of it. I hate it. No matter what anyone else says about it or what Matthew might say, it is still part of my past that I'd rather forget. If only Mark hadn't left that on my face. If only I had done better in the games...

His thumb trails away from it, but his lips find the spot immediately. It's almost enough to make me want to cry to think that even though I don't think his opinion of the scar matters, it's this little moment of love that I feel eminate from him that reminds me that whatever happens, he don't care about the little things like this. Then almost like that, his lips travel to my ears and he's once again showing me how much we need each other right now. Mentally. Physically.

"That.. is driving me crazy." I pull him closer to me as I walk backwards until I touch the wall of the shed. He has no choice but to pin me between the two opposing factors. I've set myself up and I don't care one bit. I find his lips with ease and push into him as well, using my hips to bump into him. "Character is what you are in the dark. Show me... what you are!" I deepen the kiss and bite on his lower lip before trailing a line of kisses to his ear and let my teeth nip there.