I ask no beg for more Matthew content from you BUT only if you'd like to I'm not gonna be pushy abt it ofc. I just really love the adorable bean of a person he is and how you write him ( ◜‿◝ )♡
Well, if you're begging, how can I say no? Haha, how about the first time MC and Matthew kiss? There's references to other events but it shouldn't be too confusing! Enjoy! @sleepytea-and-warmhugs
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Matthew could feel the wine starting to go to his head, the red hot blush on his face a dead giveaway, but it was going down like nectar and he knew he wouldn't be able to convince himself to stop until the bottle was empty.
He'd never even held such an expensive bottle of wine before, but you had pulled it out when he had arrived earlier with a throwaway line about it being a gift from a client that you hadn't got around to yet and he hadn't been able to resist accepting a glass. Or three.
"Thank you for coming tonight," you said suddenly, voice low and in keeping with the relaxed and hazy atmosphere. Matthew looked up and felt like his breath had been stolen as he watched the lights from the city reflect off of your face through the window. You were so beautiful.
"I- Of course," Matthew replied, feeling tongue tied.
"I was nervous when I asked you," you admitted, swirling your wine glass and avoiding his eyes. "I thought you'd say no."
Matthew brain felt like it was malfunctioning. You were nervous? The person he'd seen effortlessly deflect over eager colleagues at the restaurant last week, the person who helped run such a massive company effortlessly, the person who own such a penthouse flat that looked like it was from a film? You were nervous to ask him? Him. Matthew.
"I don't understand," he whispered and you looked up to meet his eyes. "Why would you be nervous to speak to me? You're so amazing, the most amazing person I've ever met and I'm just... me."
You looked as confused as Matthew felt.
"You're like the sun, Matthew," you murmured, looking at him like he was something to cherish, to worship even. "No matter how much I tried to move away from you, I just kept getting drawn in, over and over again. You don't understand how special you are."
"I'm not special," Matthew denied immediately. "I don't-"
"But you are," you moved closer to him, abandoning your wine glass on the coffee table and gently tucking a lock of hair behind his ear. "When I took you home with me that first night, you were babbling away the whole time, you probably don't remember."
Matthew's blush intensified, because no, he didn't.
"But you were so... funny! So unapologetic is the way you were speaking to me and it was so refreshing, addicting even. After everything, I felt sad to leave for work the next day, knowing that you'd be gone by the time I got back and that I'd never get to know you without the alcohol as a buffer.
"I put your number into my phone, telling myself over and over that it was just to check up to make sure you got home safely, but I'll admit it was almost a relief when I found your locket on the bedside table. I had a reason to see you again and that felt like the most precious gift I'd ever received."
Matthew blinked at you, unable to process what you were saying. He didn't know how to feel, other than the urge he felt to drag your hand back to his face. He wanted to be close to you and the desire almost burnt him.
"I lied when I said my business partner cancelled on me that day in the restaurant," you admitted, looking away for the first time in a while. "I was desperate to get you to stay and eat with me, to get to know you, so when you said you were going to pick up your locket, I rushed to the nearest restaurant so you would meet me there and then lied about the meeting being cancelled so you would take pity on me and stay."
"I thought you pitied me," Matthew blurt out suddenly, overwhelmed by the information he was hearing. "I thought- after that night on my birthday you felt sorry for me, enough to pay for my dinner at that restaurant, enough to give me a lift home when you found me in the rain yesterday... I didn't think-"
"How could I ever pity someone as strong as you?" you asked, running a finger over his cheek. Matthew shivered, tremors running down his body. "When I got to know you, I realised how much you've been through, how much-"
"How much I've suffered?"
"How much you've survived," you finished, still stroking his cheek. "You raised your siblings, dealt with immense grief, studied for university, left home with no help, almost finished your degree, no money and no one to help you. Matthew, I have never even peeled a potato by myself. I have been bailed out and supported by my parents' money my whole life. How could someone like me, ever pity someone as strong as you?"
Matthew couldn't help the single tear that escaped his eye and rolled down his cheek. You wiped it away tenderly.
"Why are you doing this to me?" he whispered hoarsely. "I don't deserve this, all these fancy dinners, and rides in your fancy car and-"
"Wrong," you corrected. "You deserve the world and I want to be the one to give it to you."
Slowly you inched your face closer to his, until your breaths were mingling, eyes darting around his face for any sign of rejection. Finding none, you pushed forward and pressed your lips against his.
The haze that fogged Matthew's brain was stronger than any wine could ever produce. Your lips were against his. Your hands were cradling his face. You were kissing him.
Emboldened by the wine, he allowed his lips to gently fall open, eyes fluttering shut at the pleased noise you made in return. His stomach clenched and the whole room was suddenly too hot and yet not hot enough.
It ended too quickly.
You pulled away from him slightly, disconnecting your lips, and it was everything Matthew could do to avoid whining in discontent at the loss of contact.
"Matthew," you whispered lowly.
"Hmm?"
"I really like you," you admitted. Matthew could barely focus on your words when your eyes were right there in front of him reflecting the moonlight and your lips were there too, begging to be kissed again... "And I want to do things properly. Will you go on a date with me? A proper one this time with no lies and no getting caught in the rain and definitely no crying."
Matthew let out a little shaky laugh, but he knew what his answer was going to be.
"I'd love to," he said, and then, emboldened by the wine he added, "But only if you kiss me again."
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