Mateo Rodriguez (elgatonegro) wrote in supernextdoor, @ 2012-07-22 22:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | 10.19.11, chloe, chloe and mateo, mateo |
Make it go away or make it better...
Who: Chloe and Mateo
What: A conversation about the events that night
When: 10.19.11 - Wednesday Evening after this
Where: Chloe's bedroom
Warnings: Teen coupley-ness. Nothing higher than PG-13.
Chloe had gone up to her room and grabbed her brush so she could settle at her desk and brush her hair. That's what she was still doing when Mateo finished his shower and came up the stairs. She heard him and smelled him before he reached her door and knocked gently on her door. "Come in," she said and once he followed that instruction, she smiled gently at him. "Feel better?" she asked him as she watched him come further into her room, her eyes on his face as she tried to gauge just how much better he felt thanks to the sparring and the shower he'd taken. She hoped that he was in a better mood, but she wasn't going to get her hopes up too much. At least he'd not be ready to pounce her or shove her against something. Maybe.
Mateo smiled hesitantly, still drying his hair with a towel. He hadn’t bothered putting his underwear back on - they were sticky with lotion, and no matter how good friends him and Xander were, he wasn’t borrowing underwear from the guy. The jeans fit, just about - though they were a little tighter than he’d like. The t-shirt, likewise, was stretched tight across his shoulders, but it’d do. “Yeah,” he murmured, crossing the room and putting his hands on her shoulders, bending to kiss her softly. “I’m sorry, Queenie,” he murmured, crouching down beside her chair. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
He looked like a wetdream, honestly. Chloe ignored that, however, because that would only lead to bad things. When he moved close to her, she put her brush down and returned the kiss, watching him as he sank into a crouch and apologized. She shook her head a little. "It's okay," she told him. "Nothing happened. You stopped when I told you to. I know what it's like to want something so bad you can't control the urge to go after it. I deal with it every time I see you."
Mateo rested his hands on her waist, leaning in for another kiss, just as soft and chaste as the last. “I know. But I nearly didn’t stop,” he admitted, looking down, away from her. “I just...I can’t control myself, when I get like that. And with you....” he shrugged, awkwardly. “It’s never been a problem before. It’s never felt this intense.” Jason had said it was because they were both weres - and from the state of his back, it didn’t go away, either. “Your dad...” He smiled wryly. “He was really good about it. Better than I expected.” He’d pretty much given Mateo his blessing, after all.
She nodded a little. "Yeah, we talked while you were in the shower. About everything. About how it's not going to get any better to control. Any of it. The feelings and all. He just wants me to be sure that I want you as much as my lioness wants you," she explained, gently brushing her fingers through his hair, pushing it back from his face. "I don't think that's the problem though," she smiled. "So in not so many words he basically said if it happens... it happens," she sighed. Which she knew was how it was going to be anyway. "I just have to wait for you to want me as much as your leopard does."
Mateo nodded. That was pretty much what Jason had said to him, too. If it happened, it happened. He just didn’t want to hurt Chloe, didn’t want her to regret it. “Me wanting you isn’t the problem, baby,” he murmured softly, reaching up to stroke her cheek. “You’re perfect. I just don’t wanna rush things.” He’d gone from barely knowing Chloe existed on Thursday, and less than a week later he was sparring with her dad, hanging out with her in her bedroom, and fighting with his best friend over her. It had all happened so quickly, he was still getting used to it.
"I don't want to rush you into anything," she told him. "I've been completely in lo-...," she breathed, halting herself before she did something stupid and frightened him off. "I've practically worshipped the ground you walk on since the second I saw you at the beginning of school. It's not me that you have to worry about rushing. It's you." She shrugged a little and tipped her forehead against his, gently brushing her nose against his. "You're not rushing me. I feel like we've been together forever and at the same time not long at all. I just...," she sighed and shook her head a little. "I don't want to scare you away. I'm terrified that I'm going to say or do something stupid and make you regret being with me."
Mateo smiled softly, ducking his head, almost shyly. “You wanna finish that first sentence again?” He said, only half-teasing. Chloe had grabbed his attention from the moment she’d spoken to him - if she’d said more than a couple of words to him earlier in the year, they would have been together a long time ago. But somehow he’d managed to spend the entire term without smelling her, without his jaguar going ‘mine!’. That had changed now. He tucked her hair behind her ears, both hands loosely cupping her face. “I’m not gonna regret anything,” he promised softly. Hell, he’d been furious with his friend just because she’d made a couple of snide comments about Chloe. “And you’re not gonna scare me away. Hell, your dad just slammed me into the floor and I’m still here.”
"I love you, okay?" she whispered, flushing a desperate shade of red as the words left her lips. "And I know that you don't love me back yet and that's fine, but if I keep holding that in I'm just going to explode and no one wants to see that I just don't want you freaking out or doing whatever it is that boys do when girls tell them that they love them and I know it's only been a couple of days, but I've been pining for you since school started so it feels like it's been forever at the same time and I'm sorry if that's weird for you or freaks you out I just do and I had to say it because I want you to know but now I'm freaking out because I don't want you to just leave and oh, god, I haven't even made this into less than one sentence." Chloe clamped her hands over her mouth and her eyes went all wide and she just stared at Mateo, fairly certain that she'd just ruined everything. Yeah, be patient, her father had told her. Patient didn't blurt out love confessions.
Mateo was kind of glad Chloe had clamped her hands over her mouth - otherwise, he’d have been tempted to. Not because he was freaked out, but because he was pretty sure she didn’t want to be saying everything that she was. He gently grasped her hands by the wrists, tugging them away from her mouth, pressing his lips against hers. “I know it’s stupid,” he whispered, “I know I’ve only been dating you for less than a week,” he kissed her again, fingertips smoothing over her cheeks, down her neck. “But I think I’m falling for you, too.” He was too much of a coward to say ‘I love you’ back, didn’t know if what he was feeling was love. But it was certainly different to anything else he’d ever felt. And he already knew he didn’t ever want to be away from Chloe. And if she could be brave enough to say it...damnit, he could too. Taking a shaky breath, he pulled back far enough to look her in the eye. “Love you, Queenie,” he whispered.
She let him pull her hands away from her mouth and closed her eyes into that kiss. It was stupid. Crazy stupid, but it didn't matter. Not to Chloe. She knew that it was fast, but her father was right. You didn't get to control who you loved or when it happened. Sometimes it just went fast. Love at first sight was surely a thing, she thought. She opened her eyes again when he said that he thought he was falling for her. That got a little smile from Chloe. It was good enough, as far as she was concerned. It was all she wanted, to know that he was at least traveling in a similar direction that she was. Then he pulled back and took that little breath and whispered that he loved her and she was pretty sure her heart stopped beating for a moment. She wasn't sure, not entirely, that he wasn't saying it just because she had, but that didn't matter. He'd said it. And he didn't seem to be lying. So she wrapped her arms around his neck and sank down from her chair to her knees before him, holding tightly to him because she was almost afraid that this was all a dream and he'd turn into a puff of smoke if she let go.
Mateo wrapped his arm around her, pulling her into his lap with a soft smile. He nuzzled at her hair, purring softly. His hands spanned her back, holding her tightly to him. He didn’t care about Darcy, about their fight. Not when he had Chloe in his arms, holding onto him like this. “Think I’ve loved you since you first spoke to me, in class,” he admitted. “The way you smelled, your lioness...” he breathed in the scent of her hair, purring again. “Think my jaguar decided before I did that you were gonna be mine.”
Chloe clung to him, her head ducking to rest against his shoulder, not caring if it was a bit of an awkward position for her. She buried her face against his neck, breathing in the smell of him. God she loved that smell. Loved the way that his voice sounded, loved that purr that rumbled through his throat. 'Mine' was such a wonderful word when it was coming from Mateo's lips. "You have no idea how relieving it is to hear you say that," she whispered. "I know it's probably stupid, but I guess I've just been waiting for myself to wake up, or for someone better to come along and snatch you away." Waiting for the other shoe to drop.
He stroked his hands through her hair, down her back, leaning his cheek against her hair, his eyes closing. She made him feel content, made him feel like he could forget about everything else that was going on, all the pressure he was under about grades, and work, and looking after Ana. “It’s not gonna happen, Queenie,” he assured her. “No one’s gonna take me away from you, I promise.” Not even Darcy. He sighed at the memory, ducking his head a little to kiss her shoulder, squeezing her gently.
"Good," she murmured softly against his neck, pulling back enough that she could catch his chin with one of her hands and tilt it up so she could kiss him. "I wouldn't let you go without a fight anyway," she promised him. "I've never felt like this about anyone before," she told him. "Ever. It's never been this...," she sighed and shrugged a little. "I don't even have a word for it," she admitted. "I just want you. In every way that a person could possibly want someone else. Maybe in more ways. I want to be with you. I want all my firsts to be with you. All of them. So when it happens," she said, biting her lower lip. "It's not going to be a mistake. I just hope it's inside so I don't freeze," she teased him.
He kissed her back, purring softly. He knew this was kind of insane, considering they were both teenagers. Knew that if anyone heard them talking like this, they’d be dismissed as stupid, dramatic teens that didn’t know what they were doing. But it didn’t make it any less real, didn’t make his feelings any less intense. “I’ll see what I can do,” he murmured, smiling as he kissed her. “I don’t see us lasting til I turn eighteen, somehow...” much as he wanted to do things right, wanted to take her away somewhere romantic...he didn’t want to wait. And while his parents might be pretty laid back, he wasn’t actually sure they’d be ok with him having sex with his girlfriend in his bedroom. Not while they were around, at least.
"I can try to wait?" she told him, though she knew that she wouldn't likely be able to promise such a thing. She wanted it to be special, but she didn't want to wait. It was difficult to try and hold in all the emotions she was feeling when the majority of her instincts, both those of her lioness and the human side of her as well, were begging to have him as soon as she could. "It doesn't matter where it is," she told him honestly, leaning in for another little kiss. "So long as it's with you, it'll be perfect."
He smiled. “Not gonna lie,” he murmured. “It’s kind of hot that you can’t resist me.” And he was just as bad with her. The urge to just give in, just take her, was always there in the back of his mind. Sometimes - like right now - it was easier to ignore than others. “I’ll see what I can do,” he promised, kissing her softly. The talk with Jason had been reassuring, had made him less scared of the way he was feeling. It was natural, to feel the way he felt around Chloe. His beast knew exactly what it wanted.
She smiled a little at his words. "I can't resist you," she assured him. "Not for long anyways." Her beast was completely infatuated with Mateo and his leopard. It wouldn't be long, she knew. It made her honestly feel better to know that at least they weren't telling themselves it couldn't happen. "I'm sort of relieved," she admitted softly. "That all of this happened because I feel like now I'm not holding everything in."
Mateo nodded, softly nuzzling her nose with his, smiling gently. “Yeah,” he murmured. “I know what you mean.” He felt better too - knowing that the way he was feeling was normal. Or at least normal as things got for weres. “But if your dad and Justice are anything to go by?” He continued, smirking just a little. “We’re gonna be spending a lot of time in long-sleeved shirts.” Because yeah, much as Jason might understand, Mateo didn’t think he wanted to see proof on either Chloe or Mateo of just how rough they were with each other.
She blushed a little and nodded. "Yeah," she agreed. "Guess I should be glad that it's going into Winter now," she told him. "At least I'll have more than one excuse when I start pulling out the turtlenecks and sweaters." She knew for a fact that there would be marks had by the both of them. It was impossible to keep herself contained most of the time and yes, if her father and Justice were anything to go by, they'd both have their share of marks. Maybe even more considering they were both younger than the other pair and perhaps slightly more flexible with Chloe's many years of Cheerleading and the like.
Grinning a little, Mateo ducked his head a little, kissing the side of her neck, the fading marks he’d left. “Mmmm, don’t want all of ‘em covered,” he admitted, purring softly. “Want everyone knowing you’re mine. Knowing exactly who you belong to.” But of course, thinking about that made him think about school, and why he’d been in such a bad mood all evening. Which led on to thinking about Darcy. Sighing, he pressed his face against her shoulder, as if he could make himself not think about it by hiding.
Chloe could feel the change in his mood and she sighed a little, sliding her fingers through his hair gently. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked him. "It might make you feel better to just get it out, ya know?" she said. "I don't want you holding it in until you explode. Look at how great that worked the last time, kitten." She wanted him to be able to talk to her about everything, even the bad parts.
Mateo purred at the slide of fingers through his hair, nodding. “Yeah,” he said, though he didn’t. Not really. But he didn’t want to keep it in, either. “We should move, though,” he murmured. “Think I’m losing circulation to my legs with these damn jeans.” Yeah, Xander and him really weren’t the same size. But it was the best option. The t-shirt was bad enough - it looked like it had been painted onto his skin. He lifted Chloe up, getting to his feet with just a little bit of a stagger, carrying her across to the bed and setting her down against the pillows. Sliding onto the bed beside her, he laid his head in her lap, sprawled across her lower body. His head brushed her hand, in a perfect position to be petted. Not that he’d thought that out beforehand, of course.
She smirked a little when he lifted her fairly easily. She chalked up the stagger to the tight jeans that he was wearing. She smiled a little as he curled up, putting his head in her lap. Gently she slid her fingers through his hair, petting him in hopes that it would make him feel a little more comfortable and make it easier for him to talk to her about what was on his mind. "So what started this whole thing?" she asked him.
Mateo’s eyes closed, and he rubbed his cheek happily against her leg for a moment before beginning to answer. He sighed, wetting his lips. “Darcy came by to see me. I was pissed off already because...” he hesitated a moment, but it wasn’t like she hadn’t heard the gossip. “Because of what people were saying in school about you, about us.” He shrugged. “She started mouthing off, calling you ‘princess’.” He turned enough to look up at her. “And not in the way I call you ‘Queenie’,” he muttered darkly. “Turns out, she was trying to hide the fact that she’s started sleeping with a family friend. Who’s like...twenty-six or something.” Matt didn’t approve. At all. “So she pissed me off by talking about you, and she pissed me off by trying to hide this thing with Tony. He’s an asshole, and she’s been in love with him since she was like, twelve.” He sighed heavily. “I really don’t like it.”
Chloe continued to let her fingers slide through his hair. "So you're mad at her for talking about me, but you can talk about him?" she asked softly, not wanting to make him more angry, but noting how he called this guy an asshole. "I don't know him," she shrugged. "I don't know if he's an asshole or not, maybe he is, but it is kinda weird that he's like... old." She scrunched her nose up a little, but it really wasn't her place to say anything about someone else's love life. She sighed and leaned down a little to kiss him. "I don't care what anyone says about me or us," she told him. "I know what really happened. And Darcy can call me whatever she wants. I'm not going anywhere."
“She doesn’t know you,” Mateo grumped, his pout easing a little when she kissed him, reaching up to stroke his fingers through her hair softly. “Tony used to babysit us. It’s creepy and weird and wrong.” He growled softly, thoroughly put out by the whole idea. Not as furious as he had been earlier, though. “She just...” he sighed. “She made me so angry. Saying shit about us, about you...” He rolled over onto his front, sliding his arm around her waist and burying his face against her stomach. “I don’t want to think about it anymore,” he mumbled.
"Maybe you don't really know him either...?" she said softly, biting her lower lip and shaking her head. "It is creepy and weird, but the more you tell her not to do something, the more she's going to want to," Chloe reminded him. "If someone tells me not to be with you because they think it's weird or creepy or wrong, it's going to make me want you even more," she explained. Not that she thought their relationship was anything close to creepy or weird or wrong. "She just doesn't know me yet," Chloe shrugged. "I'm a threat. You're her best friend and she probably thinks that I'm taking you away from her," she sighed. "And I don't mean to," she muttered. "So I'm sorry she feels that way, but she has every right to be upset if that's the reason." She stroked her fingers through his hair again, fingers gently tugging at the strands here and there. "It'll be okay," she promised.
He sighed more heavily, eyes closed. He’d lie here all night with Chloe petting him, given the opportunity. “You know pretty much every girlfriend I’ve ever had, thought that I was cheating on them with Darcy?” He admitted softly. “I love her to pieces, but I swear, she’s a pain in the ass sometimes.” And yeah, those relationships wouldn’t have lasted anyway. Didn’t make things any less awkward. He looked up at Chloe, his fingers stroking her back. “There’s never been anything between us. Never gonna be. And she’s not gonna come between us, ever.” Not if he could help it, anyway.
Chloe nodded a little. "You guys are just really close," she shrugged. "So yeah, I thought you might have been an item, but I like to think that you care enough about me that you're not going to cheat on me," she sighed. She really didn't want to think about him cheating on her, it made her stomach churn and her heart ache. It made her feel better that he was telling her that Darcy would never come between them but at the same time she felt a little badly. "I wouldn't ask you to choose between us," she told him. "If our relationship is causing so much friction... I... I don't want to be the reason that your friendship is on the rocks with Darcy. She was here way before I was."
Mateo shook his head. “We’ll be talking again in a couple days. We do this.” He smiled. “Her mom jokes it because cats and birds aren’t supposed to be friends.” Because yeah, they were an unlikely pair of friends. He sat up, cupping Chloe’s face gently, stroking her cheek. “You don’t need to ask, Queenie,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss her softly. “There’s no choice, ok? If she’s really my friend, she’ll get over herself and accept you.” Because him and Chloe weren’t going anywhere.
She sighed a little, but nodded all the same. She didn't want it to come down to a choice, and luckily he said it wouldn't. She returned the kiss and gave a little smile. "It'll be okay," she murmured. "I'm not going anywhere anyways, she'll just have to get used to me." Maybe she'd make an effort to become Darcy's friend. Eventually. For now she just wanted to focus on Mateo and how good those kisses felt.