Matt held Rose close. Gently but firm at the same time as if she might simply fall apart if he didn't continue to maintain her support. He didn't ask her questions, he didn't really want to just then. She would tell him when she was ready and he had no business forcing anything out of her. He could hear the way her heart was beating, rhythmic and quick. It gave him flashes of her, flashes of the way he imagined her skin would be, the angle of her jaw and the curve of her cheeks. He could smell the strawberry of her shampoo in her hair.
The way she curled herself in to him and the way she held him in her grasp...
"That's what microwaves are for," Matt replied softly. If she didn't want to move he wouldn't make her. Honestly, he would have held her until the end of time if that was what it took to make her happy. Her happiness was all he wanted.
Matt closed his eyes and ran his palms gently over her back, kneading comforting circles against the curve of muscle. Taking her in with all of the senses was something he enjoyed, and it was something he did only with her.