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She had finally been able to admit it to herself; it is fact, that she, Alex Kingston, has some sort of burning desire for her lovely young co-star Matt Smith. She’d admitted it and then hid it away in a box, buried deep at the back of her mind; left to gather dust and never be thought upon again. Until the bottle landed on her.
It’s Karen’s birthday and she had decided to throw a lavish party; as is one’s prerogative when they turn twenty-five. The evening had been splendid; every guest dressed to the nines; the hall grandly decorated; the hostess, of course looking as gorgeous as ever. Oh to be young and beautiful and carefree again, Alex thought.
The night had inevitably led to the four co-stars, plus a few remaining friends of Karen’s, heading back to her flat for drinking games; intended to carry them through to the morning. Alex of course had wanted to leave and made every excuse in the book to her dear friend, but Karen’s fingers around her wrist, or arm around her waist refused to yield and Alex kept finding herself promising ‘one last game’.
She felt old among the group of young friends. Everyone else sprawled across Karen’s flat was in their twenties; she is almost fifty. She felt embarrassed and out of place, and no matter how much Karen, Arthur and even Matt tried to console her she still believed they would have much more fun without her.
She’d had plenty to drink and decided now, at three-thirty-two in the morning, would be a good time to make her escape and leave the youngsters to enjoy themselves. She was definitely no longer cut out for this, and although she was an expert at holding her liquor, tiredness was creeping in and causing the alcohol to have more of an effect on her. Karen insisted she stay for just one round of their next game and again she found herself surrendering.
‘Spin the bottle’ Karen had announced in her loud, slurred, Scottish brogue; followed by groans and cheers alike. ‘I’ll go first.’ The bottle had landed on one of her female friends and she hesitated for a split second before pouncing on the poor girl. ‘You’re next Matt’.
Alex held her breath as he span the bottle and it rolled slightly as it came to a stand-still; and Alex’s heart skipped a beat. The bottle landed on her.
Her eyes flick up to his as he stares at her. The seconds tick by and he doesn’t move. She realises then that she should have left the party hours ago, when instinct had kicked in and told her to get out before it is too late. But now it is. The bottle has landed on her and there is no way she would ever expect Matt to want to kiss her. So, mortified as she is, she decides to help him out of his little predicament without causing too much humiliation.
She gulps audibly and averts her gaze. “It’s alright Matt, you don’t have to ... you can spin it again.” She makes to get up and leave, “I should go,” heading for the door of Karen’s flat, when he leaps into action; striding across the room to her in four steps and pushing her roughly against the wall as he kisses her.
She squeaks in surprise and gasps as her back hits the wall, barely able to register what’s happening before he pulls back, looking down at her, panting. A small smile creeps across his face and Karen wolf whistles in the background as people begin to whisper.
She just stares at him in shock, unable to move until he quirks an eyebrow at her and she flees from the circle of his arms to Karen’s bathroom. She can barely breathe. She splashes cold water on her face and runs her wrists under the tap in an attempt to cool the boiling blood rushing through her veins. Oh god, oh god, she thinks, ashamed of her silly emotions getting in the way of a stupid drinking game. He had kissed her and she hadn’t been able to respond one bit, she’d just stood there; frozen in shock. But why had he kissed her? She gave him a way out, she was leaving; he could have just spun the bottle again and kissed any of the stunning young girls in the room. But he’d kissed her.
She looks up at herself in the mirror, trying to calm her breathing when she hears a sharp ‘rat-a-tat-tat’ on the door and whips her head round in horror to see Matt enter; closing the door behind him before leaning back against it.
“M-Matt...?” She mentally curses herself for stuttering.
“Alex,” he narrows his eyes at her, “Are you alright?”
“Y-yes! Of course. W-why wouldn’t I be?” Shit, calm down for goodness sakes; it’s only Matt. But that’s exactly the problem; wonderful, kind Matt, who she has a secret crush on, had just kissed her, albeit for a game, and is now in Karen’s bathroom with her.
“You just rushed off in a bit of a hurry,” he considers her, voice low and calm.
“I-I-I ...” she shakes her head as she attempts to create a coherent thought.
She hears the lock of the door click behind him and her eyes widen as he pushes himself away from it and towards her. Karen’s flat is tiny, as is her bathroom, and he is on her within two steps; resting his hands lightly on her waist and looking down at her the exact same way as he had just a moment ago. He gently backs her into the wall opposite and she inhales sharply before he bends his head and kisses her again.
Her hands fly up to his chest and she shoves him away gently.
“What are you doing?” She breathes.
“Kissing you,” he replies matter-of-factly.
“Why? Y-you already...”
He cuts her off with his lips on hers and she whimpers, wrapping her arms up around his neck.
“Because I want to,” he states as they part, “is that such a crime?”
“N-no ...” she shakes her head. “But I ... I don’t understand why...”
He interrupts her again and giggles at her protest as she pulls back from him.
“Stop. Wait ... I don’t understand why you would want to.”
“Because I fancy the pants off you, Kingston, have done for a long time. Now shut up and let me kiss you.”
She loses the ability to argue after that. His mouth devours hers and she kisses him back with just as much conviction. She fleetingly wonders what everyone else at the party thinks is happening. They had obviously seen her run off toward the bathroom and had most probably seen Matt go after her. Now they are both locked in there, together, and kissing, again, and ... and ... oh god he feels so good, who cares what anybody else thinks.
His tongue explores her mouth and she hums in contentment. Her hands move to his hair and she rakes her fingers across his scalp as he buries one of his in her curls. Her lungs burning from lack of oxygen, she pulls away to breathe; gasping and giggling as his mouth descends to nip and kiss at her neck and collar bone.
He untangles his hand from her hair and skims it down her side before his fingers dance along her thighs over her dress. She is suddenly very wary of his hand and its intentions and as it dips under the hem of her skirt to stroke her inner thigh she gasps and comes to her senses.
“No, Matt, stop.” She yanks his hand away. “You’re drunk.”
“I’ve had less to drink than you, Kingston, and I know you’re not drunk.” She shakes her head in denial. “Tipsy, maybe; but you can handle your drink better than you give yourself credit for, Alex.” He clasps her hands in his and raises them, holding both her dainty wrists in one hand above her head; swallowing her weak protests. She moans against his lips in anticipation as his other hand travels down her body and finds its way under her skirt again, stroking up her thigh; obvious destination in mind.
She may not be drunk from alcohol, but she is definitely drunk on him. Her head spins as his fingers skate delicately over her knickers, before returning to press firmly against her core. Her breath stutters and, to her bewilderment, her legs part for him.
“You are so beautiful, Alex,” he breathes beside her ear, sending a thrill down her spine and liquid heat to pool between her legs.
She whimpers as he nips her neck and his fingers pull her knickers aside. His grasp on her wrists is not tight enough to hurt, but she is unable to move them; wanting nothing more than to bury her hands in his hair. He smirks against her skin as he realises her struggle and promptly slips his fingers inside the fabric, stroking through her wetness.
“Oh god, Matt,” she pants; her mind confused. She likes Matt, a lot, she always has, and she can’t deny that she has thought about this moment many times; not exactly how one imagined it, but close enough. But then she never thought Matt would ever reciprocate her feelings. Perhaps he doesn’t, maybe this is pity sex...
“Oh, Alex,” his voice is low and gravelly in her ear, “you are so wet.”
Distracted from her thoughts, Alex moans as his middle finger flicks over her clit, and then circles her entrance. “Yes,” she agrees breathily, before remembering the ‘pity sex’ thing; no matter how much she may want him, she doesn’t want that. “No!”
He chuckles lightly. “Is that ‘yes’ or ‘no’?” He questions gently, looking down into her eyes as if he can see into her very soul and pressing the pad of his finger more firmly against her as he moves.
“Oh god,” she shakes her head as her body and voice betray her, “Yes. Yes, Matt, please yes.”
His eyes darken instantly. Taking her words as permission, Matt pushes his finger inside her, groaning at her tightness, as she gasps. His eyes are still on her as the pleasure washes over her and she feels open and vulnerable but also treasured under his gaze; she trusts Matt as a friend and colleague, this is just a new level of trust.
His lips claim hers again as he starts to move his hand inside her. He releases her wrists and runs his other hand down her side, brushing over her breast and dipping into the curve of her waist before skimming across her hips and down her thigh to the inside of her knee; lifting it so that her leg hooks over his hip.
She throws her head back in pleasure as he is able to reach deeper inside her at the new angle. “More,” she pants, “please Matt,” and he swiftly adds another finger. Hands finally free, she wastes no time in curling her fingers into his hair; pulling him down to kiss her again.
His hand moves fast and she moans into his mouth in delight. It’s been so long since she has had anyone’s fingers but her own inside her, that she feels herself hurtling toward her climax already.
Matt leans his body into her more, so his hand is trapped between them but still able to move and she whimpers as his arousal presses insistently against her inner thigh, feeling another rush of liquid heat as he tugs on her lower lip.
“Come for me, Alex,” he whispers in her ear, pulling back slightly to gaze down at her again. And as he crooks his fingers inside her and presses his thumb against her clit; she does; eyes shooting wide before they roll back in pleasure; her mouth open, and Matt catches her lips before her cries can leave them; kissing her languidly through her orgasm.
He waits for her to come down from her high before removing his hand and bringing it to his mouth. She watches, trying to catch her breath, slumped against the wall; as he licks her essence from his fingers.
“I’m so glad the bottle landed on you,” he comments, smirking as he backs toward the bathroom door.
Alex can’t think, let alone register the fact that he just fucked her with his fingers, in Karen’s bathroom; and now he looks like he is leaving. She swallows hard, attempting to get her breathing under control. What was that? That wasn’t it was it? Surely it wasn’t just a one-off. She can’t be sure that it wasn’t just a pity fuck and that they are never going to do that again, but she sincerely hopes they do; and more. Putting all her insecurities aside; she has to ask.
“Is that all?” She hates how tiny her voice is, how desperate she sounds.
By this time he has unlocked the door and is walking through it. He pauses and turns back to her, hand resting on the door knob. “I hope not,” he smiles. Then he winks and is gone.
Alex is left in Karen’s bathroom; hair a mess, lips swollen, skirt around her waist, having just experienced a most amazing orgasm from one of her best friends; and as she glances in the mirror again she believes she looks, and feels, better than she has done in years.