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Matthew was a mess. Standing in that shower, waiting for the nightmares and pain to be washed away, he could only wonder when or if it would ever stop. He couldn’t keep going through this hell every time he closed his eyes. Back in the armed forces, Matthew had been told about special counselors or services to help with the burden of war. He never really listened. Now, it was coming back to bite him in the ass. He wasn’t the same with PTSD, and he didn’t necessarily want Elizabeth to see him the way he was. He just wished life was easier. Matthew went through all the smoke and grenades and gunshots. Why couldn’t it end at that?
With one last sigh, Matthew shut off the water and pulled on something to cover himself before returning to bed. Elizabeth had gone off to do something around the house, so he just sat there, back against the pillows and headboard. Running a hand through his hair, Matthew didn’t know what he should do. Then, he thought about the person he woke up next to. He thought about the feel of her kiss and the soft touch of her hand. Then, a light bulb went off. He needed to lean into her. Matthew needed someone to share his problems with rather than carrying them all himself. Little did he know, she was just downstairs cooking a surprise up for him to feel better as he was recuperating himself.
Elizabeth was an intelligent woman. She was not ignorant to the harshness of war and the effects that it could have on the soundest of minds but simply knowing that things could be hard for those returning from war didn’t necessarily mean that she understood how he felt. How could she? She had no been to war, not that she would be allowed in any other capacity besides a nurse and her father certainly wouldn’t have let that happen regardless of her desire to try and help in some way. He wouldn’t even let her contribute to the war effort at home, claiming that it was not a woman’s place to help a man but a man’s place to protect the women of the country and they would have to do that with one less helping hand in the factories or in the fields.
She couldn’t read the expression upon his face but it was clear that he was struggling and she doubted that his proud would allow him to admit such a thing. He pulled his hand from hers and he removed himself from the room to shower off the nightmares of war and she let him go without another word, not wanting to seem overbearing or like she knew how to help him because she didn’t. The only thing she could do in that moment was climb out of bed and make breakfast, with only his shirt covering her. She hoped that Elaine wouldn’t come down to the kitchen while she cooked.
She busied herself with whatever she could find, finding enough ingredients to make pancakes which she enjoyed making and it had been so long that she decided that was the best option. If they cooked in time she planned on taking them upstairs for breakfast in bed but it all depended on how long Matthew would stay in the shower.
His chest was heaving, and he couldn’t shake the banging sound from his mind. It was all too real. He’d been thrown back into the atmosphere of war as soon as he drifted to sleep. This had happened before... Elizabeth laying next to him did make him feel safer, but the nightmares didn’t care. Matthew breathed it out, running his hands through his hair and trying to wake up. Elizabeth’s presence was made known to him when she placed a flaming hand on his cheek and assured him that it was okay because he wasn’t in war. As she pulled him to her and kissed him, Matthew started to relax some. She was right. He wasn’t in danger. Matthew looked at her as she spoke sweetly to him. She was trying to help, but she didn’t know what he was going through truly. He’d have to let it subside by itself.
Bringing his hand from hers, Matthew slowly stood from the bed. [b “I just need a shower.”] Stepping off towards the bathroom, Matthew stripped his clothes and stepped into a hot shower. Leaning his hands against the wall, he let the water fall over every trace of his muscle and scars. Matthew closes his eyes, leaning his head against the cool tile of the wall. Breathing in and out, he tried to expel the memory from his mind. He finally had what he always wanted... He had Elizabeth, and they would be married soon enough. But that was where he worried. In the time without her, he read about what nightmares after war meant. Maybe he needed help. What if he hurt her as a result of all this? He wouldn’t stand for it.
So, he stood there in the middle of the shower, contemplating what he could do about it all. He saw the look on her face. She was trying to calm him, but it couldn’t have been easy. Elizabeth has no idea how bad it could get sometimes, and he didn’t want her to know. He would stay there in the same place in the shower for longer than normal, processing and thinking.
Elizabeth had found it so easy to fall asleep in Matthew’s arms. This is what she wanted for the rest of her life and she truly believed that she would have him in her life for the rest of it. Soon they would be married and maybe one day they would start a family of their own. It was incredible to think that fate had brought them together and if she hadn’t had been here today, everything would be so different. She would be there for him every single day no matter what and that included through the nightmares that he seemed to be having.
Elizabeth woke instantly, feeling him bolt upright in the bed. She pushed back on her hands so that she could sit up and she glanced over him, noticing the thick layer of sweat that seemed to have formed over his head and his chest. It sounded as though he was having a panic attack of some sort. She knew that this was likely to do with the war, knowing that many soldiers suffered with images of war after they returned. It couldn’t have been easy and she could hardly imagine that things that he had seen while he was away from her.
She reached out to flick on the lamp on the bedside table as placed a hand on his cheek. [b “Hey…Matthew it’s alright. I’m right here. You’re right here.”] Elizabeth took his hand with her free hand and leaned forward to kiss him gently, not wanting to spook him further. [b “It was a dream my love. It’s over...”] She spoke softly and soothed him as best she could, not knowing if she would be able to help him at all.
Matthew breathed a sigh of relief as she admitted he hadn’t hurt her. He didn’t know what he’d do if he had. Certainly, he would’ve been much more careful. Matthew had always been afraid he would break her in bed due to their sheer size difference, and he cared for her too much to risk that. The heat of the passion took him over before he realized he may have been too rough although he did enjoy exploring new things with his now fiancé and a frisky fiancé at that. Matthew reveled in the sight of his woman wrapped in his clothes, the shirt hanging just over her bottom. She looked really damn good in his clothes as she did in anything... [i Or without anything.] It filled Matthew with a pride, seeing her walking around in his shirt as a mark of their intimacy.
[b “Always tell me if you are ever uncomfortable.”] He spoke as she took his hand. They found something to cook dinner together with, but Matthew was distracted most times trying to kiss her or touch her. They were in that wonderful honeymoon phase where all he wanted was to lounge in bed full days with her and never leave except for food or water. All he wanted was to touch her and kiss her all over and back again until he knew every curve and crevice and hidden pleasure point. They had time for that very soon.
They are and talked as they enjoyed each other on the living room floor, concerned about nothing in particular. Life was finally looking up again. There was no war and no Mr. Stone and no Andrew. It was just the two of them as it always should have been. Matthew kissed Elizabeth before they slept, his hand intertwined in hers over his heart as she cuddled into him, providing a warmth that he’d never quite felt before. No longer did he feel alone. He’d murmured sweet nothings and I love you’s to the top of her head before drifting to sleep.
Before long, he was launched into the same setting of the accident. Adam was there as well as the eerie calm as trucks drove by with supplies. As soon as the German soldier erupted from the corner of the wall, Matthew wanted to scream at Adam to get down, but it was like sound was muted. Until the gun was fired and a bullet hit Adam then hit him. Jolting up, Matthew was sweating profusely and breathing heavily. He couldn’t control the occurrence of such nightmares, even if Elizabeth was with him it seemed.
Elizabeth has never been so happy in her life. Everything felt right now that she was reunited with Matthew and in some ways she had Elaine to thank for this because she never would have come back to take things from the house if she hadn’t have written and told her than the house seemed to be empty all time. She would have been in her workshop crafting her next project, completely ignorant to the fact that her father had died because they wouldn’t have been able to locate her if they came looking for her before then.
She looked up then, when he has about whether he hurt her. Of course he had no used such force before it even taken her from such a position so he was concerned that he had hurt her. At first it hurt a little but the pleasure far outweighed the pain and she couldn’t bring herself to tell him that because he would worry and be more cautious next time and she didn’t want that. Elizabeth kissed him and shook her head. [b “Of course you didn’t my love.”]
She accepted his shirt and put it on, rather liking the feel of the material against her skin and the smell of him wrapped up in it. She would glad to know that Elaine wasn’t home and she was quick to move forward and take his hand. When they were in the kitchen they danced around each other cooking something for their dinner and eating it on the floor of the living room before going to bed one more, this time to sleep since tomorrow was likely to be a tough day. When they were cuddled up in bed she kissed him one last time. This would be the first time she had fallen asleep in his arms and it was strange how quickly sleep seemed to be taking effect. Elizabeth yawned and shuffled into him and fell asleep quicker than she had ever fallen asleep.
Matthew had always been so gentle with Elizabeth, fearing her fragility and naïveté. This time, something came over him that demanded more. Maybe it was the way she took him so confidently... It made him want to reassert his dominance, taking control of her in a way that showed he was hers as she was his. They both had their turns gyrating with each other, releasing all kinds of love and sexual frustrations. Matthew lost himself in the moment, knowing they’d never tried the position he flipped her into. As soon as the moment subsided, their bodies locked together in pure love and lust, Matthew fell, spent on the bed next to her. They’d been loud... He just hoped Elaine wasn’t home. He would be eternally embarrassed if she’d heard.
They’d essentially gone to town on each other, and it wasn’t a quiet affair. Matthew came off the high of their love, smiling to himself at just how many times she experienced it. It was just what he wanted... Laughing, Matthew places a hand on her back, kissing her as passionately and lovingly as possible. [b “I’m nothing compared to you... you know what you do to me.”] Matthew was still catching his breath as he placed a gentle kiss on her nose. [b “About the whole... you know. Did I hurt you at all? I know we haven’t...”] Matthew trailed off, slowly sitting up and handing her his shirt to cover up as he pulled up his trousers.
[b “Wait here until the coast is clear.”] Matthew slowly crept to his door, shirtless as he peeked out through the house. Elaine wasn’t home, thankfully... Waving Elizabeth over, he headed to the kitchen to find something to make. [b “Let’s cook something... I may need your guidance.”]
Elizabeth had never experienced such passion before with Matthew. He had always bee so careful, almost as though she might break but there was something about this time that seemed to be closer to the edge of him wanting to dominate her completely, claiming her entirely as his own. It surprised her when he flipped her over and took her from a new position that they hadn’t tried before and while she was initially nervous and embarrassed by it, it wasn’t long before she was moaning and ready to reach another orgasm.
The two stayed locked together in love and desire until Elizabeth finally collapsed onto the bed, almost unable to catch her breath. She didn’t even want to think about whether Elaine had been in or came home during their session because she would be completely mortified and unable to face her if she had heard that, although there was pretty much a guarantee that she would have heard if she had been in the house.
The two had even skipped dinner, not wanted to let the other go but now that she was catching her breath and coming back down from the high he had given her several times that night she couldn’t help but realise it. [b “I’m starving!”] She said after a minute, giggling as she rolled over to kiss him gently. [b “You certainly know how to work up an appetite.”]
Elizabeth was becoming more and more assertive each time. She pulled his large body behind her as fast as it would go, closing his bedroom door behind her. At that point, he wasn’t even thinking about Elaine or if she was home. He just wanted to be inside her... Closing his eyes, Matthew felt her lips on his, painting her love and desperation for him. His breathing grew more labored as he repeated the same strong emotion-filled kisses, pressing his lips harder against hers. His hands pressed her body flush against his, hands already wishing to rip her body free of the fabric it was encased in. As her hands worked his off, Matthew helped her rid himself of all clothing. His shirt found itself somewhere in the room, and his pants occupied another pile.
Matthew looked at her with lust then, ripping off the rest of her clothes. He wanted nothing between them but skin. Matthew continued kissing over her ear and neck as he removed her clothes. [b “I love you so damn much..”] Matthew worded with love and lust. Then, Elizabeth pushed him backwards on the bed and straddled him, causing heat to rush all over Matthew’s body. Just the sight of her and what she’d done sent Matthew’s body into overdrive. He needed her in a primal way. His hands went to her hair as she kissed him passionately, tugging slightly before resting on her hips. A moan erupted from his lips as he felt her taking him inside her. [i “Damn Elizabeth...”]
Matthew felt all over her body as she rode him, kissing her with each move of her body on top of him. He matched her bounces with thrusts, the sound of their love filling the room. Time melted away as he let pleasure take over. An orgasm found them both with her body writhing desperately on top of his. Before long, Matthew flipped her over. She unlocked something inside him that he couldn’t release. Taking her from behind, he moved in a rougher style, wanting to satisfy their lust as he continued. He wouldn’t stop until they were completely spent.
Elizabeth needed this. She needed Matthew to work passed the fact that she had lost her father because honestly, she felt like she had gained so much more and that was what she wanted to focus on, although she was also grateful that he had been so thoughtful. He was a gentleman and far better than any other she had met. Most of the men that she father had associated with, Andrew being just one of them, liked to think that they were gentlemen when in reality they were snobs and nothing more, not really caring about anything it their reputations.
Elizabeth smiled and took his hand, leading him to the room where they would spend as much time as they could making love to each other. Of course Elizabeth was still inexperienced and still felt nervous when the time came fir them to share themselves with each other but Matthew was always so careful to ensure that he pleasured her in every way.
She closed the door behind them and pulled him towards the bed as she kissed him, pouring in her need and desperation for him. It wasn’t long before she was working off his clothes and then working on hers, wanting them both to be naked as quickly as possible so nothing delayed them in their love making. [b “I want this forever. I love you Matthew.”] Those words were not new. She had told him this before but she still felt like she needed to say it. With that she gently pushed him onto the bed and then took her position in his lap, not hesitated for another moment before she kissed him again, passionately and desperately until she could wait not longer to take him inside her.
It could have been hours for all she knew but she relished in him for as long as she possibly could, kissing him with every movement while they both worked to their orgasm and then they continued even after that until it grew dark outside. Nothing would pull her away from him, and even now she would make love with him until they were both spent.
[i “This is our time now Matthew and I want to keep it that way.”] Then, she kissed him passionately, proving all her words with her lips. Matthew would have been a fool to say no. [i “I remember the way to your room. I can lead you there if you like?”] Grinning at the banter, Matthew swatted her bottom carefully and then kissed her hotly once, sucking then pulling at her bottom lip. In a deep whisper, he spoke, [b “Show me the way, gorgeous.”] With that, Matthew held out his hand for her, allowing her to take him to his room and show him just how she wanted to be loved.
Matthew wanted nothing more than to worship that beautifully made body. He wanted to explore everything that made her tick, and he was certain she wanted the same. Matthew wanted every time they made love to share the same passion and pleasure for her that was inside. He knew she was still learning about making love and how exactly to do it, but he was willing to practice as many times as she wished.
If there was one thing to be said about Matthew it would be about how thoughtful and caring he seemed to be when it came to Elizabeth. She had no doubt at all that he would move the heavens and Earth to be with her and make sure she was happy and knowing that he would be willing was more than enough for her. Elizabeth never cared about wealth or status and it was clear that Matthew didn’t either because they might never have found each other if he did. He could have had a preconceived opinion about her if he knew anything about her father before they met.
Sex was just another thing Elizabeth hadn’t thought of before meeting Matthew. She had never felt such fire and passion for another and she certainly hadn’t felt that sex was such a big deal but simply being near Matthew made her want him in ways she could never have imagined. Even the way his hand moved from her hand to her waist left a trail of burning desire in it’s path.
[b “I’m certain. I don’t want to let him have any more influence over how I feel or what I do with my life. This is our time now Matthew and I want to keep it that way.”] She stepped closer to him then, kissing him passionately. [b “I remember the way to your room. I can lead you there if you like?”] She smirked playfully once more.
Matthew felt Elizabeth taking his hand in her own again and then speaking seductively. [i “Or... we could go to your room and finish what we started.”] Matthew cursed inwardly. Elizabeth knew what she wanted when it came to him, and she was getting more and more confident in voicing her desires. Of course, Matthew wanted to take her to his room and explore and love and taste her... She was literally asking for it. Flashbacks of the way she looked under him in all her glory, their bodies rhythmically moving together, caused Matthew to feel some heat increasing in his body. Elizabeth was smiling up at him, enticing him forward.
Matthew bit his bottom lip once then removed his hand from hers and put it on her side. [b “I want to. I really, really, want to... but are you certain? You were crying just a moment ago about your father and all. I don’t want that to kill the mood or cause you to regret anything...”] Matthew was just rambling then, trying to find some shred of will to hold himself back from her. He definitely didn’t want to take advantage of her in a sad time. Matthew just wanted her to be certain.
In Elizabeth’s mind, they had waited long enough that she wasn’t really prepared to wait much longer. She wanted to be with him and nothing would get in the way of that now and in her mind she had already decided that as soon as they got tomorrow out of the way, she would wanted to start planning their wedding. It was something that excited her more than she could have ever imagined, knowing that she wasn’t exactly the kind of person to be interested by such affairs. She figured Helen would laugh at her when she told her that she was getting married, knowing that she would say ‘I told you so’ more than once.
Elizabeth stood with Matthew as he gently pulled her to her feet and watched as he closed the distance between them and melted into his kiss when he briefly passed his lips over hers and then moved them to kiss her jaw and her neck. He certainly knew how to drive a woman crazy and she couldn’t help but allow her eyes to close as he continued to trail kisses and whisper words towards her. It was amazing to her, how much she wanted him with something as simple as a kiss and she could tell by looking at him, just how much he felt the same way but he was forcing himself away from her, clearly trying to behave.
Elizabeth followed him then, taking hold of his hand so that he could no longer walk away. [b “Or... we could go to your room and finish what we started.”] She smiled a little. She was sad about her father’s death but she wasn’t about to let that put a halt on things for them. Elizabeth loves him and wanted to show him that in every way possible.
Everything about Elizabeth’s face and voice indicated her exhaustion. So much had happened that day, and he knew he would never forget it. They were reunited, he proposed again and she accepted, they made love for the first time in eighteen long months, and her father died. Retrieving her cup from the table, Matthew put it up before returning to take her hand in his and lift her to standing. [b “Whenever you wish. We do not have to rush if you need to work through all that’s happened. I’m sure Elaine will push me to the altar as fast as possible.”] Matthew laughed, never even thinking about being married a while ago and now here he was.
Grinning at the jab to society Elizabeth made, Matthew stepped closer and wrapped both arms around his woman. Leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to her lips then trailed kisses over her jaw line to her ear and whispered into it, [b “Let them talk...”] Matthew smiled then and placed some kisses down to her neck before pulling back with all of his will. He wanted her still, so badly he felt like he might burst, but she was dealing with grief. Looking into her eyes with the way he was feeling, Elizabeth would see it a moment before he headed off to the hallway. [b “You may borrow some of Elaine’s clothes if you wish. I’m sure she won’t mind.”]
Matthew tried to calm himself. He needed to be comforting in this moment, but damn did she make it hard. Matthew wanted nothing more than to start their life together like they deserved for way too long now. However, he knew there were still steps to be taken.
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