Board Thread:Ships/@comment-4199666-20130302072859

Okay, so this is a fanfic I wrote for this beautiful pairing of Matt and Lian bc they have so much UST and just a notice to you guys, it get's pretty "mature" at the end but it's mostly just making out.

It was about three-thirty in the afternoon when I finally arrived at Bec's party. Getting off work had been a royal disaster, and the fact that I ran into the very epitome of all things bitch, only known to me as "Red," I was already feeling rundown and ready to get home. Parties aren't really my thing, even if it was for Bec, but I figured I could just stay around for an hour, have a beer or two and head home. And then I saw her, getting out of a car with some other tall dark-haired guy. It was a public park, so I suppose it made sense that anyone could be here, but I seemed to be running into Red everywhere I went lately and it was getting really annoying.

She starts walking towards Bec, with this guy, and then I notice he's carrying a gift bag and that they're actually here for Bec, which makes no sense because Bec doesn't even know Red. I sigh as I walk over to Bec, just desperately begging that Red doesn't notice me too, and then I hear her deafeningly shrill voice drumming out "Oh, yay! Matt's here!" in a level of sarcasm that could only be reached when the conversation involved the two of us. I sigh as I try to pretend I didn't hear it, and walk over to the coolers, picking up a bottle of Heineken and twisting off the cap. As I turn around, I notice she's standing next to me. "Wow, you must really like running into me," she smirks. Yeah, because out of everyone I could have run into, I really wanted it to be her. "Always a pleasure," I returned, taking a mouthful of beer in the hopes that she might somehow become more tolerable. "I see you haven't fixed your face yet, it looks horrible as always."

"I could say the same to you," she smiles again, then takes my beer out of her hand and takes a mouthful of it, swallows it and then pulls a disgusted face. "Oh, god. What is that crap?"

"It's called beer. Are you even old enough to drink it?"

"No, I'm old enough to drink it, I just like to drink real alcohol unlike that...whatever the hell that is."

She forces the bottle back into my hand, then pulls out a bottle of vodka from her handbag, twists off the cap, then starts mixing it with some coke in a red solo cup, once she's done, she starts mixing up another drink, and hands it to me. I've already got the beer in my hand, but she takes it off me and puts it back down on the drinks table and tells me to drink the vodka, which I do, because I notice that she's actually starting to bug me less, so something must be working. As we're racing each other to finish our drinks first, Bec and that tall guy walk over and Bec and Red's date ask us if we know each other and I'm the first to tell Bec that we met about a week ago, to which Red adds that "Yeah, Matt's a real charmer."

Once Bec and Red's date leave, Red turns to be and asks who the chick was with "Tucker", so obviously she was the date and not the one Bec invited, which makes a lot more sense. The two of us wouldn't really have something to talk about, but she's just bugging me so much, and then I notice her tacky lipstick is smudged around her lips, and I remember how she told me why she liked wearing the tacky lipstick.

"Nice clown lips, Red. They really draw focus away from your huge ears."

"Oh, how cute. You re-used the clown bit. Don't worry, sweetheart, this lipstick is not to impress guys like you."

"Oh, thank god. Heaven forbid I may have thought you had feelings for me."

"Nice shirt, by the way. I was thinking of getting it, but they didn't have it in my size. "

"Oh, so you do shop in the men's section. That explains so much."

"By the way, your shirt is actually pretty see-through. Might wanna wear a bra next time."

"Well yeah, I would but I can't find one small enough for me. Maybe I could just borrow one of yours."

"Yeah, I'm definitely not drunk enough to put up with you yet," she interrupts, mixing another two drinks, and handing me one again.

"Why do you keep giving me drinks, then?"

"Oh, that's because I'm a lovely person," she answers with a smile, causing me to scoff out a disbelieving 'Yeah right.' "Plus," she continues, "it might actually make you interesting."

"Oh, right. Silly me. I forgot you were a lovely, interesting conversationalist."

"Oh, stop it, you. I mean, I might be a great talker, but I could never pull of a girl's shirt like you can."

"Is that why you wear men's clothes, or is that so your hands don't stand out?"

She chugs down the rest of her drink then opens the vodka again, but this time she takes a mouthful straight from the bottle, and offers it to me, which I decline. She shrugs it off and takes another mouthful. I notice that her lipstick has already started to smudge off onto the bottle, and I reach out to take a mouthful of the bottle, but she holds a finger around, signalling me to wait a moment, as she takes another mouthful before passing the bottle over to me. I follow her lead and take a mouthful from the bottle, coughing as I swallow it down and it burns my throat. How she managed to do that three times without it coughing has got me stumped.

Then she leans closer and whispers into my ear, "How drunk are you, right now?" I pull myself away to take another mouthful of vodka, chug it down, put the bottle back on the table, then wipe off my mouth, before answering.

"Less than you, but too much to drive."

"Perfect," she smirks, wrapping her hands around my head and violently pressing her lips against mine. I awkwardly try to find a place to put my hands before she moves her hands and pulls mine down to her waist and replaces her hands back where they were. As she continues, she starts to push her tongue into my mouth and I pull away to get some air. She pulls her head back, looking offended, then smirks. "You're a really crappy kisser."

"Not as bad as you," I retort, kissing her back with the same force she had kissed me, this time using my hands around her waist to guide her backwards onto the drinks table and leaning her against it. She starts moving her hands down around my waist when I suddenly become aware of the people around us and push myself off her.

"How was that?" I ask, picking up the bottle of vodka and taking another mouthful before she snatches it off me, takes a mouthful and answers.

"I'd say you're not drunk enough."

Before I have the chance to think, she grabs me by the wrist and pulls me over to the carpark, snooping around for cars, and then stopping to ask me which one's mine. I point out my one, and without hesitating she reaches into my jean pocket and pulls out my keys. She unlocks the car, opens the backdoor and pushes me onto the backseat, before climbing in after me and pulling the door shut behind her. I sit up, but she soon pushes me back against the seat and grabs the bottom of my shirt and starts to pull it up over my head. Once she gets it off, she throws it into a crumpled heap on the front seat, and comments "Nice abs, princess."

She forces her lips back onto mine and starts unbuttoning her flannelette shirt as her tongue enters my mouth. She pulls off her shirt to reveal a tight singlet underneath. She moves her lips from mine and starts searching around for the bottle of vodka again, taking another mouthful, swallowing and returning her lips to my neck, where she starts to kiss it all over. I start to lift her off me so I can sit up and she forcefully orders me to "Take off the pants, dumbass."

As much as I want to, I suddenly realise where we are and jolt myself upright. Upon closer inspection, I notice her tacky lipstick is gone, and I know exactly where it is.

"Not here," I stop her, finding myself breathing heavily from the excitement.

"What's the matter," she teases, "something to hide?"

"No," I return, "you're just the last person I'd like to be caught with hooking up in the backseat of my car."

"Cute," she smirks, trying to force her lips back onto mine, and frowning irritably as I push her back off me. I reach for my shirt and she stops me, telling me "Your chest looks better than your face, so leave it off."

I smirk yet again, then watch as she lifts her bright orange hair up and ties it into a bun.

"I still hate your guts," she reminds me, and I smirk, picking up the bottle and taking a final mouthful.

"Hate you too."  