Wandering through the halls afterward, he is still trying to wrap his mind around everything when a hand reaches out and pulls him into an empty room.
Surprised by the force and strength behind it, Lars staggers a bit before whirling around to confront his kidnapper.
“What the-” he stops.
Leaning against the door, Matthew is looking up at him through golden bangs.
“Hi,” she says quietly.
Lars straightens. “Hi,” he says slowly. One eyebrow rises.
Matthew wrings her hands together. “You’re mad aren’t you? Please don’t be mad. I’m sorry I’ve been sort of AWOL. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I didn’t know how! I mean, how do you tell someone you’ve spontaneously changed genders? I’m sorry-”
“Matthew,” Lars places his hands on her shoulders. “Stop that. I’m not mad at you. I’m just…surprised.”
Matthew looks up and as violet locks on green, Lars is suddenly all too aware of their positions; the feel of her shoulders underneath his hands, the faint coolness of her skin sinking into his palms. He catches a whiff of artic air and evergreen forests tinged with something sweet and swallows heavily. Lars removes his hands and takes a step back.
“You really don’t know how or why?”
Matthew shakes her head. “Arthur is looking into it, but he hasn’t found anything yet. I don’t know how it happened either, I went to bed one night and woke up…well.” She gestures to herself. Lars’ eyes follow the hand.
“Wait a minute…are you saying you slept through it?” Matthew nods. Lars laughs. “You had a life altering transformation and you slept through it!”
“Shut-shut up!” Matthew huffs. “I sleep through a lot of things.”
“I know,” Lars says dryly.
Matthew scowls and punches him in the shoulder. Lars cringes. Femininity has done nothing to diminish the freakish strength she and her brother possess.
The punch is followed by a sigh. “Until Arthur figures something out, I’m afraid I’m stuck like this.”
Lars swallows. Right.
“I’m glad you’re not mad though. We’re still on for tonight then?”
Lars blinks, “tonight?”
Matthew quirks an eyebrow, “Yeah. You know, we always go out the first night of the conference.”
“Of-of course.”
Matthew grins, and Lars finds his eyes zeroing in on the curve of her lips. “Great! We’ll get some brews and catch the game, then! The Habs are playing tonight, I can’t wait to watch them totally destroy- Lars? Are you ok?”
Lars, who has been watching Matthew’s mouth for the past minute, blinks. “Hmm?”
“Are you alright? You kinda spaced out there for a second.” Matthew steps forward and places the back of her hand on his forehead. Lars’ stomach does a funny little roll. “You’re not feverish.”
“Jet lag.” Lars forces out. He clears his throat. “I’ll see you tonight?”
“Right. I’ll meet you at the bar at seven.” Matthew smiles before turning and leaving the room. Lars watches her go, forcibly keeping his eyes at a respectable level.
One more Step (2d/?)
Surprised by the force and strength behind it, Lars staggers a bit before whirling around to confront his kidnapper.
“What the-” he stops.
Leaning against the door, Matthew is looking up at him through golden bangs.
“Hi,” she says quietly.
Lars straightens. “Hi,” he says slowly. One eyebrow rises.
Matthew wrings her hands together. “You’re mad aren’t you? Please don’t be mad. I’m sorry I’ve been sort of AWOL. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I didn’t know how! I mean, how do you tell someone you’ve spontaneously changed genders? I’m sorry-”
“Matthew,” Lars places his hands on her shoulders. “Stop that. I’m not mad at you. I’m just…surprised.”
Matthew looks up and as violet locks on green, Lars is suddenly all too aware of their positions; the feel of her shoulders underneath his hands, the faint coolness of her skin sinking into his palms. He catches a whiff of artic air and evergreen forests tinged with something sweet and swallows heavily. Lars removes his hands and takes a step back.
“You really don’t know how or why?”
Matthew shakes her head. “Arthur is looking into it, but he hasn’t found anything yet. I don’t know how it happened either, I went to bed one night and woke up…well.” She gestures to herself. Lars’ eyes follow the hand.
“Wait a minute…are you saying you slept through it?” Matthew nods. Lars laughs. “You had a life altering transformation and you slept through it!”
“Shut-shut up!” Matthew huffs. “I sleep through a lot of things.”
“I know,” Lars says dryly.
Matthew scowls and punches him in the shoulder. Lars cringes. Femininity has done nothing to diminish the freakish strength she and her brother possess.
The punch is followed by a sigh. “Until Arthur figures something out, I’m afraid I’m stuck like this.”
Lars swallows. Right.
“I’m glad you’re not mad though. We’re still on for tonight then?”
Lars blinks, “tonight?”
Matthew quirks an eyebrow, “Yeah. You know, we always go out the first night of the conference.”
“Of-of course.”
Matthew grins, and Lars finds his eyes zeroing in on the curve of her lips. “Great! We’ll get some brews and catch the game, then! The Habs are playing tonight, I can’t wait to watch them totally destroy- Lars? Are you ok?”
Lars, who has been watching Matthew’s mouth for the past minute, blinks. “Hmm?”
“Are you alright? You kinda spaced out there for a second.” Matthew steps forward and places the back of her hand on his forehead. Lars’ stomach does a funny little roll. “You’re not feverish.”
“Jet lag.” Lars forces out. He clears his throat. “I’ll see you tonight?”
“Right. I’ll meet you at the bar at seven.” Matthew smiles before turning and leaving the room. Lars watches her go, forcibly keeping his eyes at a respectable level.
Oh Fuck.
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Um...how does OP feel about smut?