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Title: Help Me, Let Go (2/2)
Author: beautiful_robot
Fandom: Real Person
Pairing,Character(s): Matthew/Dianna, Matthew/Jayma, Jayma/Jessalyn
Rating: PG
Summary: On Matthew's wedding day he can't keep his mind on his bride.
Disclaimer: Clearly I own nothing and this is all made up crap.
Author's Note: This is part two. I honestly never planned on continuing this. To me it was finished. But people said I should write more so I tried. I can't write chapter stories, it always falls about for me. Oh well. I wrote this, hopefully it fits with the first part.
"May I cut in?"
She smirks at Jessalyn before saying "No, no you may not cut in". He hears the slight slur in her words. Jayma is drunk, she's very drunk. He sucks in deeply and asks again.
"God Matthew really? It's your wedding day go dance with your fucking wife."
Jessalyn giggles. She's being a bitch, but he knows if he could just dance with her tonight he'd be able to let this...crush or whatever it is go. "Please just one dance?"
"Fuck fine, whatever"
She lets go of the blonde and she sways a bit as she pulls away. "Let's dance."
She's being horrible to him but he can't help but smile at her. Her accent, lisp and alcohol make such a cute combo he thinks. He steps forward and rests his hands on her hips and tries to bring her closer. She just glares and places her arms loosely around his neck.
A slow song starts up and they begin to move back and forth. He looks down at her and tries to look into her eyes, but she's busy staring at something behind him. Her scent is lovely tonight, a mix of shampoo, perfume and body lotion. He loves her scent. He once bought Dianna a bottle of Jayma's favorite perfume. Dianna only wore it a couple times, saying it was to heavy.
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Jayma's eyes are starting to close, she leans forward and rests her head against his shoulder. She mumbles something about being tired. He smiles and wraps his arms around her waist and keeps the slow swaying movement going. He hates to admit it, but this is the happiest he's been all day. He knows it's not right. It's not right to be happy holding a woman who's openly stated her disgust for you. It's not right when you have a gorgeous woman who loves you with all her heart. He feels guilty. He really does.
She's talking again, something about fruit cocktails. He lays his cheek on the top of her head and gives her a squeeze. The song is about to end. He knows this is going to end. It has to end. He turns his head and places a kiss to her hair. He knows she's almost asleep. The thought of tucking her in flashes in his mind. That's just what he wants to do. He wants to take her home and cuddle against her.
He closes his eyes. He's tried so hard today. He's tried to stop having these foolish fantasies. He doesn't want to think about these things anymore. He really doesn't.
His eyes are still tight as a small hand falls on his lower back. "She fall asleep on you?"
Dianna's standing there, looking more like an angel then she normally does. She's probably the only one in the room not drunk. She lifts her hand and pushes a few strands of the sleeping woman's hair out of her face. And smiles at her.
He wants to cry. How could he love anyone else. She's so amazing it's almost hard to believe she's real.
She smiles again. "I'll go get Jess, she can help her out to the car."
He watches her turn to leave. "I love you Mrs. Morrison." He felt he had to say it out loud. Had to make sure she knew.
"I love you too Mr. Agron."
Her face is so full of love when she speaks it's almost scary. Why can't he love her like that? Why is the sleeping woman in his arms who want's nothing to do with him, still in his heart? It's not fair. It's not fair to him or either of them.
He want's to hate Jayma. He tries. It doesn't work. It never does. This dance didn't fix anything. He really thought it would.
Author: beautiful_robot
Fandom: Real Person
Pairing,Character(s): Matthew/Dianna, Matthew/Jayma, Jayma/Jessalyn
Rating: PG
Summary: On Matthew's wedding day he can't keep his mind on his bride.
Disclaimer: Clearly I own nothing and this is all made up crap.
Author's Note: This is part two. I honestly never planned on continuing this. To me it was finished. But people said I should write more so I tried. I can't write chapter stories, it always falls about for me. Oh well. I wrote this, hopefully it fits with the first part.
"May I cut in?"
She smirks at Jessalyn before saying "No, no you may not cut in". He hears the slight slur in her words. Jayma is drunk, she's very drunk. He sucks in deeply and asks again.
"God Matthew really? It's your wedding day go dance with your fucking wife."
Jessalyn giggles. She's being a bitch, but he knows if he could just dance with her tonight he'd be able to let this...crush or whatever it is go. "Please just one dance?"
"Fuck fine, whatever"
She lets go of the blonde and she sways a bit as she pulls away. "Let's dance."
She's being horrible to him but he can't help but smile at her. Her accent, lisp and alcohol make such a cute combo he thinks. He steps forward and rests his hands on her hips and tries to bring her closer. She just glares and places her arms loosely around his neck.
A slow song starts up and they begin to move back and forth. He looks down at her and tries to look into her eyes, but she's busy staring at something behind him. Her scent is lovely tonight, a mix of shampoo, perfume and body lotion. He loves her scent. He once bought Dianna a bottle of Jayma's favorite perfume. Dianna only wore it a couple times, saying it was to heavy.
~~~
Jayma's eyes are starting to close, she leans forward and rests her head against his shoulder. She mumbles something about being tired. He smiles and wraps his arms around her waist and keeps the slow swaying movement going. He hates to admit it, but this is the happiest he's been all day. He knows it's not right. It's not right to be happy holding a woman who's openly stated her disgust for you. It's not right when you have a gorgeous woman who loves you with all her heart. He feels guilty. He really does.
She's talking again, something about fruit cocktails. He lays his cheek on the top of her head and gives her a squeeze. The song is about to end. He knows this is going to end. It has to end. He turns his head and places a kiss to her hair. He knows she's almost asleep. The thought of tucking her in flashes in his mind. That's just what he wants to do. He wants to take her home and cuddle against her.
He closes his eyes. He's tried so hard today. He's tried to stop having these foolish fantasies. He doesn't want to think about these things anymore. He really doesn't.
His eyes are still tight as a small hand falls on his lower back. "She fall asleep on you?"
Dianna's standing there, looking more like an angel then she normally does. She's probably the only one in the room not drunk. She lifts her hand and pushes a few strands of the sleeping woman's hair out of her face. And smiles at her.
He wants to cry. How could he love anyone else. She's so amazing it's almost hard to believe she's real.
She smiles again. "I'll go get Jess, she can help her out to the car."
He watches her turn to leave. "I love you Mrs. Morrison." He felt he had to say it out loud. Had to make sure she knew.
"I love you too Mr. Agron."
Her face is so full of love when she speaks it's almost scary. Why can't he love her like that? Why is the sleeping woman in his arms who want's nothing to do with him, still in his heart? It's not fair. It's not fair to him or either of them.
He want's to hate Jayma. He tries. It doesn't work. It never does. This dance didn't fix anything. He really thought it would.