My Mello, My Matt, but Where's My Heart?

--chapter 5--

I listened as Meshuggah suddenly came flowing from her stereo.

“Bleed.” I said to myself, referring to the song playing. “Great song.”

“Thanks. Picked it out myself.” Bellatrixx joked.

I jumped. “Holy shit! Don’t scare me like that.”

“Ha ha.” Bellatrixx looked to see what I was doing on her laptop. Seeing it was a game, she turned to go back to the bedroom. Mello came out to meet her instead. They were dressed similarly to the way they were the other morning. Except Mello’s shirt, which Trixx was wearing, was way shorter. I couldn’t help but stare. I looked away before Mello could notice.

“I'm gonna’ get dressed, then I'm off to work.” Mello said.

“No shower?” I asked.

“Why?” Mello looked at me.

“You guys smell like sex. Lots and lots of sex.”

“Gee I wonder how you stay single.” Bellatrixx commented.

I couldn’t help but laugh. Mello rolled his eyes then took his love’s hand.  So they were gonna’ fuck in the shower too? Jesus!

Bellatrixx’s POV

After Mello left, I plopped on the couch beside Matt, who was digging into some Chinese food he had ordered. I took my share and leaned back to look at him. He looked at me, his mouth full of noodles. I giggled.

He eyed my thighs, for I was still wearing Mello’s shirt, even though I just took a shower.

“Lean up, Matt. No forward.” I said to him, watching him lean the wrong way. When he leaned forward, I quickly got behind him, sitting on my knees, which allowed him to lean back against me.

“Get off fat ass!” I coughed, laughing. He wasn’t really squishing me. He was almost as skinny as me. He leaned back forwards so I started massaging his shoulders. I know how much he loved it.

“Ah!” Matt exclaimed in a sort of half-groan. “God you’re magic.”

I giggled. “Just thought I’d help.”

“After rigging all my games and putting stupid shit on my iPod?”

I laughed harder. He settled back against me comfortably.

“I hope you realize-“

“I'm wearing underwear asshole.” I cut in. He could never get his mind off of my vagina. Well, Mello couldn’t either. But to be fair, I wondered about Matt sometimes . . . . Everything about him that lay even further under his clothes. He was quite handsome himself. He kept himself fit, as Mello did, and when they were both working in the summer heat, with their shirts off . . . .

I smiled, lost in my own world. Matt continued to enjoy my massage. I'm sure if he could, he would purr.

“Matt,” I said sweetly. “Purr for me.”

“Wha’?”

“Purr! Like a kitty! Meow!”

He only laughed.

“What?”

“You’re a riot, Bellsy.” He said.

I tugged on his shirt, upwards.

“What? Take it off?” Matt asked.

“Yes. It’ll feel better.”

“Or you just think I'm sexy.”

“Ha ha. That’s not the point today Matt. Try again.” I replied.

“Whaatt-evaa.” Matt replied. He smirked as he took it off. “Hey my dick could use a good massage.”

“Mello’s gonna’ kill you if he hears that.”

“Nah. He’ll probably just get pissed, yell at me, snatch you up and have more sex with you.”

I shrugged. He was probably right. I sighed and continued massaging.

“Mello said he wouldn’t be back for like three or four days.”

“What?!” I was shocked. Why didn’t he tell me?!

“Oh. He . . .  didn’t tell you?”

“No!”

“Aw, come here. Calm down Trixx.” Matt said.

I crawled into his lap. He hugged me.

“Mello will be back soon. You know he can’t stand being away from you for long. He’s gonna’ come back soon. I promise.” Matt tried to make me feel better.

“Ugh. I hate it when he hides stuff from me.” I said.

Matt slightly frowned. “I’m still here.”

“I know silly. Well at least we’ll have fun. Doing something like video games or hacking or whatever else you want.” I smiled up at him.

He was just staring at me, bemused, yet happy.

He so thought I was hot.

Silly Matt.