Intersect. [MH] (Editing in Process)

'Cause I'm Stuck On You Like The Smell Of Cigarettes On Your Flower Dress.

"Can you please open the door for me Archie?"

I leaned towards the cheap metal lock and tugged the bar free from the opening. He looked at me through the crack of the door as it slowly swung itself open.

"Baby, please stop. I know what you're doing in there and I hate seeing you like this Archie, it's fucking hard. I can't keep watching you tear yourself apart in front of me... and I know there isn't anything I can do."

I looked up at him with glossy eyes, tears brimming over my lower eyelid. He bit his lip, his gaze wandered around the stall before settling on me. A soft spoken sigh fluttered from his mouth,

"Things are difficult, believe me, I've dealt with my fair share of hardships throughout my life. Obstacles are an inevitability, but I don't want you giving up on yourself just because you don't feel you can get past this. I know you Archer, and I know how stubborn you are when it comes to things you believe in; maybe you could try to believe in yourself."

Pushing the door open, Matty let himself into the stall. I wondered for a moment if anyone had seen him stumble into the ladies' room, I even chuckled at the thought. He looked to me and locked the metallic door behind him.

We were silent for a few seconds, just basking in the comfortable nothingness; bathing in the weight of Matty's words.

He knelt in front of me, winding his hands beneath and around my thighs in order to get in closer contact. I let him push my legs apart and wedge himself between them, head pressed against my stomach; mumbling something along the lines of "please be alright" into the fabric of my t-shirt. My hands travelled up and down the bumps of his spine and tangled into the hair at the nape of his neck. I tugged on it softly, wordlessly beckoning him to look up at me.

When he did, the whites of his eyes were decorated with a gentle hint of pink. I loved him dearly; I hoped he knew that about me. I bumped my nose against his and pulled his face closer to my own, Matty hummed quietly and obliged, giving me the freedom to lead him whichever way I pleased. My teeth grazed over his bottom lip as he pushed himself closer,

"I love you so much Matty. Please believe in me."

"I do," he whispered, leaning forward to meet my parted lips. "I do." He repeated the words between each kiss we shared, and he continued repeating it when his hands found themselves running alone the hem of my jeans.

For a moment, I doubted myself. I doubted my capability to indulge in any sexual activity in a public restroom, but this was Matty. I trusted him with my life, my heart, the entirety of my being; I was okay with this.

Everything was much clearer to me as he unlocked the stall door and lifted me up against the counter, a jolt of panic raced through my body at the thought of being so exposed in such a public setting. Matty must've noticed my reaction because he immediately reassured me that he'd locked the door and double checked when I asked him to. I let his hands roam beneath my shirt, his radiating warmth felt lovely over my waist and stomach; even more so when he carefully caressed my heat through the skin-tight denim.

I whimpered at the contact and harshly bucked my hips against his hand – I missed this. A throaty chuckle left his mouth,

"Relax princess, you'll get what you want. There's no rush."

But there was, because I desperately needed the safety his embrace harboured. Every moment seemed like an eternity before he began unbuttoning my jeans; I continued scattering feather-light kisses along his neck and collarbones. There was a bit of a struggle when it came to Matty rolling the fabric off of my legs but he figured out eventually.