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MORE THAN A VANCOUVER SUNSET: What if...

... it was Mat instead of Sam?

Summary: What if Emma had ended up losing her virginity to Mat instead of Sam Brown, the douchebag that had spent the rest of the summer boasting about how he’d been the one to take it - making Mat so angry about how he spoke about his crush friend, that his friends had to stop him from fighting Sam on several different occasions? Mat sees Emma at that post-graduation party, sneaking away with the hockey team’s biggest asshole. Instead of pretending he didn’t see them, he goes up to them and somehow manages to steal her away.

Warnings: smut, alcohol, cursing

Word count: 9k

Author’s note: Again, MTAVS does not need anymore smut than it already has but my mind is procrastinating writing my exam spinning with spicy ideas, so here we are. Again, you can still read this even if you haven’t read my eightythreethousand word book about Mat Barzal and his steamy summer romance with his former math class partner in crime slash crush, it can be read as a stand alone. I will give you the information you need :-)

Please enjoy!

In cursive, you will find a short extract from More Than a Vancouver Sunset that explain where this What if? is coming from, along with a short paragraph that will also provide some insight.

“I wanted to lose my virginity to you,” Emma admitted as she pulled away from the kiss.

“Really?” Mat asked, his eyes widening, as well as his smile. Emma had kept her crush on him all to herself during high school, and the girls had asked so many times, but she always said that it wasn’t anyone special she wanted to do it with. But it was, and that person was definitely Mat. Emma and the girls had spent countless sleepovers talking about sex, and Mat was always the one she had in mind when they did. On Monday after a weekend of all-nighters and hours spent giggling in Laura’s basement, when Mat came running to ask her some stupid question about that very specific line in the French novel in her hand, when his hand touched hers and his arm pressed into hers as he stood towering over her – she’d always find herself involuntary pressing her thighs together.

“Mhm, but instead I ended up losing it to fucking Sam Brown on the night of graduation,” she sighed, shaking her head as she looked at Mat. Even though it wasn’t exactly the best memory she had in her mind, she still couldn’t stop the smile on her lips as she looked at the man beside her.

“Oh I forgot about that, he was boasting about it all summer. I was so jealous, and so pissed off because of the way he was talking about you,” Mat said, his nose scrunching up in disgust as he thought about his former teammate that summer after high school. He’d seen Emma from afar a few times that summer, but he didn’t talk to her – it was not like he had any French homework to use as an excuse anymore. Luckily he’d grown a pair of balls since then.

“Ugh, I know. It’s sweet that you were mad, though,” she smiled, reaching out for that one curl that kept falling into his face, pushing it back. Mat got lost in her eyes for a little bit, deciding to save the story about how he’d almost gotten into a drunken fight with Sam the weekend after graduation, have it not been for Jason being a little bit more level headed than him, for a later time, and just kissed her instead.

...that one time Mat had showed up to the party Emma was at and he’d wracked his brain trying to come up with something to say to her – it wasn’t like he could go up to her at a party and ask her about French homework.

Emma shouted a quick goodbye to her parents before she hurried out the front door and down the couple steps from the porch, making sure to disappear out of view from the kitchen window as fast as possible, without looking suspicious. They knew she was going to a party, she’d graduated that Friday, after all. She was going to sleep over at Laura’s after, and in her overnight bag, along with PJs, toiletries and a few outfit alternatives, were also two bottles of wine that she’d bought from Francesca’s older brother. Each carefully wrapped in a piece of clothing, placed on each their side of her bag with a full makeup bag shoved between them in order to keep them from clinking and making any sort of noise as she hurried down the stairs from her bedroom.

She made her way down the street to Laura's house, slipping through the opening in the hedge and in through the backdoor, going straight for the stairs down to the basement, where she knew she would find her group of besties.

"Did you make it?" Francesca asked before she could even get down the stairs and greet them 'hello'.

"Of course," Emma said like it was that easy. Her parents weren't strict on many things, knowing that she was usually quite responsible. Though an incident when she was sixteen and had a bit too much, had made them wary of alcohol. Maybe the lack of such incidents ever since had made them forget.

An hour or so goes by and Laura's parents announce that they're leaving to go visit Laura's aunt in Vancouver. The girls sit in silence until they can hear their car pull out of the driveway, and just as Laura sees them disappear down the road - she's pulling red solo cups out of thin air and drinks are being poured.

"So, what's the POA tonight?" Jessie asked, making a grimace as she swallowed another sip of the drink Francesca had mixed for her. Needless to say, the vodka to orange juice ratio wasn't quite right.

"The P-O-What?" Sophie asked, turning her head in Jessie's direction so fast that Emma, who's got Sophie's hair wrapped around a curling iron, nearly burns both her hand and Sophie's forehead.

"Plan of action, duh," Jessie rolls her eyes at her cousin, making everyone else laugh as they didn't actually know what she was talking about either. Thankfully, Sophie was always willing to ask first, making the rest of them look smarter.

"Depends on what kind of plan you're looking for," Laura chuckles as she pulls the fourth crop top over her head, before reaching for the one she was wearing in the first place. Emma was sure she was gonna go through the cycle of those four tops at least two more times before they leave for the actual party. Maybe even try a fifth, nearly identical one.

"Well, does anyone have any prospects for tonight? You know, dick-wise? Virginity-wise?" she asks, turning towards Emma and Sophie, the only two virgins left in the room. Emma couldn't see Sophie's face as she was currently looking for any straight pieces at the back of her head, seeing if she'd missed some, but she was pretty sure that Sophie rolled her eyes in unison with herself.

"You're such a dude, Jess - only thinking about sex," Sophie exclaims, again, nearly making Emma burn herself again.

"We've literally only talked about sex for like four years straight now, you're just as bad," Francesca argued, turning it back to Sophie. Emma laughed, motioning for Fran to pour some shot into her mouth as she curled the last piece of Sophie's blonde locks. Sophie rolled her eyes again, though this time with a cheeky smile on her face.

"Emma has a POA, apparently," Laura laughs, "otherwise she wouldn't be taking so many shots."

"I do not!" Emma tries to sound believable, but fails immensely as a wide smile and a blush creeps up her cheeks.

"You so do!" Jessie calls out, a huge shit eating grin on her face.

"I swear I don't!" Emma failed again, not able to keep a straight face at all. The alcohol wasn't exactly helping.

"Who?" Laura asks, just as interested as Jessie. The rest of them turning their full attention to her as well.

"I don't know! I'm just thinking of getting it over with, that's all. Like, I do not care at all. Or like a little bit, but it doesn't have to be meaningful or anything like that. I feel like it's gonna take forever if that has to be a criteria," Emma explains. She did have someone in mind, that was for sure, but that person was unattainable, and not someone she was discussing with her friends. She would rather jump off a cliff than face that kind of embarrassment.

"I get that - just go for it," Francesca agreed while Sophie made a grimace - Emma wasn't sure if the grimace was because she disagreed or because she really wasn't a fan of red wine.

"I mean, there's lots of guys who would fuck you," Jessie shrugged.

“Let me know if you hear of any willing then,” Emma rolled her eyes, before motioning for Laura to change places with Sophie.

“Yeah, we’ll just go around asking if anyone’s willing to do you. We’ll have a line up for you to choose from at the end of the night,” Francesca chuckled, making everyone laugh. Emma included.

“Yeah, right,” she shook her head, praying for another topic or for the attention to turn back to Sophie. She took a long sip of her wine before she started sectioning Laura’s hair for curling.

“Seriously, Em, I literally heard Brownie and Tommy F. discuss the length of your skirt like two days ago,” Jessie argued, throwing her hands out in emphasis.

“Maybe they wished it was longer,” Emma shot back, making them all groan and roll their eyes. Emma laughed to herself, satisfied with her own self deprecating joke.

“Oh yeah, sure sounded like it when they talked about how you’d bent down to pick up your pen from the floor or something and Brownie had tried to catch a peak,” Jessie retaliated, making them all gasp in disgust.

“No way in hell you’re losing it to, Brownie, Em,” Sophie chimed in.

“You know what, maybe I will fuck Sam Brown. At least I’d get it over with,” Emma said, refusing to refer to any of them by their stupid hockey nicknames. Again, she was internally hoping, praying, begging for the topic to change. Sophie grimaced again, and this time Emma knew it wasn’t because of the wine or any other booze Fran had managed to supply them with.

“There’s always Barzy. He’d probably beg to be the one,” Laura came in with a more sensible option, mumbling the last part under her breath. Sensible, though completely unrealistic, Emma thought.

“Laura, you can kiss my ass. Fran, please pour something strong down my throat,” Emma finished the conversation. Before she’d managed to chase the vodka shot with white wine, Laura had started loudly doubting her fashion choices again, and the group of girls moved on.

Another hour went by too quickly and Emma had made sure that everyone's hair was curled to perfection, Sophie had consulted everyone's fashion emergencies, Jessie had painted every single nail in sight, Laura had provided comedic relief and Francesca had made sure that every single one of them had taken at least five shots and downed three cups of their alcohol of choice. They were ready to go.

Francesca's brother came through again, picking them up in their parents minivan. He deserved more than the 20 dollars they'd promised him for spending fifteen minutes just getting the five drunk girls into the car, let along pulling up with the screeching of "You Belong with Me" by Taylor Swift on repeat for another twenty while he drove them to the party. The party was to be held at Christopher Maxwell's house - their class' resident rich kid who everyone depended on to throw a huge party whenever the occasion called for it. Be it prom, start of summer, end of summer, graduation or just a random Friday night.

The ground was slightly wobbly beneath Emma’s feet as she made her way into the Maxwell villa, pulling at the tight skirt Sophie had convinced her to wear as it kept riding up with every step she took.

“If you’re planning to let it go tonight, you might as well let it ride up,” Laura grinned next to her, making Emma laugh.

“Might as well let everyone take a peak, see who volunteers,” Emma shot back sarcastically.

“Come on, let’s find someone for you to flirt with,” Laura pulled her under her arm, nearly making Emma trip on the threshold.

They slowly made their way through the house, stopping to talk to classmates and people they hardly knew along the way. It's weird how, all of a sudden, you’re talking to people you’d barely say hi to in the school hallway as soon as schools out and you’ve got some booze running through your system.

Halfway through the house, they lose Jessie and Sophie, and somewhere in the kitchen, they lose Francesca ass well. Somehow, Emma and Laura make it all the way out to the garden on the other side of the enormous villa before they split up. Laura got sucked into some conversation with some girls from her French class, and Emma finds herself placing one foot in front of the other in the direction of some nice patio furniture filled with jocks.

“Heyy, Emma,” a few of them greets her as she approaches them. Her drunken smile widens as they welcome her with somewhat polite compliments of how she’s looking tonight, helping her confidence just a little further. She scans the little crowd in front of her for a face she knows a little better than the rest, luckily finding Laura’s twin brother, Troy. He offers her a hand so that she can safely maneuver what feels like a hundred pairs of long legs between the sofa and the coffee table, all the way over to him where she finally sits down on the edge of his lap.

It’s easy then, to fall into conversation with Tristan from history and Corey who sits behind her in English. Ten-fifteen minutes go by and Corey becomes Tommy F. and Troy whispers in her ear that he’s going to the bathroom and pushes her to her feet in order to get up. She doesn’t bat an eye when another lap takes his place underneath her when she sits back down. They're all familiar faces, though soon, they're just that - familiar. She doesn't really know any of them. Mat Barzal sits down on the other end of the sofa, but he just shot her a short smile before he went back to his conversation with Jason Smith. In complete opposition to everyone else, he almost seemed less friendly here at the party than what he did in school. She tried to hide her disappointment.

When Tristan runs off with his on again, off again girlfriend and Tommy F. disappears to find Tommy D., Emma thinks maybe she should get up, too - at least move away from whomever's lap she was sitting in, now that the seat next to them were free. Tommy F.'s seat already taken by someone Emma was pretty sure graduated at least two years ago.

"Heyy, where are you going?" She hears the person underneath her saying, his hands finding her hips to pull her back and further onto his thighs, all the way until she's sitting sideways across his lap in the corner of the modular sofa.

"I'm not going anywhere, just thought I'd stop weighing you down," Emma puts on her flirty voice and cheeky smile.

"Oh, please, I can barely feel you there," Sam Brown grins before confidently placing one of his big hands on her thigh. Sam was huge and usually the one to end up some kind of brawl on the ice. He was also a little too cocky and a little too confident, though nice enough, and if you stared at him long enough he was handsome enough, too. His eyes were kind, though Emma knew enough girls who'd found themselves fooled by that. Luckily, Emma had no intentions that extended past tonight.

It became easy again, falling into conversation with Sam. Discussing his plans for hockey after high school and laughing along when he cheekily suggested that Emma became his trophy wife.

"I'm not sure, Sam, I'm no puck bunny," Emma chatted back, speaking his language and knowing exactly what she was doing when she placed her hand on his chest.

"Oh, please, just five minutes ago you were the only girl in a couch full of hockey players," he shot back, and once again, Emma laughed along. At this point, she was determined that he'd be the lucky one. It was clear that he was very much willing already from the second he started talking to her.

She kept talking to Sam, stealing sips from his beer in order to keep her courage going. The alcohol running through her system had her playing this role so well she almost believed it herself. Every now and then she'd catch Mat's eye for a short second, but it seemed like he pretended he didn't see her. Soon he was gone too.

"Hey, let's go inside," Sam suggested, disguising his proposal under the fact that Emma was getting cold outside in just a skirt and a short sleeved top.

"Sure," she smiled, flirtatiously. She let him push her to her feet with his hands low on her hips, as well as she let him escort her inside with his big hand low on her back. The same big hand that he'd slowly inched up her thigh, all the way until it was halfway under her skirt.

'Inside' soon became 'somewhere more quiet', and even though Emma had never done this before, she could tell that Sam had his way of going about this. She let him pull her upstairs to a quiet hallway, where he pressed a sloppy kiss to her lips. Emma was about to go back for more when a familiar voice called her name, somehow making her forget what the hell she was doing.

"Mat!" Emma heard her drunken voice exclaim excitedly, pulling away from Sam's grip to greet Mat, who was approaching them in the otherwise lightly populated hallway. Mat surprised her with pulling her into a hug, his arms wrapping around her middle while hers slid around his neck. She could recall hugging him once before, on his birthday back in May, but not like this. He even lifted her off her feet. Truthfully, she had no idea what was going on.

"How are you?" he asked, focusing all his attention on Emma, not even granting his teammate as much as a nod. Emma fell for it, right away. Falling into conversation with Mat easily, just like they did in math class, where they usually just talked to each other for 45 minutes straight rather than try to solve any of the problems Miss Lee presented them with. How either of them got through the year without failing math, she had no idea. Soon Sam was bored enough to dip into the bathroom instead of just standing there listening to their conversation and Mat saw his chance to finally pull Emma further down the hallway, away from Sam. Only then did Emma catch on to what was going on.

"Hey! You cockblocked me," she accused him, playfully shoving at his shoulder. Mat laughed lightly, but quickly found a more serious tone.

"What were you doing with Brownie, anyway? He's not a good guy, Em," Mat asked, settling his hands on her lower arms, holding her in front of him.

"I know that, Mat. I just- I just wanna get it over with," she admitted, feeling a certain color inch its way onto her cheeks.

"Get what over with?" he asked. He truthfully didn't know what she was talking about. Though, as he watched her cheeks turn completely pink in a matter of seconds, he had to smile. It was kind of adorable.

Emma couldn't believe she was about to tell Mat Barzal that she was just trying to lose her goddamn virginity, but that was what she was doing. She took a step closer and leaned onto her tippy toes to whisper it to him, but the music was coming from down stairs was too loud and the line to the bathroom was getting longer and chattier.

"What?" he asked, and Emma tried again, leaning in closer and resting her hand on his shoulder. To no success, though. After the third try of telling it to him without yelling it so loud the entire upstairs hallway heard it, she gave up.

"Oh my god, come here," she laughed, shaking her head as she took his hand and pulled him through the first unlocked door she found.

"What?" Mat repeated once he'd closed the door behind them. By the time he'd turned back around to face her, Emma had covered half her face with her hands in embarrassment.

"My virginity," she told him, surprisingly loud and clear.

"Oh," Mat blurted then, realisation dawning upon him. He even found himself blushing a little bit too.

"Yeah," Emma confirmed, "so thanks for that, now I’m not getting rid of it tonight," she threw out her hands in emphasis before she took a few steps back to the bed and fell back on it. It looked neatly done still, so chances were low that anyone had managed to christen it just yet.

"Well, I'm not really sorry. He's like the worst guy ever when it comes to that," Mat told her, sitting down on the mattress, right next to where she'd spread herself out. Her skirt had ridden up when she'd thrown herself back onto the bed, and Mat didn't know if he should ignore it or help her by pulling it back down for her. He'd always been easily entranced by the skirts Emma wore. Before he could decide, she was sitting up - her skirt returning to its proper length when she pulled herself up.

"I know, I just wanted to get it over with, like, no strings attached. No hurt feelings. It doesn’t have to mean anything,” she repeated the same words she’d told her friends earlier that night. Why the hell she was sitting on a bed in some rich boy’s mansion, telling this to Mat Barzal - the boy she’d secretly had a crush on since the third math class of last semester - she had no idea.

“I get it, Em. But I can’t tell you how many girls I’ve heard too many intimate details about in the locker room from him. It’s never ending and half of it is straight up fantasy. We’re talking everything from the size of their tits to some bullshit story he’s pulled from some fucked up porno he’s seen. And I just don’t want that to be you he’s talking about next,” Mat told her, calmly. He watched as her expression softened.

“Thanks, Mat,” Emma sighed, falling back on the mattress again. He was right, Sam wasn’t the right guy - even if she wasn’t looking for something meaningful and special. Not to mention how incredibly sweet that was of him, to go out of his way to stop her from making that mistake.

“Anytime, Em,” he sighed, laying back as well.

“Anytime, huh?” Emma tries to lighten the mood, looking over at Mat and finding him already looking at her.

“Yeah, wanna go take another spin around the villa? See if we find some potential matches? The night’s still young,” He shoots back, but his smile isn't as bright and goofy as it usually is.

“Hah, I’m sobering up now,” Emma groans, crawling her way up the bed to sit against the headboard.

“Maybe that’s a good thing?” Mat looks at her with a grin, soon following her to lean back against the headboard too.

“No, I can’t flirt for shit when I’m sober,” she chuckles.

“That’s not true, you flirt with me all time,” he teases, making Emma throw her head back laughing. The cackle pouring out of Mat’s mouth as he laughs along with her, has her smile spreading even wider.

"That's not true," Emma laughs, swearing that she was just being her normal self whenever she was talking to Mat. They just had a fun relationship, that's all. She would even go so far as to call it a coping mechanism for getting through math. And then there was the fact that she had that deep buried, never seen the light of day, crush on him.

"Well, that's what everyone says, anyways," Mat states, looking over at her, "not that they just say that about you, though. It's mostly me, really," he adds, laughing.

“Okay, okay, fair,” she grins, looking back at him. She has to pull her gaze away quickly, not able to keep her eyes on him long without blushing or staring at his lips. It was easier in school, then Emma was able to keep her somewhat hard exterior, but the vulnerability of the situation and the alcohol coursing through her system made all that was Mat Barzal a little bit harder to deal with. They both fell silent.

"I’m comfortable with you though. Makes it easier," Emma eventually breaks the quiet. This time she's keeping her gaze straight forward, not turning her head to the side to look at him. She could feel him looking at her though.

"Yeah?" Mat breathes, his voice low and laced with something hopeful.

"Yeah," Emma confirms.

"You’re like... safe," she adds, daring to look up at him for a second.

"Safe?" he asks, not really understanding what she meant by that.

"Are you trying to tell you're not? I'll be out of this room real quick," Emma turns the situation around then, making Mat laugh and shake his head no.

"You're safe with me, Em," he confirms, the smile still on his lips as he looks over at her, reaching over to give her two reassuring pats on her knee. Emma felt his touch on her skin long after it was gone.

"Exactly," Emma nodded, like that was just what she meant. She was safe with him.

"Why did you look at me like you barely knew me earlier?" she asks then, after a minute or two in silence. It felt safe to ask, and she honestly really wanted to know. Mat wasn't usually like that. She'd never really spoken to him at a party before, though, that was worth mentioning, but their paths hadn't really crossed either. But in school, Mat would always say hi, even go out of his way to come find her just to ask her some obvious question about their French homework.

"What, when?" Mat asks, but Emma could tell he knew what moment she was talking about.

"Earlier, outside on the couch," she clarified.

"I don’t know, I just - whenever I see you outside of school I just forget that we’re actually friends, like I think that I need to ask you something about French homework to be able to talk to you. But in reality, I could talk to you about anything," he explains, and this time it's him that's not looking at her.

"Okay?" Emma says, not sure what to gather from that.

"Like, I don't forget that we're friends, I just... I forget than I can talk to you about things that aren't school related, you know. And then whenever I see you at a party or something, I just overthink it," he went on. Emma just nodded, taking it all in.

"And I guess I was kind of jealous," he adds, kind of under his breath, but kind of not. He turns to look at her.

"Why?" Emma asks, looking back at him. Their eyes meet and Emma gets a little lost in the dark green.

"You were sitting on Brownies lap," he clarifies with a chuckle, like he's a little bit embarrassed to admit it.

"Oh?" Emma perked up, interested to hear more about this.

"I swear, that's not why I cockblocked you," he defended himself, a flustered smile spreading on his lips along with a redness on his cheeks.

"I don't know," Emma teased, the booze helping her compartmentalise the part where he apparently wanted her in his own lap. She couldn't focus on that part.

"I promise you, my intentions were completely pure with stealing you away from Brownie. I wasn't just saving you for myself. I meant everything I said about him," Mat defended himself, his expression softening when Emma's smile turned soft instead of amused.

"I know, Mat. I believe you," she said then, and Mat sunk down in his seat - only halfway sitting up against the headboard now.

"I'd just much rather you sit on my lap instead," he stated, putting the fact into the room. The fact that had been implied earlier, that Emma had just shoved away into the back of mind in order to not freak out.

"Oh," Emma smiled, trying her hardest to keep that smile at a normal width - to not let it get uncontrollably wide and take over her entire face. Her cheeks felt warm, too. Somehow Mat managed keep the color of his normal.

"Yeah," he breathed, keeping his eyes on her.

Emma couldn't keep looking at his face, though. That was too much. Her eyes traveled down his torso, over his white t-shirt and to his arm that laid across his stomach. His hands was really nice, she thought - long fingers and few prominent veins stretching from his forearm to the back of his hand. It wasn't the first time she'd noticed.

She felt his eyes follow her every move closely, she didn't dare look up to meet his eyes, but somehow worked up the courage to reach for his hand. He lifted it to meet hers, fingers spreading apart to let her right hand intertwine with his left. His thumb immediately starting to rub up and down the side of hers, slowly.

"You have nice hands," Emma complimented, her voice soft and barely audible. She dared meet his eyes and watched as the sides of his lips lifted into a smile.

"Thanks," he smiled, "yours are really soft."

"Thanks," Emma said softly, finding some deep buried bravery somewhere as she turned to her side, slowly swinging her leg across his thighs until she was straddling his lap. His eyes followed her every move closely, from the first turn of her hips until she settled on his upper thighs. Their hands slide apart slowly, Emma's settling on his chest while Mat's slowly slide up the side of her thighs, settling on her hips.

"Is this okay?" she asks, her voice soft and sweet. Vulnerable. Mat decides that he'll do everything in his power to make sure she's never uncomfortable.

"Yeah, I told you I wanted you in my lap, didn't I?" he smiled cheekily, but spoke softly. Emma laughed nervously. He'd started rubbing little circles on her hips with his thumbs, making her feel more secure immediately.

"You told me you'd rather have me in your lap than anyone else's. There's a difference," she flirted back, letting her hands slide down to his abs.

"I think you know what I meant," he said, his voice low and charming. His hands dropped to her thighs for a bit, before they slowly made their way back up her hips. Her skirt was barely hiding anything when she sat like that, but she didn't care. Emma bit her lip and took a deep breath. He was making her feel certain ways.

"Will you do it?" she asked bashfully, her bottom lip disappearing between her teeth again immediately as she finished speaking.

"Do what?" Mat asked, though he was positive she was talking about her virginity again. Emma rolled her eyes playfully.

"You know what," she told him, playfully pushing at his chest. His hands traveled from her hips to her waist, and then slowly back down again. Every touch made Emma feel unbearably warm.

"You’re asking me like it’s a chore, some bothersome task," he stated, his smile sweet but a little cheeky. He was an eighteen year old boy offered with sex, after all.

"Well, I don’t know how you ask for it, not like I’ve done it before," Emma chuckled, feeling more comfortable in her position by the second.

"I won't do it just to help you get rid of it, okay? Only if you really want to," he said then, and Emma wondered where the hell all this maturity came from. She appreciated the way he spoke about it, but the way she was feeling just from sitting across his lap with his hands wandering up and down her sides, told her that it was nothing she wanted more. He was the one she'd wanted in the first place.

"I really want to," she whispered, softly but filled with so much lust for him. It was almost like she could see his eyes darken as he took the words she said.

"Fuck, just... come here,” he groaned, moving one of his hands up her back and to her neck as he sat up, immediately pressing his lips to hers. Emma's arms wrapped around his neck as he kissed her, openmouthedly and hot.

His arm wrapped around her middle, while his other hand gripped the underside of her thigh, pulling her up in his lap and impossibly close. Their chests pressed together, just as their tongues met in, if not the best, but certainly the hottest kiss Emma had ever experienced. Mat's hand traveled from where he was gripping her thigh and further up, this time sliding in under the tight skirt that was bunching up around her hips. She felt his fingers gripping her ass, her body responding immediately by arching into him, moaning against his lips. The motion letting her feel what she was doing to him as well.

Their lips parted, red and swollen, eyes meeting for a second before Mat was attaching his lips to her neck, leaving wet kisses down towards her collarbones. One of his hands trailed up her side, covering her boob in his hand, applying pressure to the sound of breathy moans.

Emma clawed at his t-shirt, begging to feel him naked against her. Instead of letting her pull the garment off herself, Mat pulls away and reaches for the material at the back of his neck, pulling it over his head in the way that guys do. The way that every girl finds hot, Emma no different. She's quick to reach for him as soon as he's gotten rid of the shirt, her hands sliding from his chest to the back of his neck as their lips meet again. Mat's arm slides up her back while his other hand grips her thigh as he swiftly turns them around and rolls on top of her. The way he presses his bulge against her, earning him a moan. A gasp leaving her soon after as he just as quickly pulls away from her.

"Need to lock the door," he smiles, almost innocently, as if he wasn't just pressing his erection to her barely clothed heat. Emma's head falls back on the mattress as Mat locks the door, making sure no one would walk in on them.

"Hey," he smiles when he comes back, climbing into the bed and positioning himself on his knees between her legs.

"Hey," Emma replies, smiling back at him. His hands fall to her bare thighs, slowly traveling up to the hem of her skirt that bunched around hips, surely showing him the lacy thong she had on.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asks, lifting one of thighs to rest at an angle. He's rubbing circles on the inside of her knee. All she wanted was for him to touch her where she wanted him most.

"I want you so badly, Mat," Emma told him, surprising both herself and him with the boldness of her words. Before he could say anything she reached for his arm and pulled him in closer. She leant up on her elbows, stretching her neck to meet him in a soft, but lustful kiss. She keeps her lips where they're almost touching his as her hand falls to his hands, slowly moving it to where she needed it.

"Can you feel how much I want you?" she spoke against his lips, pulling back slightly just to be able to look at him as his fingers found their way inside her thong.

"Fuck, Emma," he groaned then, falling forward just an inch or two, just to press his lips to hers again. He could feel her moans vibrating against him as let his finger run through her wet slit.

"What do you want, Em?" he asked, kissing her again before letting her answer - deep and toe-curling.

"Undress me," she demanded, and Mat was on it immediately. Hooking his fingers into the elastic waistband of her skirt, pulling it down while Emma helped by pulling her legs up. As soon as the skirt hit the floor, Mat was onto her top - Emma raising her arms above her head to let him pull it off, leaving her in the only matching set she owned, thoughtfully saved for Saturday night.

"You're so beautiful," Mat sighs, barely getting the words out before Emma is telling him to shut up and planting her lips on his in an openmouthed kiss, pushing him over to straddle him again. He curses against her lips as her hands immediately reach for his belt, opening it and undoing the button and zipper next - her hand disappearing into his jeans to cover his bulge.

Kissing down his neck and to his chest, Emma soon brings her hands back to the waistband of his jeans, pushing them down as she goes. She doesn't stop until her knees hit the edge of the bed, her lips just an inch or two above his bellybutton. Stepping off the side of the bed, she completely rids him of his pants. Her eyes fall to the bulge in his boxers before she's pulled back on top of him.

"You're fucking unreal," Mat beams up at her, smiling as he pulls her into another deep kiss. He's sitting up, Emma on her knees over him. Her hands are placed firmly on his shoulder and jaw, Mat's hands roaming all over her - traveling from her hips to her ass, up her back until he reaches the clasp of her bra.

"Can I?" he asks, pulling away from the kiss.

"Please," Emma just begs, leaning back in for more as his fingers work on opening the clasp, soon getting it and helping her pull the straps down her arms. They pull apart again, Emma throwing the black push up bra away as Mat is entirely too busy taking in the sight before him.

Rather than touching her chest, Mat brings his hands to her thighs, pulling them up until she's able to wrap her legs around him. His arm snaking around the small of her back allows her to lean back as he finally starts leaving sloppy kisses from her collarbones to her boobs, soon fitting his lips around one of her nipples - sucking it into his mouth to the sound of her breathy moans.

"Come on, Mat, I need you to touch me," she begs, halfheartedly grabbing at his hand to hopefully steer it on the right path. Instead of sticking his hand in between their bodies, Mat runs his hand over her ass and all the way back until he can stick his middle finger in between the soaked material of her thong and her slit, easily slipping the finger inside her.

"Oh, fuck, please," she begs him again, trying to push herself closer to him and the hard bulge sitting between his legs.

"Patience, baby," he mumbles against her skin, though she can picture the smile on his face as he says it. He earns another moan from her when he pulls his finger out of her and then pushes it right back in again along with his ring finger. The hand that she's currently got in his hair, tightens.

"I really need you to fuck me now, Mat," she goes on, soft and sweet and every thinkable contrast to what she's saying. He groans against her neck, pulling his fingers out from her and swinging her around to place her on her back in the middle of the bed.

Mat didn't really know what to do with himself, his fingers moved to the sides of her thong to pull it down her legs - he knew what to do, but damn if he knew how to handle someone like her. This wasn't his first rodeo at all, there had been two girls before her - one older that he'd lost his virginity to, and one who he'd had some kind of arrangement with, who he'd gone home with a couple of times after parties. But none of those experiences had been like this. No one had begged him to touch them before, nor fuck them. No one had been so sure of what they wanted, like Emma. He felt lucky to be her first, and he was terrified to, in any way, shape or form, fuck this up.

"Take off your boxers," Emma dictated, her eyes falling to his dick as soon as it sprung free from its constraints.

"Fuck," she muttered to herself, reaching out to wrap her hand around him once he was back in his position between her legs again.

"What?" Mat asked, barely getting the word out as she surprised him with a long stroke and her lips attaching to his neck. She pulled back to look at him with a smile on her face.

"Always thought dicks were kinda funny looking, but yours is kinda pretty," she grinned, loving the disbelieving smile that spread on his lips.

"Pretty?" he repeated her compliment in a question.

"Yeah, pretty," she confirmed, cheekily. She gave him a couple more thugs before Mat reluctantly placed his hand on top of hers. He didn't want her to stop, not at all, but he knew that it was necessary.

"Never heard that one before," he chuckled, slowly taking her hand away from where he wanted it, moving it to his side as he lowered himself down to lay on top of her. Though both still smiling, Mat pressed his lips to hers, immediately opening his mouth to let their tongues meet in a searing kiss. Emma moaned into it as he finally pushed himself against her bare heat, his hand disappearing between their bodies to place a thumb on her clit, moving it in circles while they slowly made out.

"Need you inside me," she pleaded in between kisses. Her nails running down the back of his head to his neck.

"Nothing I want more," Mat mumbled against her mouth, pulling away.

"I have a condom in my bag," Emma told him, pointing to the the little black bag that was on the floor, next to her shoes.

"Do you now?" he grins, putting one foot on the floor to support himself as he reached for her black, leather bag.

"Well, I came here with a fucking agenda, didn't I?" she chuckled, almost feeling embarrassed about the things she'd told him tonight. But now was not the time to be embarrassed, not when it was all working out and turning out to be so much better than she'd anticipated.

"It's in the little pocket, with the zipper," she clarified to Mat, who was now rummaging through her purse for the promised condom.

"Got it," he smiled, holding it up like he'd won a trophy, making Emma giggle.

"Your agenda worked," he added then, bringing them back to the original topic. He handed her the condom before climbing back into position, sitting down on his knees between her widespread legs. He let one of his fingers slide down her slit.

"Not really how I imagined it to work out, though," she said, leaning up on her elbows to watch what he was doing.

"No?" he smiled, cheekily.

"The way I see it, it worked out a lot better than imagined," she said, a moan interrupting her mid-sentence, as Mat pushed two fingers into her hole. Mat's smile widened and Emma didn't really know if it was from hearing what she said or if it was because he made her moan like that. Either way, she found it intriguing and weirdly cute how he was smiling like that as his eyes moved between her face and his fingers that were moving in and out of her.

"Yeah?" he breathed, giving himself a few short strokes before that hand came back to rest on her hip.

"Yeah, and that's one hell of compliment, considering you haven't even fucked me yet," Emma told him, playful tone gone and lust clouding her eyes. Mat looked up at her, biting down on his lip.

"Fuck, Em," he groaned before he pulled his fingers out of her, making a particularly loud moan fall from her lips. She took the condom to her teeth, biting down on its edge to rip the foil open.

"Here," she breathed as she took the condom out of its packaging and clamped the top between her thumb and her index finger. Mat came closer, cursing to himself again when she took him into his hand, holding his erection in place as she positioned the condom on his tip and rolled it down his length.

"You ready?" he asked, lowering himself down between her legs - one hand coming down to wrap around his length in order to position himself at her entrance. He knew the answer she'd give, but he asked anyway.

"Yeah, please," she begged, moving her gaze from in between their naked bodies to his face, right above her. She gasped as he pressed the head to the top of her slit, letting it slide down through her arousal before pushing into her. He wanted nothing more than to get lost in her, but he needed to make sure she was alright first. He watched her as her eyes closed and her mouth fell open.

"Fuck, that feels good," she sighed, opening her eyes to see Mat smiling above her.

"Yeah? You're good?" he asked, just to confirm. A wide smile spread on her lips.

"I'm so good," she grinned, placing her hands on the back of his neck and pressing her lips to his as he finally started pushing in and out of her. Mat's lips fell apart and Emma immediately licked into his mouth. With every thrust of Mat's hips, another moan vibrated against his lips.

"You feel so good, Em," he sighed, pulling away from her lips only to bury his head between her neck and shoulder. She moaned in response while she ran her nails down his back.

"Can you go faster?" she asked him, and again she surprised Mat with how vocal she was about her needs.

"Yeah," he breathed against her neck, adjusting his position to sit on his knees with his hands planted in the mattress on both sides of her head. He rolled into her at a faster pace, watching her carefully as her eyes closed in pleasure, her mouth falling open as moans erupted from her throat with every thrust he delivered. Her fingers clawed at his chest, desperately begging for something to hold on to.

"Oh, fuck," she exclaimed when Mat grabbed onto on of her thighs and pressed it against her torso, hitting even deeper inside her. His self control was running out, though, and after a minute more or two he was getting desperate.

"Wanna try something else?" he suggested, quickly pulling out as soon as she gave her approval, giving himself as much of a break as possible without completely stopping up. Placing his hands on her hips, he flipped her around quickly - a cocky smile spreading on his lips when she gasped in surprise.

"Fuck, Mat - even that was hot," she whined, making that smile of his grow even wider as he found his position behind her.

"Yeah?" he grinned, letting his fingers slip between her legs for a little bit, rubbing at her clit for a little bit before slipping through her wet folds.

"Yeah," she confirmed, a groan erupting from her throat as he stuck two fingers into her, fingering her for a little bit while he placed kisses down her spine.

"Please, Mat," she begged him, and she if she was begging for an orgasm or for him to press back into her, he didn't know, but he did feel like he'd bought himself some time before he needed to let go.

"Yeah, baby," he hummed, grabbing her hips and pulling them up to the perfect height. He lined himself up again and pushed into her, immediately finding a good rhythm. It was apparent in her moans that he was doing something right, hitting somewhere good.

Emma found herself getting closer and closer to the feeling that she'd only gotten to experience on her own before. Something was building up in her lower stomach, begging to break free. She snaked her hand between her torso and the mattress, pressing her finger to her clit.

"You close?" Mat asked, hoping he didn't sound as desperate as he felt. He saw the hand reaching towards her centre and hoped it meant she was just trying to reach the edge.

"Yeah, so close," she whined, desperately rubbing circles on her clit as he rammed into her from behind, making her feel better than she ever had before. His fingers were surely gonna leave marks on her hips from the way he was gripping her, but neither of them minded. Moving a hand to her shoulder, Mat made sure to go as fast as he possibly could, truly tiering himself out in the quest of getting her to reach her orgasm before he did. It didn't take long before Emma's moans became frenzied, then soft and breathy.

"Did you?" Mat asked, still going at it.

"Yeah," she breathed, letting go of the pillow she'd fisted into her hand.

"Fuck," Mat cursed to himself, finally letting go and emptying his load into the condom, almost collapsing on top of her as he did. He managed to tip them both to the side, though, making sure they ended up in a sort of spooning position instead of him falling on top of her - his length still buried inside her.

"Yeah," Emma sighed, still catching her breath from the intense activity.

Mat pressed a kiss to her shoulder before he pulled out and made his way into the ensuite of the totally random bedroom they'd ended up in well over an hour ago. He covered the condom in some toilet paper and threw it in the trash before quickly washing off, both his hands and his dick. The feeling washed over him just as he was stepping back out into the bedroom again, that maybe she'd feel awkward now, or regretful, scattering around to get her clothes back on. But Emma smiled bashfully to him, still very much naked, when he came back out.

Mat pulled on his boxers before he climbed back over her and laid down next to her, almost like he did when they'd first started the conversation. Again, he thought he was incredibly lucky to be in this position, able to just look at her as she laid there on her back, completely naked and still flustered from the orgasm she'd just had. He'd had a crush on her ever since that day in late August, when she sat down next to him in class, beautiful and charming.

"Thank you, I guess," she chuckles, turning from her back to her side, to face him. Mat rolled his eyes, though smiling.

"Don't thank me, Em. Like I said, it wasn't a favour. We did it because we wanted to," he told her, staying on his back but turning his head to rest in her direction.

"I know, I know. But still, you're so respectful and nice... and safe," she trailed off, smile still on her face. She reached for his hand, only to start making little trails across the palm of his hand.

"Well, that's just how it should be," Mat explained, thinking it wasn't fair to paint him as some sort of saint. Even if he knew that it wasn't a matter of course for everyone. Well, for most guys his age. Still, he didn't feel like he'd been the hero tonight - he'd gone in to stop her from hooking up with Brownie, and then he'd ended up doing it himself. He didn't like the way that it sounded. Not that he regretted it, though.

"But it isn't," she said, "and maybe it should be expected that everyone treats girls like you do, but that's just not the way it is," she added, and Mat agreed. He decided to let it go though, just take the win that she was so willingly giving to him.

"Do you feel any different? Now that you're not a virgin anymore?" he teases, turning the conversation in a slightly different direction, making Emma laugh.

"Except for the fact that I feel fucked and satisfied, then no," she grins, making Mat smile proudly.

“I have to say it, though, I really didn’t have any ulterior motives when I pulled you away from Brownie. I didn't mean for this to happen,” he repeats what he said earlier, after a few seconds of silence. It was on his mind and kind of bothering him.

"Hey, even if you had, I'm glad," Emma smiled, wrapping her hand around his wrist and pulling him towards her.

"I didn't, but I'm glad, too," Mat agreed, the smile on his lips matching hers. He willingly followed the pull of her hand, rolling to his side. She didn't let go of his wrist before she'd successfully placed it on her waist, her fingers then trailing up his arm and coming to a stop on his bicep.

Mat's gaze wandered down her body as he took in every curve and every dip. He observed how her chest rose and fell with every breath, how thin, pale stripes stretched over her hips, all while feeling the softness of her skin under his fingers. There was a slight hitch in her breath when his thumb ran over her erected nipple.

"You're so beautiful," he hummed, looking up to meet her stare. Her smile turning up on one side, before her bottom lip disappeared between her teeth.

"Thanks," Emma breathed, finding herself leaning closer to him without even thinking about it. It was something about the way he was looking at her; he was flat out staring at her body, but the look in his eyes felt everything but predatory. She felt admired and wanted, and suddenly she was reminded of why she hadn't wanted special and meaningful - this one was gonna hurt.

Mat saw how she'd leant into him, and sensed her apprehension to press even closer in the hitch of her breath. He thought that maybe he was making it up or completely misinterpreting it, but either way he moved in closer and pressed a kiss to her shoulder.

Emma's hand fell to the back of his neck immediately. Her breath hitched again when he made a trail of kisses up her neck and his hand dropped from her hip to her ass, grabbing it lightly. He continued leaving kisses up her neck, only stopping when he reached her cheek. Their eyes met for a second, just long enough to share a smile before he pressed his lips to hers again.

Even if Mat was grabbing her ass and Emma was raking her fingers through his hair, their kisses didn't get too heated. Mat pressed himself closer to her, and Emma moved her leg to rest over his. Neither of them were trying to initiate another round of sex, but both enjoyed the way their tongues slid against each other and how their naked bodies felt pressed together, just exploring.

"Oh, Mat," Emma sighed as she slowly tore away from the kiss, his fingers playing with her nipple and his thigh firmly pressed between hers. She rolled to her back, giddy smile on her lips.

"Emma," Mat smiled, letting his hand fall to a rest on her middle. She bit her lip again, eyes falling from his face to his chest, to the tent in his boxers. Mat followed her gaze as well, grinning when their eyes met again.

"Can you blame me?" he asked, making Emma laugh.

"Nah, I would've had a boner right about now, too, if I had a dick," Emma grinned.

"Oh, yeah?" Mat asked, touching her knee.

"Yeah," she breathed, letting her knees fall apart. She looked at him with an invitation, biting her lip when his fingers ran up the inside of thigh - a gasp sounding from her throat when his fingers finally hit her wet slit. Mat cursed to himself when he felt what he'd done to her, soon hearing breathy moans coming from her lips as he played with her. She moaned louder when two fingers finally slipped inside her.

Mat managed to make her come again, only using his fingers this time. Emma felt like she was on cloud nine when they eventually redressed. She was beaming when they made their way over to the locked door, hair finger brushed and mascara carefully wiped from under her eyes. Her phone was buzzing in her purse as Laura had been calling her once at least every three minutes for the last fifteen.

"Hey, you know," Mat started, stopping her by grabbing both her hands. He moved his hands to her hips and pulled her into him, leaning down to be able to press a deep kiss to her lips. He took a step or two forward, until Emma's back hit the wall.

"we've still got all summer," he went on, kissing her once more - this time with tongue. Emma rested her head back against the wall as she looked up at him, biting down on her lip as she took in what he just said. Mat thought maybe he'd gotten ahead of himself when she finally answered by wrapping her arms around his neck and stepping up on her toes, mumbling yeah against his lips as she kissed him even deeper.

This one was going to hurt, probably more than she thought it would - just not yet.

#how did this become a fucking slowburn #I am so confused right now #and insane for doing this #literally spent three days where I have taken time off work to rather do this than write my fucking exam #well enjooy #mat barzal smut #mat barzal fanfiction #mat barzal #mat barzal imagine #new york islanders #hockey smut

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