Flash Fic Friday

**Let’s revisit Matt and Alex, from Hero Worship. Because I can never get enough of them. Enjoy!**

I didn’t normally sleep on my back, but sometimes in the act of turning over, the position felt so good I stayed there for a while. Of course, that invariably was the time Buffy hopped up on the bed and decided to get comfortable on my chest. I hated to move her, avoided it at all costs in fact, so if she jumped up I ended up staying in that spot until I couldn’t stand it anymore. I’d already been lying on my back for several minutes when I felt the mattress dip as she climbed up. Quickly, I turned onto my side, and Buffy waited patiently for me to be done before she stepped up onto me, turned around several times, kneaded my hip with her sharp little claws, and they finally settled down.

I gave a tiny smile, and breathed out, relaxing under her warm weight.

I felt Alex’s hand creep up my back, over my side, and then gently but firmly, nudged Buffy off of me. She moved only when she had to, then jumped off the bed with a loud thump and padded away. Alex curled is arm around me and pulled me back into him.

“Don’t know why you let the cat in here,” he muttered against the back of my neck.

“She’s used to sleeping with me. You work nights more often than not.” It wasn’t an accusation, just a statement of fact. Even still Alex stiffened for a moment before relaxing. I didn’t love sleeping without him, but he loved his job, and was a damn good paramedic. I would never deprive him of that. Even if I’d rather have him home with me at night.

Alex pulled me in even tighter. “You have me tonight. You don’t need her.” He growled a little, playing at being possessive, and nipped the back of my neck.

I grinned in the darkness, arching back, making sure my ass pushed against his groin. “She’s less bitey.”

His chuckle was wicked. “You like the biting.”

“I like to do the biting,” I corrected, breaking his hold so I could turn over and face him. He hadn’t been prepared, so even though he was slightly bigger and heavier, I was able to gain the upper hand. I had him pinned to the mattress below me in seconds, and his body when lax in my hold. I could barely make out his face in the very dim light shine through the crack int he curtains, but what I could see was full of love and lust. Just like I liked him.

I bent my head so I could get my lips on his throat. Kisses first, then biting.

Alex breathed out, tilting his chin back so I could have all the access I wanted. “Love you, Matthew Edward Carter-Sullivan.”

I moaned as I ground my hips against his . He knew how much I loved hearing my full name, hearing our last names linked together. “Someone’s looking to get fucked.”

He grabbed my face, pulling it down to his. “Always,” he said, and then kissed me hard. When he pulled back for breath, we were both panting. He kept his lips close as he added, “Doesn’t make it any less true. I love you.”

I grinned, reached for the lube, and said, “I love you too.”