It's funny how the relationship she's built with a man older than she would've imagined herself being attracted to in a place that is little short of an actual, living nightmare is easily the healthiest relationship Lydia's ever had. It's also the most mutually beneficial. With Jackson, she felt like she was always giving, giving, giving and receiving little in return beyond the ability to maintain her popularity. That had been important at the time; now, it just seems trivial. With Aiden, it had been purely physical. Lydia can admit that to herself now, she hadn't ever really loved Aiden. She'd felt the loss when he'd died so profoundly that she assumed it must have been love, but in retrospect, she knows now it was grief. She cared about Aiden a lot, but she hadn't been in love with him.
Matt gives as much as he takes. He makes her feel beautiful and smart and special and when they're together, Lydia feels like she can accomplish anything. Maybe that's why all of her growth in the Alpha Complex came after Matt moved into the room she used to share with Dick. Matt makes her...better, somehow.
A surprised sort of moan escapes her when Matt grabs her backside to lift her up on her toes a little and she grins wickedly into the kiss before lifting one leg to hook her knee around his waist. She doesn't mean for him to try to pick her up while they're in the shower; that would be dangerous. But she opens her body to him with the movement, all the same. It's easier for him to feel the heat building between her legs if his body is between them. It's easier for her to feel the effects she's having him, too. "I think you should, bae. I also think that we're probably going to wind up dirtier after the shower than we were before it," she teases playfully, a little smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth.
They have all night to be sexy, though, she thinks, so Lydia lets her leg drop back down again and reaches for the shampoo. "Let's...do the shower thing and then do this thing after?" she offers, looking up at him through her eyelashes and moving her free hand to feather her fingers absently up and down his spine.
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Matt gives as much as he takes. He makes her feel beautiful and smart and special and when they're together, Lydia feels like she can accomplish anything. Maybe that's why all of her growth in the Alpha Complex came after Matt moved into the room she used to share with Dick. Matt makes her...better, somehow.
A surprised sort of moan escapes her when Matt grabs her backside to lift her up on her toes a little and she grins wickedly into the kiss before lifting one leg to hook her knee around his waist. She doesn't mean for him to try to pick her up while they're in the shower; that would be dangerous. But she opens her body to him with the movement, all the same. It's easier for him to feel the heat building between her legs if his body is between them. It's easier for her to feel the effects she's having him, too. "I think you should, bae. I also think that we're probably going to wind up dirtier after the shower than we were before it," she teases playfully, a little smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth.
They have all night to be sexy, though, she thinks, so Lydia lets her leg drop back down again and reaches for the shampoo. "Let's...do the shower thing and then do this thing after?" she offers, looking up at him through her eyelashes and moving her free hand to feather her fingers absently up and down his spine.