Trixie looked quite amused at his groan, raising her eyebrows slightly. "Mm, no, I don't think I will." She teased, tracing little circular patterns on his chest and smiling as he tightened his grip on her. She knew he was avoiding eye contact, and she was either going to break him or torture him as much as possible while trying. "I like it better when you look at me, rather than the ceiling." She murmured, using her other hand to hold the side of his face as she gave him a deep kiss.

After a long, silent exhale Matt looked down at Trixie, pressing his waist into hers slightly as she kissed him yet again, placing a hand on the back of her head, his fingers running through her hair as he did so. "What are you trying to do to me" he whispered as he pulled away, though his lips quickly attatched back to hers after, as if he simply just hadnt gotten enough.

Trixie shivered ever so slightly as he pressed his waist into hers, enjoying the feeling of his hand in her hair. She gave him a smile at his words, barely managing a response before he pulled her into another kiss. "Bad things." She whispered teasingly, then adjusted so she could press the kiss slighter deeper into him.

"you're very obviously trying to torture me" Matt said quietly, slipping his hands below her lower back, shifting himself accordingly. He then said the very words he had been vowing not to say since he thought up his own rules. "scrap the boundaries" he whispered, placing his lips on her neck after the kiss, tightening his grip on her as he did so.

"Maybe." Trixie smiled, brightening signifigantly at his words. "I win." She murmured back, lifting a hand to lace through his hair as his lips touched her neck, tilting her head to give him a light kiss on his head. She gently dragged her other hand down his body, slowly.

Matt let a smile break Trixie's kiss for a split second, moving her hand to his lower stomach as she dragged it down. He very obviously knew it was a mistake, given the fact he was borderline getting kicked off the world completely, but by this point he didnt exactly care. He slid has hands up her back slowly, adjusting his position accordingly so he could move her. As he opened his mouth to speak, it was replaced with a small frown as the neon lights from earlier flashed very violently through the curtains, followed by slight footsteps. He stopped what he was doing, shielding his eyes from the bright lights.

Trixie let out a small chuckle as he moved her hand down, keeping herself in the moment and refusing to think about what would happen when he left. She slid her hand down from his hair to lay on his cheek, shifting so she was a bit farther over him. She blinked in surprise at the neon lights, but she was almost too excited to care. She dipped her head down to the other side of his neck to avoid the light, and also lay kisses slowly down his neck. "Ignore them." She murmured pleadingly. It had to be something going on in the neighborhood, right? It didn't occur to her in the slightest that they might be there for him.

Matt did his best to take Trixie's words, turning his head to avoid the bright lights, though his heart was racing. And not from her, this time. He tilted his head back at the kisses, allowing her more access, doing his best to shut out the now still moving lights, though he was failing miserably. The sound of footsteps on the gravel driveway close to the door snapped his eyes back open, and he closed his hand around Trixie's shoulder to gently push her off, sititng himself up rather quickly. "I can't" he whispered quietly, shimmying out from under her to stand up, raking a hand through his hair. He knew he was close to leaving, but he didnt think a couple drugs would actually..mae that happen? He got up and headed over to the window, his heart stopping for a brief couple of seconds after he realised what was actually outside. "You should probably leave. Out the back door or something" he said quietly, rubbing his firehead in frustration. The sound of the footsteps grew as they reached the door, and his gaze snapped away from the offciers as eye contact was made. "Leave now" he repeated, turning to look at her.

Trixie only faltered at the sound of footsteps, blinking as she got pushed off him. "Matt, what's going on?" She asked softly, moving so he could get up. She tilted her head at his suggestion, standing and walking to his side, looking up at him rather than out the window. "I'm not leaving, Matt. What-" She blinked in surprise as the police opened the door, giving Matt a panicked look, but she still didn't budge at his order. "No." She said stubbornly, staring at him.

Matt frowned at Trixie's very blatant no, leaning against the wall and setting his head back in frustration. "Please just go" He said, his tone almost pleading. If she refused to leave his side, or even act up when he was taken, she'd most likely go with him. "There'll be more of a chance of us never seeing each other again if you stay, I can at least try and get out of this if you're gone" he said, doing his best to explain as the footsteps got louder, alerting them both to the fact they were nearly up the stairs. "If you leave and turn left, you can take the outside stairs at the end of the hallway. I'll come and find you later" he said quietly.