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"Oh, absolutely horrible." Trixie teased, listening to his suggestion lightly. "I'd rather not go home just yet, wherever is fine." She shrugged. She gave him a slight embarrassed blink as he moved her hand, and she tensed slightly. "Sorry." She muttered, letting her hand rest in his. She raise her eyebrows at his next comment, letting out a slight laugh. "That's what you're concerned about? Me having to talk to her, rather than her seeing me walk into your house... with you?" She smiled.
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"Well in that case we'll keep that off the cards completely" He smiled, dragging the steering wheel to the side to set off from the exit. He frowned at her apology, staring at the road ahead. "Don't be sorry. I just need to be able to see to drive" he said quietly, unable to get out the actual reason he brought her hand down from his hair. If he was able to let her know he loved it, he one hundred percent would. "Yes. I don't exactly care about what she thinks, i care about what she'll say to you" he said, only realising how that could come off as he started his next sentence. "but seriously where do you wanna go? mine or somewhere else?" he asked, his gaze locking on hers briefly.
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"Right." Trixie nodded lightly, settling her hand lightly on his leg in hopes he would be fine with it. She raised her eyebrows at his next comment. "I promise you, I'm a pretty tough cookie. I can take whatever daddy's choice has to say." She scoffed, gently moving her thumb back and forth over his thigh. She had taken the statement as a sort of challenge, and she met his gaze lightly. "Let's head to yours."
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Matt slowed as they came to the same traffic lights they had stopped at on the way there, using the opportunity to look Trixie in the eye without getting distracted by the road. "Someone sounds sliiightly jealous" he said teasingly, twisting his body a little so he was facing her. He nodded at her decision, making sure he kept a slight eye on the lights every now and then. He looked down at her leg, in his mind toying with the decision to either kiss her on play it safe, stay his distance. Like they hadn't just gone a lot further than that. In the end he kept his distance, instead settling on tracing the back of her hand until the lights changed. Soon enough, they made it back to his. "If you just go straight through to the kitchen you can at least avoid her. Hopefully" he smiled, pulling into the parking spot on the drive.
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"Me? Never." Trixie teased, twisting and leaning slightly closer to him in turn. She sat lightly with him through the drive, listening to him with a scoff. "Alright then, lead the way. Actually, wait." She paused, leaning over the armrest and cupping his cheek in her hand. She pulled him into a deep kiss, maybe more so than she was expecting.
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Matt was about to get out, when he felt himself being stopped. Before he was actually able to react he felt her lips press gently to his, and he let himself relax into her kiss, sliding his hand onto her leg gently. He rubbed his thumb up and down her thigh, his touch soft. He would have let the kiss go on a lot longer if he didn't remember where they actually were. "we should probably head inside" he said, his voice quiet as he pulled away. Soon enough Matt had gotten out the car and was inside, waiting for Trixie to follow.
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Trixie gently slid her hand back, off his cheek so she could run her fingers lightly through his hair. She tightened her grip on his leg just slightly as he laid his hand on hers, blinking lightly to clear her head as he pulled away. "Mhm." She said vaguely, pulling her hands back and watching him get out before she did so herself. She followed him quickly, staying somewhat close at his side.
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Matt shut the door behind Trixie, making his way to the kitchen. Luckily for them both, there was no one in there so at least there was that. He placed himself on one of the stools and looked at Trixie, debating what to say. He desperately wanted to ask her if he knew her, anything along those lines but at the same time he couldn't just randomly swoop in there with a sentence like that. "So what do you propose we do here?" he asked, titling his head in question.
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Trixie glanced around curiously as they got in, trailing her hand lightly along the countertop. She shrugged at his question, focusing on him again and walking to stand in front of him. "Whatever you want to do is fine. I was thinking we could maybe talk, get to know each other." She said lightly, wrapping her arms around him. She kept one hand lifted, tentatively toying with the hair at the back of his head, since he had already pushed her off once for doing that.
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Matt nodded and smiled, this time letting her play with his hair as she wrapped her arms around him, settling his hands on her waist. "Got it. Sex first, the rest later" he joked, grabbing a glass to fill it with water. "We can do that though. Do you want a drink?" he asked, promptly filling the glass and siding it aside, re settling his hands back on her waist, locking his gaze with hers as usual.
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