That The Powerful Play Goes On,

elsinore-rose asked: Matt/Kaz, a declaration.

we the people, in order to form a more perfect union // matt ‘n kaz

“You absolutely, without any right to say otherwise, are going to shag me senseless right now.”

Karen looked Matt dubiously up and down. 

“I want you to know that if you were covering your naked body with anything other than an engagement ring box right now, that declaration would be completely false.”

They would never be able to tell the kids how they got engaged.

elsinore-rose asked: So Ester is refusing to write another jealous!Matt fic for me. (BECAUSE SHE IS THE WORST.) You should write one instead. You should write a sexy Jealous!Matt story. Right now. *prompt* *prompt*

punk rock manners // matt ‘n kaz

Even though the dance floor was dimly lit and packed to the brim with people, he could still see her through the haphazardly yet rhythmically moving bodies. It had been his idea to go to a club in the first place, and now he was seriously regretting it. Among the throngs of “hip young people” as he had called them earlier (and Karen had subsequently rolled her eyes and called him “an old geezer in a humanoid giraffe’s body”), they were virtually unrecognizable - these kids were not their show’s clientele. So as he stared from the bar, looking up from his drink through dark lashes, at Karen’s bright hair dancing a paso double just a few meager yards away, there was no one to stop him with an autograph request, no one to distract him. His only occupation was to watch her, swaying her hips and tossing her head back as in though in the throes of ecstasy.

And then he saw who she was dancing with, and he knew he had to have her. 

Matt had always been the type of person who hated loud ruckus. The type of person who would turn the music down while he was making a turn, or parking, or looking for a house number, so he could “see better”. The type of person who would rather fiddle around his house in his silk socks waltzing aimlessly to classical music than be where he was at that moment: at a darkened London club, where bass music was flowing through speakers just as freely as the vodka and sodas kept flowing into his cup. He wasn’t drunk, not yet, anyway, but the sight of Karen was making him feel appropriately woozy. 

It was his idea to go to the club in the first place. “Matt,” Karen had said, crinkling her nose at him. “You hate that sort of thing. Too, you know, whomp-whomp-whomp-whaaaaamp-dooosh for you.” She had mimicked a bass drop with her voice and grinned at him, and it was that grin that made him want to prove her wrong. Wipe that knowing smile off her face. He could be surprising. He could be unpredictable. So they went. And there she was, in that skin tight red dress that somehow didn’t clash with her hair in the least, eyes shut tightly as she threw her body about to the punk-esque music. 

But that wasn’t what bothered him. Sure, the sight of her, all fluid limbs and parted lips and rhythmic gyrating and slightly sweaty and - yes, he should say, all of that certainly made him grip his cup a little tighter and grit his teeth a little harder. It was who was next to her that made some kind of fire light up within him. He had never taken Arthur for the clubbing kind of man, and yet there he was, his hands placed on Karen’s hips, his body using hers as a metronome. Matt watched, as though witnessing an enthralling but horrid accident, as Arthur’s stubbly chin leaned momentarily against her shoulder, a gesture that was too intimate an embrace for Matt’s liking. She was his, and Arthur knew that perfectly well. Or so Matt thought, until he saw Arthur’s hands move from Karen’s hipbones to fully around her waist, tugging her into a kind of backwards hug that placed Arthur’s hips flush against hers. Matt’s mind went white after that; the last conscious thought he clearly remembered was Look at how she’s moving her hips against his before he was pushing his way through the dance floor.

By the time he got through to them, they were sweaty and leaning into one another, not out of affection, but out of fatigue. Matt grabbed Karen’s wrist, forcing her to open her eyes and look at him in surprise. “Matt!” She yelped, but he was already leading her off the floor. Arthur, confused, had stopped moving entirely, and merely watched them leave. Matt would swear later that he saw the bastard smirk, but they would make up. Eventually.

The area outside the bathrooms, wallpapered in lush red with black fleur de lis, was empty when he dragged her into the hall. Flushed and mildly embarrassed, Karen pushed a lock of hair out of her face and pulled her arm away from his grasp.

“Matt, what the hell’re you-“

She would’ve finished the sentence, but she was finding it hard to speak as Matt pushed her up against the wall and savagely thrust his mouth against hers. She had seen him worked up before - oh, had she seen him worked up before - but never like this. When he pulled away from her, his pupils were dilated and his eyes serious and driven. She let out a tiny noise from the back of her throat, as though she was frightened but gratefully so, and it was as though the flood gates were opened. He seized her, pressing his body against hers with such ferocity that she thought she might actually go through the wall behind her, and began to ravage her with his lips and hands. Karen could hardly keep track of his hands and lips and … other appendages as he ground his body against hers - one hand was pushing her hair off her neck, the other was at one moment at her breast and, at the next, pushing her dress up over her hips and plunging it’s way under her panties. His lips, meanwhile, were biting hers, working their way down to bite and suck at her neck, which would surely be red and purple the next morning. 

He didn’t look up from the soft hollow under her chin where he had just placed a hickey as he growled against her chin, “Mine.” 

A shiver shook through Karen and she instinctively rolled her hips against his. “Yours.” She whispered, partly in disbelief and partly in pure pleasure, achingly willing him to continue. The wavering moan of her voice set him off again, hoisting her up so that her legs were wrapped around his waist and their lips were feverishly dueling with one another’s for supremacy. Before she knew what was happening, Matt had maneuvered them into the bathroom and locked the door behind them, leaving them pressed against the door and all alone. 

The top of Karen’s dress had come completely unhooked, exposing her upper half, while her panties were by this time down to her ankles, and Matt’s fingers working inside her. She arched her back and made a sort of vocalized gasp, the kind of noise one doesn’t know they can make until they make it. And good God, did he know how to make her make noise. “Mine.” He growled against her breast, leaving mark after mark on the porcelain skin. “Mine,” He thrust his fingers into her entirely, then pulled away entirely. “Mine,” And again. “Mine.” And again, until she was incoherently making sounds and curling and uncurling her hands in his damp hair. By the time he had worked his way out of his jeans and knickers and, painfully hard after all this time, thrust into her, she was the mental equivalent of a nervous system with a heartbeat, nothing more. She was working her hips against him like a maniac, her eyes dark with arousal, willing to do just about anything for release. 

And he was just as impatient as she, working himself into a quick and deep rhythm. He felt her hands claw at his back, and it propelled him to slam a thrust into her and against the door as he buried his face against her bare shoulder, biting and sucking and licking there. He knew he was close, she knew she was close, and as he worked his lips up her neck and near her ear, he whispered once more: “Mine.” His intensity sent shock waves through her, but all she could do was nod and gasp. He shook his head against her, slowing down his pace and making her whine. “Say it.” He bit the sensitive flesh just below her ear and kissed it, running his tongue against the already darkening bruise. 

“Y - yours.” She whimpered, and he began to move more quickly after what felt like the longest moment of her life. “Again.” He said, and she swore before replying, “Yours.” His pace was rapid again, and he reached a hand down to rub furiously at her clit. “No one else’s. Say it again,” he groaned, “Say it.” “Yours. Yours. Yours.” Her moaned, exalting cry was in time with him now, and he kissed her, animalistic and rough, before looking her in the eyes and firmly asserting, “Mine.” A final flick of his finger and what must’ve been the deepest thrust Karen had ever felt sent her spiraling into release, half-moaning and half-screaming, “Yours! Yours! Oh, god, yours. No one else’s. Yours.” He followed her, biting her lip to keep from yelling, and they collapsed against the door, entirely spent.

After a moment of hazy-eyed recuperation, Matt looked over at Karen: disheveled hair, dress bunched up around her waist, legs akimbo, sweaty and relaxed. They smiled at each other.

“We still have to drive Arthur home … “

Maybe they wouldn’t leave the bathroom for a while.

elsinore-rose asked: Matt/Kaz, elaborate footsie.

we lurk late // matt&kaz

“Matt, that is not the leg you think it is. Take your rhinoceros print silk socks off my upper thigh.”

“… Sorry, Steven.”

Matt ‘n Kaz

lawfulgoodpaladog asked: I REALLY LIKE THIS "TRY TO COME UP WITH A PROMPT THAT ISN'T SEXUAL" GAME. How abouuuut... Matt/Kaz, "Why are you wearing a hairnet?" /random

Defy The Stars // Matt ‘n Kaz

“Karen. What is this?” Matt asked suspiciously. “And why are you wearing a … is that a hair net?”

“It’s a fancy one.” Karen said, put off. Wrinkling her nose at him, she  gathered his hands in hers and pulled him onto the balcony of their hotel room with her. “Remember when you said you wished we had the chance to play Romeo and Juliet, because you love the play so much and think we’d be so good?” Her eyes twinkled, preceding her laugh.

“Yeah?” He prodded, waiting for her obvious oncoming reveal.

“Well, I thought, to be, you know, cute, and surprise you, I’d dress up as Juliet, and look! We have a balcony and everything, and maybe you could … I don’t know, quote Shakespeare at me?” She batted her eyelashes at him coquettishly, a blush admittedly rising to her cheeks ever so slightly.

And he had to admit, she looked good. Her ginger hair was all pulled up and back into her “fancy hairnet”, but for one shock of red hanging down and curling gracefully parallel to her nose. The corseted yet still modern dress she wore was intriguing, too - especially the fact that it was surprisingly sheer in some places. 

“Kaz … ” Matt said as he wrapped his lanky arms around her. She giggled. 

“Yeeees?” She gazed up at him with all the drama and allure of a 1950’s movie star. 

“You do know that play was all about sex, right?” He pushed the strand of free hair behind her ear gently and cupped her face in his hands.

“I am aware of that, yes.” She nodded slightly and smiled up at him, suddenly too happy for many words.

“‘Did my heart love till now?’” Matt murmured, pulling her even closer and letting his eyes ravenously eat up her delicate face. “‘Forswear it, sight.” He pulled her in and kissed her deeply, feeling her body relax under his arms. He turned her so that her back was to the sunset unfolding behind them, stepping so they were half inside, half outside. He pressed his lips to her forehead. “’ For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.’” 

His fingers found the lacing of her corset, and they nimbly began to pull at the stays, loosening her bodice, and she giggled.

“Oh Romeo, Romeo. Make love to me, my Romeo?” She bit her bottom lip just so, and he melted. Her bodice fell away from her body, and his hands mapped her bare, flawless skin. 

“‘Juliet wills it so.’” He whispered, his hands finding the curve of her breasts, his thumbs running gently over the exposed skin there. She sighed under his touch, and kissed him, her hands knotted in his shirt. 

“This wasn’t so silly an idea after all, huh, Romeo?” She said softly and teasingly against his lips. He didn’t answer, only picked her up - to Karen’s utter and pleasant surprise - and carried her to the bed.  

elsinore-rose asked: CHALLENGE ACCEPTED. Matt/Kaz, giving birth.

This Is Weird, Even For You // Matt ‘n Kaz 

“You have got to be kidding me.” A pregnant Karen stood in the middle of their bedroom, her arms crossed against her recently engorged chest, tapping her foot and shaking her head in incredulity. 

“I don’t know what it is about it!” Matt cried, pacing around the room as was his nervous custom.

“You’re actually telling me right now, that birthing class turns you on?” Karen placed one hand over her slightly rotund belly, which was just beginning to really show signs of her condition. “Really? Honestly, Matt? You’ve been turned on by a lot of weird things before - like that time in the hot tub -“

“That water jet was really sensual, okay, don’t be weird about it.”

” - But there is absolutely nothing, and I mean nothing, sexy about practicing giving birth.” She gave a frustrated little screech and sat down on the edge of the bed, watching the father of her child stupidly try to explain himself.

“It’s not the giving birth that turns me on, Kaz, it’s the whole … thing! It’s you! I mean, you know I think you’re sexy like this - “

“Oh yeah, because bloating and fat ankles is what really makes men want a good shag.” Karen rolled her eyes as she absentmindedly stroked her belly. 

“You have a glow about you, Kaz, I’ve told you that. But it’s not just that, I mean … well, listen, you’re not going to like hearing this.” He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck with one hand as Karen’s eyes narrowed into slits.

“What are you about to tell me, Matthew?” He walked towards her and stood between her thighs, kissing the knuckles of her hands and up her arm as he spoke, keeping his eyes half on her pale skin and half on her suspicious eyes.

“It’s just that - when we’re in the birthing class and all - and we do those - exercises, you know - the breathing ones - it’s nothing to be - embarrassed about, it’s just - the face you make when we do the - deep breathing - ” He was kissing her collarbone now, despite the fact that she was leaning farther and father back the closer he got to his point. ” - It’s the same face you make when you - orgasm.” 

“It’s WHAT?!” Karen shrieked, grabbing his chin and pulling him up to look at her face to face.

“And, I mean, also, the noises you make … “ 

“What about the noises I make?” She demanded. 

“On the exhaling, it’s the same noise that you make, I mean, right after you … finish.” He ducked his head as she reached up a hand to smack him. 

“What do you mean, the noise I make after I finish?!” 

“It’s that contented little sigh in the back of your throat … it’s kind of , I dunno, vocalized too, and it’s very, very sexy. So when I hear it, in birthing class, and your legs are all spread wide like that and your face looks like that I just … I don’t know, what do you want me to say, Kaz?!” His hands were drifting towards her blouse buttons and her inner thigh, his last ditch attempt at persuading her not to bludgeon him with her baby name books as he slept. She stared at him, dumbfounded, then sighed.

“If I weren’t fucking out of my mind with horny-ness right now, you would be in serious shit with me, you know that, don’t you?” 

With a victorious little “Ha!”, Matt kissed her deeply and finally slid his hand entirely between her thighs, and she gasped.

“But I want you to know, this might be really, really similar to hate sex.”

“Fair enough.”  

Testing The Waters // Matt ‘n Kaz

“Alright, we’re ready whenever you two are.” An entire crew of people were staring at the only two people in the room clad in spandex wet suits. Matt and Karen shivered.

“You’d think wet suits would keep you warm. They’re supposed to keep you warm in the water, aren’t they?” Karen’s teeth chattered as she spoke. 

“Unfortunately, Kaz, as you may notice, we’re not in water right now.” Matt rubbed his hands against his arms and ducked as Karen swatted at him.

“Shut up, you. This is all your fault anyway.”

“My fault?” 

“Yes! If you hadn’t insisted that the ‘fans want to see the swimming pool in the library’ we wouldn’t have to do this stupid scene!”

“Oi, it is not stupid! All we have to do is jump into the water, come back up, and we’re done. All done, love.” Matt wrapped his arms around Karen from behind, tucking his nose under the side of her chin. “And might I add, you look really, very sexy, what with all your curves and womanly-ness showing.” 

“Maaaatt, stop it! Get off, get off, get off.”

“Don’t mind if I do.”

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Anonymous asked: Matt x Kaz, having to watch the numerous kissing takes of Alex and Matt while telling herself it obv. wasn't a real wedding and why did she care?

It Was Only A Kiss (It Was Only A Kiss!) // Matt ‘n Kaz

It was one thing to watch on the monitor from just off set, and another thing entirely to have to watch it over, and over, and over again, right in front of her, close enough to touch. Close enough to stop it, if it had really bothered her, but it didn’t. Of course it didn’t. Why would it bother her? It was just acting. And they were all actors. And none of it was real, anyway.

Never mind the fact that Alex and Matt seemed to kiss with more passion than Karen had ever seen on a children’s television programme before. Never mind the fact that Steven’s been having them do it a thousand times over, from different angles, with different lighting, and the kicker: with different direction, so that each kiss was extra long, extra passionate, extra sensual. It left a bitter taste in her mouth. But not because she cared for him, no, of course not, that’d be stupid of her. It’s only because her kiss with him wasn’t a show stopper like Alex’s. She was just a wee bit jealous of the screen time their kisses always got, that’s all. That’s all!

But then Matt started going through the wedding scene for the umpteenth time, and visions of matrimonial bliss started waltzing through her head. She could see a form hugging lace dress and him in a silly cockamamie tux with a bow tie, and lilies in her bouquet, and a really fairy-tale type kiss when the preacher finally gave them the go ahead, and - wait, this was ridiculous. Matt was just a friend. And it’s not like he’s really getting married to Alex. Even though they do look awfully cozy while waiting to go on some times.  But it didn’t bother Karen. Didn’t bother her at all. 

After shooting was finally over for the day, Karen bolted from the set like an antelope and hunkered down in her trailer before gathering her keys and opening her trailer door with a grumble to leave. But her departure was stopped by a body in her doorway. A particularly gangly body with floppy teak coloured hair and big stupid doe eyes. 

“Hey, Kaz, erm, listen. I was wondering if you’d like to get dinner with me tonight. Like, get dinner with me. Like, erm, a date, I suppose, if you want to call it that. Because I want to call it that, but not if you don’t; well, that’s a lie, I’ll still want to even if you don’t, but I respect your opinion about our relationship. I mean friendship, there is no relationship yet in the romantic sense of the word but I - ” He made a frustrated, laughing noise and ruffled his hands through his hair. “Dinner with me, Kaz?” 

So she took the opportunity to kiss him, a proper kiss, a right passionate one. And he took the opportunity to be completely flabbergasted when she pulled away and said, “I’ll just grab a jumper.” 

As she walked back into the trailer, he could have swore he heard her mutter under her breath. “Suck it, Kingston.”

WARNING: Angst angst angst. Hurt/comfort, and AU, I guess. I just apologize in advance.

Her hazel eyes fluttered open, then flew open with a bracing jolt of panic. And in the moment between her eyelids parting and her pupils dilating with shock and fear, he heard everything that had haunted him for the past four months pour out onto the cold tile floor and flood the room around them. Can’t be sure when she’ll wake up, if she’ll wake up. Can’t be sure what she’ll remember. May not remember what happened. May not remember who she is. May not remember who you are. If she’ll wake up. If she’ll wake up.

He couldn’t be sure if she saw him before she bolted upright and felt the puckered scar along the side of her head, but he knew positively that as she screamed and the metallic beeping of her heart rate monitor shot to a frantic crescendo, her eyes locked with his, and for a moment he felt all will to live drain out of his body. 

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Anonymous asked: Matt x Karen. Scratching.

I Don’t Even Own A Cactus // Matt ‘N Kaz

“Matt?”

“Hm? Yeah?”

“Maybe this is an indelicate question, I don’t know, but, erm … should we be concerned that there are bright red scratches all over your back and shoulders?”

The befuddled costume team blinked up at a naked-from-the-waist-up Matt, who thought he was merely getting fit for some zany Christmas Special costume, not getting a medical examination.

“I - no, don’t, it’s fine - “

“Is that a bite mark?”

“I’m quite alright, I swear, I just … ran into my cat. And my pet cactus. Both of which were not to pleased to see me … invading their personal space … rather violently, it seems.” He nervously ran one hand through his hair and gestured profusely with the other.

” … Try to watch where you’re going from now on, yeah? We’ve only got one real doctor on set that doesn’t travel in a blue box and we’d like it if she didn’t have to bandage you in order for us to put a shirt on you without any howls of pain.”

/ / Later / / 

“I can’t believe you scratched me!” Matt cried out, as Karen stifled giggles and pulled the blankets over her head to try and divert him from her laughter.

“I can’t believe they called you out on it!” She gasped through peals of laughter that were nearly shaking the bed frame. “What did you tell them?!”

“I told them I, I don’t know, ran into my cat! And a cactus! That doesn’t even make sense!” He was pacing around the bedroom in nothing but his boxers, harried and gesturing wildly again.

“And let me guess - they absolutely believed you!” Karen snorted, kicking her feet like a child as she laughed uproariously. 

“They did! I can’t even believe you scratched me that hard-“ 

Karen poked her head out from under the blankets, her gleeful smile turned seductive and playful.

“Well, it’s a rare occasion that anyone has ever made me feel that much-“ 

With an equally playful smile, Matt jumped onto the bed and straddled Kaz over the blankets, tickling her and kissing her as she laughed. 

“Oh really?”

“Eep! Stop it! That tickles!”

“Makes you feel that much, huh? So much that you have to scratch the living daylights out of my back?” He nuzzled her neck with his lips as his hands continued to tickle her. She giggled and bit her lip before pulling him back up to make eye contact.

“Like I said, it’s a rare occasion that anyone has ever made me feel that much … or made me come that hard that I just had to … well, hold on tight, and unfortunately, with nails it gets a bit … rough!” She yelped, as Matt bit down surprisingly hard on her collarbone. 

“Good news, Kaz.” He said with a gleam in his eye as he shimmied out of his boxers.

“Mmm? What’s that?” And suddenly he was under the covers with her, his naked body pressed against hers, his whisper in her ear.

“I like it rough.”