So I notice a lack of Matt/Julie fanfic and it's a shame, coz they are my favourite couple on FNL. I thought that their love was true and pure and despite the challenges that they went through, managed to ride through the storm and stay together. So this is my first fanfic for FNL and it's all Julie and Matt. Let me know if you like it (or don't :P)
Everything seemed to be going well with Julie Taylor. She had finished her semester at her college in Texas before deciding to transfer to Chicago to be with Matt Saracen. Sure there were a lot of hiccups in the past year. She had made an error in judgement and slept with her TA in college. She liked him, but she knew she didn't love him. It was her way of forgetting Matt after he left her without so much as a goodbye. It was her way of forgetting what they had together. She would have continued going in the downward spiral if it hadn't been for her TA's wife slapping her in front of her college mates and calling her a slut.
She had driven home to Dillon then, telling her parents that she needed a break, hiding the truth from them, until her mom figured it out and talked some sense into her. She was grateful for having her mom in her life. She always knew what to say even in difficult situations. She had promised her mom that she would head back college. But she broke that promise. Instead she drove to Chicago and after driving around in circles, found herself showing at Matt's door. He was surprised to see her, but she could his eyes lighting up at the sight of her. She missed seeing that light. They had pretended to be nothing more than friends. She slept on his bed and he slept on the couch. He was trying hard not to tell her how he truly felt, that he missed her during their time apart, that he needed her in his life. It was only when they were walking back from dinner with his friends and talking about how great his life was in Chicago that she opened up to him. She told him that she missed him and felt that she didn't fit in his life anymore. That was when he kissed her, catching her by surprise.
"I've been wanting to do that ever since you showed up at my door," he breathed against her lips. He looked into her eyes, uncertain if he was making a mistake, fearing that it would drive her away. And then she leaned in and kissed him, and he knew that he didn't want to lose her again.
They spent the night together, kissing and feeling their bodies close to each other. They made love slowly, savouring each moment. He loved the sounds she made, her moans, her sighs, showing him that she wanted him. And God did he want her. He could hear a sob rising in her throat as he entered her, watched her close her eyes in ecstasy as he brought her to new heights. And when they were both spent, she laid down in his arms and they talked about nothing and everything. And in between their conversation, he would lean down and kiss her. Sometimes behind her ears where he knew was her weak spot. She would moan and twist her head so she could kiss him. And when they kissed, it felt like electric currents were surging through her, and her body felt alive again.
She loved making love to Matt. He was the person she lost her virginity to. He was gentle with her, turning her on with his every touch. He would run his fingers along the length of her body, stopping at her breasts before touching her nipples, making her gasp. And when he kissed her nipples, she felt as if she had died and gone to heaven. His suckling making her moan and gasp until she felt she would lose her breath. And he didn't stop there. Still nipping at her nipples, he would trail his fingers down the curve of her body and stop just inches from her folds, teasing her until she begged him not to stop. And then he eased a finger into her, making her arch her body in ecstasy. She was wet like he knew she would be. They had abandoned their clothes a long time ago and he could see spots on his sheet from his wetness. The first time they made love, he was slow and gentle. This time there was a bit more urgency, as if he couldn't wait to be united with her. He felt her hand trailing down and grabbed his manhood, making him groan.
"Julie, oh God Julie, you have to stop that," he gasped and stilled her hand. When he felt himself being in control again, he continued sliding his fingers up and down inside her, making her gasp over and over until she screamed his name. And when she opened her eyes and looked at him and said, "I want you Matt. I want you inside me. Please." It was all the encouragement he needed. He parted her legs and pulled her closer to him. She felt him at her entrance and closed her eyes. And as he entered her, she arched her back and bucked her hips, encouraging him to go deeper. And when he withdrew before burying himself again inside of her, she was practically begging him not to stop. He kept thrusting into her while at the same time alternating between kissing her lips and her nipples, until he drove her to the edge, making her scream his name, "Oh God Matt! Oh God!" Only then did he let himself go, spilling his seeds inside of her and saying her name over and over again, like a mantra.
They had slept in each other's arm that night. He didn't want to let her go. Not again. In the morning, he woke up first and smiled down at the sleeping face next to him. He pushed a tendril of hair gently from her face and kissed her forehead. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled at the face that greeted her.
"Good morning," he whispered.
"Good morning," she replied, almost shyly. He kissed her tenderly on the lips. "Tell me you've missed me," she said.
He smiled. "I've missed you,"
She looked down at his chest and said, "Matt, I need to tell you something."
And that was when she told him about her relationship with her TA. He felt as if he was being choked. But to her face, he told that it was alright, that they had broken up and he was in no position to judge her. He spent the day replaying the conversation he had with her, how she got involved with her TA, how it all boiled down to how much she missed him. And when they sat down for dinner, he told her that he couldn't be her safety net anymore.
"I can't be your safety net anymore," he said. And in that instant, she knew that he was right. But he had always been the person that she could rely on, the one she could turn to, and this time he was turning her away. To say that it had hurt was an understatement. She had packed up her things that night, all the time aware of his eyes watching her. They had slept together, although he had made no move to touch her.
When morning came, he loaded her bag in her car, telling her where to go to fill up her tank. She thanked him and said that she needed to get out as soon as possible to avoid the morning traffic. That hurt, but he knew he was the one who shot her down. She hugged him, inhaling his scent that was so achingly familiar to her. She swallowed a sob and pulled away. "Bye Matt," she said softly before getting into her car. She backed her car up before slowly driving away, and in that moment he knew that he couldn't lose her again. He chased after her car, shouting her name, "Julie! Wait!"
She looked in her mirror and saw him running, and pulled her car to a stop. He opened the door and pulled her to him and whispered in her ear, "It's gonna be okay. We're gonna be okay."
She nodded, tears streaming down her face. He was hers and she was his. "I love you," he said and kissed her deeply.
"I love you too," she said.
"Now go," he said. "Call me when you get there ok?" She nodded. He kissed her one last time and let her go. She did call him that night, and they had spoken on the phone every day since then, never letting the bond between them break. He managed to persuade her to finish off her semester at college and move to Chicago with him. Convincing her was the easy part. Convincing Coach Taylor was another matter altogether. That man always managed to make him shake in his boots. It was only when Mrs. Taylor persuaded him that he relented.
It had been six months since she had settled down in Chicago with Matt. She had loved the city, like she knew he would. She loved coming home to Matt everyday. She loved arguing with him about dinner every night. She insisted that they didn't eat meat and he refused every single time. She loved going to bed with him every night and waking up with him every morning. She loved how every time he touched her, it ignited her every senses, keeping both of them up all night exploring each other again and again. She thought she had the perfect life, until a month ago.
He suddenly became quiet around her and she couldn't figure out why. They would sometimes go out with his friends and she could see that he had come alive again, talking to their friends and laughing at their jokes. He seemed especially comfortable around a girl, Claire was her name. She didn't ask him about it, afraid of what she might hear. To be honest she was in constant fear of him changing his mind about her. She was in Chicago, having upped her life and moved in with him, and if he were to leave her, she didn't know what she would do.
One night they were going out for dinner with their friends, and Claire was there. Everything appeared to be normal until the time came for them to leave. They were saying their goodbyes and she saw Claire hugging him from the corner of her eye. She could see that he was whispering something in her ears, although he couldn't make out what he was saying. She saw Claire smile widely and pulled him close before parting.
"Everything alright?" she asked as he put his arms around her shoulder as they walked home.
"Yeah, everything's great," he said with a smile. They walked in silence all the way home, making only small talks every now and then. When they got home, he suddenly said, "hey listen, I'm gonna be away for a couple of nights next week, if that's okay with you."
"Oh? Where are you going?" she asked nonchalantly, although her heart drummed with fear.
"I'm gonna stay with Nate. We have a project that we need to finish together. It's part of our assignment at school." She nodded. She knew that sometimes he was involved in art projects as part of his curriculum in school.
"Will you be okay without me?" he asked. "I know that you can't sleep without my hot body next to you," he said in jest.
She giggled. "Don't flatter yourself," she said, and suddenly she felt as if things were back to normal, that he loved her and only her. He turned her around so she faced him and circled her waist with his arms.
"Are you sure?" he asked and leaned his forehead against hers.
"I'm sure," she said. "And you and Nate are gonna rock the socks off that assignment." He grinned. "So what's the assignment anyway?"
He seemed to take his time to answer, which she found weird. "Well, you know, we have to do a sculpture."
"Oh? What kind of sculpture?" she asked as she disentangled herself from him.
He scratched his head. "It's an abstract theme. We haven't figured out what we're gonna do yet."
"Oh ok," she said and went quiet. She didn't want to push him into telling her more when he obviously didn't want to.
He saw that she was thinking about what he said. He hated having to lie to her, but this was something he needed to do. He hoped that she would forgive him for what he was about to do next week. When they got home he sat on the bed and watched her as she walked into their bathroom to get ready for bed. She hadn't spoken much after he told her about his plan to stay with Nate.
"Hey are you sure you're okay with me being away next week?"
"Yeah, sure. I mean it's just a couple of nights, right?"
"Yeah, we just need to brainstorm ideas for our project, and I can't do it here with you distracting me." He immediately regretted his choice of words.
"My presence here is distracting you?" she asked in confusion. "But you were the one asked me to move here with you."
"Julie, I didn't mean it that way."
"Matt, what's going on?" She came out of the bathroom, all dressed up for bed. He saw that she was in her blue silk teddy, the one that he got for her to celebrate her first night in Chicago.
His mind raced to find an answer. "I mean you being dressed up all sexy like that is kinda distracting."
"Oh my God Matthew Saracen. I will not be parading in my sexy lingerie when Nate is here," she said indignantly.
"Well, you'd better not," Matt said. He got up and placed his hands on her small waist. "This is for my eyes only." He kissed her softly, hoping that it would make her forget about the conversation. It worked.