The Write Match // Bill Hader

Nineteen

A/N: Thank you so much for 2k!! So glad you're enjoying the story!!

The rest of the LA trip came and went, and we're back in cold New York. It's our first week back since break and Bill and I are getting ready for work.

"I'm going to take a quick shower." I tell him and he nods. He's been quite all morning and I don't know why he's being so quite either, we had fun in LA and just because we're back in New York doesn't mean we have to forget the fun we had. I pull my pajamas from my body, turning the water on and stepping in once it's warm.

I hear his bathroom door open and pull the curtain back to see him taking a seat on the closed toilet seat.

"Are you okay?" He asks and I reach forward to wash my face.

"I'm good. Are you okay?" I ask, and hold the curtain open.

"I'm okay." He tells me and I see his lips form into a pout. "Nothing has changed." He tells me, and it's not a question anymore, he knows.

"Nothing has changed." I repeat, not sure of what to do right now, nothing has changed except me. I know how to have fun now, I know it's not going to interfere with my work, but that doesn't have anything to do with him or the fact that we're still sleeping together. "Things can change if you want them to. I can start staying in my apartment again." I tell him and he shakes his head.

"Things don't need to change. I'd rather you not stay in your apartment alone." He tells me and I smile.

"Sounds good." I say and he kisses my cheek before walking out of the bathroom. I finish showering and get a towel, wrapping it around my body before leaving the bathroom. I go to his closet, reaching for something to wear today, but I'm stopped by his hands wrapping around my waist. His lips are pressed to my neck, working down to my shoulder. He moves a hand inward, letting the towel fall freely from my body, turning me in one swift motion.

His blue eyes meet my green ones as the only piece of material covering me, falls to the floor, and the strange feeling I have in my stomach sends me to a completely different place. He pulls me to him by my waist, and his hands dance along my skin. I lift my head to meet his lips, savoring every second they touch. He walks me back to the bed.

He takes us together, taking control of the situation, something else I'm not used to. I'm always in control. I have to be in control of every touch, every move, every single kiss, every word, but I don't have to be in control right now. Everything is on him right now. This is how we communicate and I'm completely fine with that. One hand moves up my thigh to my hips, the other opens me up to him. He hasn't looked away from my eyes, and my heart is racing. I've only felt this way a few times in my life, and most of those times have been with him.

He lowers himself down to me, doing what he always does, letting us do what we do best, and I'm a mess right now. I'm stuck in a mess in my heart, and I can't decide what to focus on because I'm feeling everything. He's between my legs, moving slowly, but still full of pleasure, and I feel that more, more than I ever have. His dark hair falls in his face, the crease between his eyebrows more prominent than ever, and his eyes never leave me. I move my hand to his chest, reaching up to his head, playing with his hair. I live in this feeling, letting myself fully feel everything for the first time.

I find myself pushing his hair out of his face, so I can see more of him. He takes my hands, interlocking our fingers, pinning them to the bed.

We're complete strangers, but our bodies have know each other for years. Our breathing is in sync as we move, the pants increasing. I wonder if he feels the same right now, the same feeling in his chest.