Unintended

7:48.

I looked away from the digital readout of the clock on my cable box and hurried across the living room, shoving a bunch of books onto a shelf with some space. Normally, I wouldn't have minded the slight mess of my apartment but Matt called about an hour ago and said he would bring some Chinese and hang out at my place for a while. When he called, I was on my way home from rehearsal so I wouldn't have much time to clean up the apartment I had neglected cleaning due to my busy, irregular work schedule. I didn't have a lot of time to get things ready, considering he would be finishing up in the studio around 7:00 or so.

I had only arrived back at my apartment fifteen minutes ago and was completely flustered at the state I had left it in. I turned on my living room stereo, blasting Oasis from the speakers as I circled the room, picking things up and shoving them into hiding places. The worst thing was my dirty laundry, which was discarded all over the apartment in various places. I hurriedly grabbed all the articles of clothing and shoved them into my overflowing clothes hamper, deciding that tomorrow I needed to make some time for laundry.

After hiding some scattered papers and straightening up a bit, I headed into my bathroom to freshen up, since I looked like a mess. I combed my messy hair with my fingers, getting the major tangles taken care of before fluffing it up a bit to give it some more life. Once my hair looked somewhat satisfactory, under the time crunch, I quickly reapplied a touch of mascara and eyeliner to my eyes. I glanced over my outfit of black and white pinstriped Dickies and white short-sleeve t-shirt with a black, unbuttoned vest over that and decided that it would have to do, since I had no time to look through my wardrobe.

For some reason, I was a little nervous about Matt coming over here. Since our reunion a few days ago, I've been a little more self-conscious and worried about my appearance. Normally, I was the kind of girl that didn't really care what I had on. I could lounge around in a pastel purple and green onsie with footie bottoms and not feel embarrassed about how I looked. Now, after the awkward yet unforgettable kiss that occurred as well as our decision to remain friends, I couldn't help but want to look good for him now. I guess there was part of me that still wished he would look at me as more than a good mate, though I knew that it was impossible. We decided we would stay friends and so, friends we shall remain.

Hearing 'Morning Glory' blasting from the living room, I smiled a bit. It was one of my favorite songs of theirs, since it wasn't as overplayed as some of their other memorable singles. I nodded my head along to the music and danced my way out of my bathroom, shutting the light off as I went. I quickly made my bed and shuffled out of the room, sliding across the wood floors in my fluffy blue and green argyle socks, singing along with Liam Gallagher. I knew I looked like an idiot but since I was alone in my apartment, I didn't really care.

"Need a little time to wake up; need a little time to wake up, wake up. Need a little time to wake up; need a little time to rest your mind. You know you should so I guess you might as well. Well, what's the story, morning glory? Well, you need a little time to wake up, wake up. Well, what's the story, morning glory? Well, you need a little time to wake up, wake up," I sang loudly, using my television remote as a microphone as I twirled on the hardwood floors.

I heard loud clapping and wolf whistling from behind me, making me freeze in place and turn slowly. Matt was standing near the bar of the kitchen, clapping and smiling widely as I felt my face turn the deepest shade of crimson. I dropped my remote to the ground, shocked that he has just walked in on me making a fool out of myself, and buried my face into the back of the couch, hiding the embarrassed expression on my face. I heard him laughing over the top of the music as I pulled away from the couch and looked at him once again, my face still hot with mortification.

"Now, I know you've told me in the past that you don't have the greatest voice but I think you could actually star in a musical with those moves," Matt teased, walking closer to me.

"Get stuffed," I replied through embarrassed laughter, hiding my face in my hands.

Matt's arms encircled my body as I was pressed up against his chest in a hug. He moved one of his hands in circles against the middle of my back, comforting my embarrassment as his chuckling reverberated loudly in his chest. At that moment, I was suddenly over my embarrassment and felt myself melting into his comforting hug. Being this close to him, I was worried that he would be able to feel the thumping of my heart against my chest but luckily for me, my forearms were separating our torsos. He held me against him for a minute; still laughing a bit as I finally pulled my face out of my palms to look up at him.

"Haven't you ever heard of knocking before walking into a girl's apartment?" I asked playfully.

"And miss that wonderful performance of yours? I'm glad I decided against knocking," he chuckled, pulling away from me a bit. "Besides, you wouldn't hear my knocking over the loud music playing."

"You don't know that," I replied, fake glaring at him.

"Well next time I decide to come over here, I'll remember to knock, even if I hear loud music from the stairwell," Matt said with a grin.

We were still standing in close proximity to each other, his hands gently holding onto my upper arms as his sparkling blue eyes stared into my brown ones. At this distance, I was so tempted to touch my lips to his once more, just to experience the memory more clearly but I knew better. I didn't want to put either of us in that awkward situation again so I slowly moved away from him, walking towards the kitchen, shaking my head.

"So, you brought dinner, yes?" I asked, trying to get my mind off the thought of his lips pressing against my skin.

"Yeah, I stopped and got Chinese," he replied from behind me. "I got lots of chow mein and fried rice, just like you asked me to get," he smiled, appearing at my side as we reached the bar.

He grabbed the bag of takeout as I walked around into the kitchen to grab some plates and a bottle of wine. I handed him the plates as well as a few utensils before grabbing the wine glasses from the rack. Matt served the food onto our plates as I uncorked the red wine, pouring a good amount of it into each glass. I walked back to the other side of the bar, handing Matt his glass and picking up my plate from the counter top, leading him towards the couch.

"So, what shall we watch while we eat our dinner?" I asked, picking up the remote from the floor before sitting beside him on the couch.

"At this point, I don't really care. It's just background noise," he replied.

I grabbed the other remote for the stereo and shut the Oasis off, having enough of that before flipping on the television to find a Doctor Who marathon of the 3rd series. I recognized it as the episode where The Doctor and Martha are in New York City during the 1930s, fighting off the Daleks who have seized control over the construction of the Empire State building. I smiled seeing David's face on screen before turning to Matt, who held a similar smile upon his lips.

"Seem like the perfect Saturday night for sci-fi geeks like us," he said.

"It would've been a better Saturday in general if neither of us had to work all day," I said, taking a bite of one of the eggrolls on my plate.

"True but at least some good came from my time in the studio," Matt said with a sense of accomplishment. "We finished mastering Dom's hip-hop drum machine track today."

"Really?" I asked curiously.

He nodded, twirling chow mein noodles around his fork, "Yep. I finished writing the lyrics about a week ago and we just finished mastering it today with the final touches. I brought a copy along with me for you to listen to. I need to know what you think of it."

"Aww, you want my approval for your song?" I asked teasingly, pinching his cheek.

"Of course I do. Your opinion means a lot to me. I can at least count on you to tell me whether it's rubbish or not," he said, his voice sounding a bit anxious as he spoke.

"Alright, I'll give it a listen after dinner," I smiled, taking another bite of my eggroll. "What'd the song wind up being about?"

"You'll have to listen and see," Matt replied slyly with a grin.

"Oooh, how cryptic," I laughed.

"Anyway, since you already know a bit about my day," Matt said, changing the subject, "how was yours?"

"Tiring," I replied, taking a sip of my wine. "I'm telling you, I've never worked for a director this demanding ever in my life. I think the only way I survive throughout the day is because he seems to get on so well with Ianto."

"Is he still obnoxious about getting into your knickers?" Matt asked.

"Not so much anymore," I shrugged. "I think he realizes that it's a lost cause. Besides, as far as I know, he's still involved with Suzette and she's already unhappy with having to watch Ianto and I kiss during our scenes."

"Well, I could see why she's unhappy with that. She has to watch you snogging her boyfriend multiple times a day, every day," Matt said, his voice sounding a bit down trot compared to earlier.

"Not every day! More like every few days," I argued as he rolled his eyes at my factual information. "Besides, it's not like I enjoy it!" I said, wrinkling my nose in disgust as I thought of all the times I hate to kiss Ianto. "Given the choice, I'd much rather be kissing someone else on a regular basis than him."

"Really now?" Matt asked with amusement in his voice. "And who would be that choice then?"

"What?"

"You said given a choice, you'd much rather be kissing someone else. Who would your choice Orlando be instead of the great Ianto Marks?"

I cast my eyes down to the food on my plate, pushing the chow mein around anxiously on my plate. I wasn't sure how to answer that question, especially since Matt was my choice. I didn't want to tell him that and make things awkward so I bit my lower lip, wracking my brain for some kind of an answer other than Matthew Bellamy. I looked up at the screen, seeing David's face flash across the screen and quickly gave a false answer.

"David Tennant," I said, trying to make my voice sound casual.

Matt seemed a little surprised by my answer, looking at me with disbelief, "Really?"

"Yeah, why not? I've worked with him before and he can keep things professional," I replied with a shrug. "It's better to work with a friend who won't hit on you constantly rather than some stranger."

Matt studied me for a brief moment before a small, knowing grin appeared on his face, "You're lying. I know you. You can't lie very well."

"I'm not lying!" I stated, trying to sound convincing.

"Yes you are. Your nose twitches a bit when you lie," he said, stating my tell sign. "C'mon, just tell me the truth. Who would you choose to play your Orlando if you had the choice?"

"Why are you so curious?" I asked.

He shrugged in reply, taking a bite of his eggroll, "Just am I guess."

I looked at him curiously, wondering what he was really thinking about when he turned his attention back to the first of the two-part episode of Doctor Who. Something about his whole demeanor had changed. From the time he stepped into my apartment, I noticed that his behavior was a little bit different than usual but I figured that since I hadn't seen him in the weeks before that I had forgotten how he acted. Deciding that I shouldn't dwell too much on Matt's unusual thoughts, I decided to just finish my dinner and watch David's wonderful portrayal of The Doctor on television.

By the end of the second episode of Doctor Who, we had finished off the first bottle of wine and cracked open a second. I held my fourth glass of wine in my hand, looking at Matt once the credits on the episode began to roll. Matt looked at me as well, his eyes looking rather sleepy from his long day of work. Truth be told, I too was beginning to feel a little sleepy but I attributed that to the combination of a long day and the great quantities of wine I had consumed. By now, I felt a little tipsy but it was ok. It had been a while since I've allowed myself to have this much to drink.

"So, what should we do now?" I asked, leaning my head back against the cushions of the couch. "It's nearly ten o'clock, still rather early for a Saturday evening. Shall we carry on with the geeky marathon or should we do something else?"

"Well right now, I want you to listen to a few of the finished tracks," Matt said, setting his glass on the table and standing from the couch. "Before you completely lose your head to all that wine, I want to know what you think about the tracks."

"What songs are they?" I asked curiously, making myself comfortable on the couch.

"I've got mastered copies of 'Resistance' and 'Undisclosed Desires'," he replied from behind me.

"Ah yes. 'Resistance' is the one that's based loosely on '1984', right?" I asked as he came back into view with a CD in hand.

"Yep, that would be the one," he nodded, replacing the Oasis CD with his burnt one.

Matt took a seat beside me on the couch once again, this time, sitting closer to me than he had been earlier. The familiar electronic hum began to flow through the speakers as I shut my eyes, letting myself get absorbed into the music. It wasn't long before the keyboard, bass, and drums began their own increased rhythm, making me nod my head along to the beat. By the time Matt's deep, low singing joined in with the instruments, I couldn't help but smile at how much I liked it.

I was rather impressed with the change in their musical direction on this album. Everyone was expecting them to produce another Black Holes and Revelations after three years but instead, they took elements of that last album, some Queen, pop culture, and classical influences and combined them all into this perfect formula for creative and innovative music. I had a feeling that some people wouldn't really appreciate their new sound but I understood that, as artists, they wished to experiment and create new music as opposed to mass producing the same material over and over again. 'Resistance' was an example of one of their songs that was just slightly similar to the last album but vastly different in what musical realms they explored.

"I really like this track," I said near the end of the song. I opened my eyes and looked to Matt, only to find him staring at me with an unidentifiable emotion present in his light eyes. "I love the way you recreated Julia and Winston's relationship from the novel. You did George Orwell rather proud with your creative interpretation," I said.

"I'm glad you like that one. It's one of my favorite tracks on this album," he replied.

"So, what's this other track? Is it Dom's experimental drumming track?" I asked curiously, setting my wine glass on the coffee table.

He nodded in affirmation, "I named it 'Undisclosed Desires'."

I glanced at him quickly, flashing him a tiny smile as the slow, hip-hop drum beat began to play. As soon as I heard the beat, I fell in love with it. I shut my eyes once again, listening closely to the low, melodic singing Matt did so well. The song reminded me a lot of 'Supermassive Black Hole' with the sound. Though 'Supermassive Black Hole' reminded me a lot of the perfect kind of song to perform a striptease to, this new song evoked a kind of sexual intimacy in the rhythm of the electronic drumming and Matt's smooth voice lightly floating over the top of the music that reminded me of the brief, passionate kiss Matt and I shared weeks ago.

For some reason, I could feel a definite tension between Matt and me all of a sudden. I wasn't sure what in the atmosphere had changed so quickly but I was suddenly more aware of the sudden urge I had to kiss him. I reopened my eyes and looked at him, his eyes carefully studying my face with the same look of lust he had weeks ago. His arm was thrown over the back of the couch, fingers gently curling the ends of my hair as shivers ran down my spine. I bit my bottom lip, trying my best to think of something else aside from lunging forward but I couldn't.

My heart was beating erratically against my chest as I swallowed hard, unable to remove my gaze from Matt's. There was a type of magnetic force between us, urging our bodies closer together as I bit my lower lip. Matt pulled me so I was resting against him comfortably, his fingers lightly tracing shapes on my back as I let out a silent sigh of contentment. It wasn't long before I felt Matt's hot breath tickling my right left ear, letting out shallow breaths as my craving to kiss him grew. I shut my eyes, trying to calm myself down a bit but then, the chorus of the song began to play, expressing all the thoughts I was having at the moment.

"I want to reconcile the violence in your heart. I want to recognize your beauty's not just a mask. I want to exercise the demons from your past…"

"I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart," Matt whispered gently against my ear, his right hand lightly caressing my cheek.

I looked up at him, realizing our faces were centimeters apart and couldn't help myself anymore. I couldn't tell if it was the wine or my burning desire that fueled my actions but I couldn't stop myself. My lips ferociously crashed against his, pulling his body closer to me. He seemed stunned at first but it didn't take long for him reciprocate my actions, wrapping his arms around my waist. Our lips moved perfectly in synch with each other, his hands gently grasping at the bottom of my white t-shirt at the small of my back. I could feel his rough, calloused fingers graze the skin of my back, making me shiver at the touch.

His tongue lightly brushed against my bottom lip, begging for further access to my mouth which I happily obliged him with. He kissed me with more urgency this time, like he couldn't seem to get enough. I could understand that feeling. I couldn't get enough of him either. All the passion and lust I had suppressed around him was finally unleashed and unstoppable. I suddenly felt like a teenager once again, unable to control my overwhelming hormones or feelings. Despite the earlier agreement to keep things friendly, I had a feeling that went out the window the minute I kissed him.

His hands were slowly moving underneath my shirt to my back, his rough fingertips lightly caressing my sensitive skin as I let out a muffled moan into his mouth. He pulled his lips from mine and started kissing down my neck, from jaw line to collarbone. A shaky breath escaped my lips, my head spinning with thoughts of what would happen. My hands moved down his back, gently tugging his thin, red t-shirt up. Matt must have sensed that I wanted it off because he pulled away from me for a moment, allowing me to pull the shirt off his body and toss it aside before capturing my lips with his.

I pulled away from him briefly, looking into his lust-filled eyes and smirked. I stood from the couch, grabbing his wrist and pulling him with me towards my bedroom so we would be more comfortable. He stopped me half-way to my bedroom, leaning down and placing another gentle kiss on my lips, his hands on both sides of my face. It wasn't urgent or passionate. This kiss was a lot gentler than we had been on the couch, which was a nice change. I think he wanted to slow down my haste to get to the bedroom, which I didn't mind in the slightest. As long as he was kissing me, I swear I would've let him get away with murder.

His hands slowly moved down my shoulders and to my vest, brushing it off as I let him slide it off my body and to the floor behind me. Once he had that taken care of, his hands traveled further down to the bottom of my t-shirt, pulling it up. He broke our kiss momentarily to pull the shirt off my body before attacking my lips once more. Goosebumps arose on my newly exposed torso as his fingers traced the curvature of my sides, finally resting along the waistline of my pants.

Unable to take his slow, torturous kiss, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling his body closer to mine and led him in the direction of the bedroom. I stumbled a bit, since I was walking backwards, but Matt steadied me so I wouldn't fall over, his hands securely gripping my hips. A few feet later, the back of my legs hit the end of the bed as I fell back and pulled Matt on top of me. Things seemed to intensify in the darkened bedroom, only the light from the street outside my bedroom window allowing us to see one another. I felt like I was on overdrive now, wanting as much of him as I could get.

Matt pulled away from me momentarily, his lips almost ghosting my own as his warm, wine flavored breath tickled my mouth. I looked at him curiously, slowly running my hands over the smooth skin of his back and waited for him to speak. His blue eyes carefully studied mine in the dim light, eyes roaming downward over my exposed torso and then back. I know he wanted to speak but he was hesitant.

Instead of waiting for him to speak, I quickly flipped him over so that he was lying flat on his back and I was straddling his lap. He seemed a little surprised at the quick overtaking of power on my behalf, which made me smile. I ran my hand through my hair, pushing it out of my face and over my left shoulder, leaning over him so our faces were inches apart. Deciding to be playful, I leaned in close to his ear to whisper back one of his lyrics to him.

"You may be a sinner but your innocence is mine," I breathed gently into his ear.

"That's my line," Matt replied huskily, squirming beneath me.

"It's my line as well," I replied with a cheeky grin before taking his lips with mine once again.

Matt pulled my body closer to his, hands running over the skin of my back and to my bra, slowly unhooking it with skill and ease. He slid the black lace off my body, flinging it off the side of the bed without a care before flipping me back onto the bed. I giggled a bit underneath him as his slow hands gently caressed my skin, exploring the new available territory.

In the back of my mind, a little voice kept calling out to me, saying I would probably regret this move in the morning but I didn't care. For now, all I wanted was Matt, damned of the consequences that were sure to follow this one night of bliss. I couldn't seem to find a good reason to stop as his hands found their way to the front of my pants, slowly unbuttoning them. I knew there were awkward conversations to follow the next morning but just for tonight, I let my emotions take control.