[ Matt's expecting an impact, of course. The jolt of the heavy bust careening into his arms. What he's not expecting is the feline coil and spring, hitting him at center mass and sending him flying off his feet. Matt experiences several impacts in succession: his back against the Pantheon's stone floor, oof; the bust landing on his chest and rolling off, nngh; and the nearly-naked man tackling him to the floor, powerful thighs hemming him in as effectively as steel bars.
Ah.
Uh.
It doesn't occur to Matt to be afraid, exactly, though he's staring up at the stranger with wide, bright eyes. The exertion of the magic has his cheeks still flushed pink; between that and the shock and pain of being knocked prone, his heart is beating rabbit-quick. ]
You don't have to be so jealous, [ he protests, gasping to get his breath back. ] I'm interested in you both--all of you. [ He bucks his hips to try and dislodge the stranger, which has, humiliatingly, absolutely zero effect. ] You haven't even told me your name.
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Ah.
Uh.
It doesn't occur to Matt to be afraid, exactly, though he's staring up at the stranger with wide, bright eyes. The exertion of the magic has his cheeks still flushed pink; between that and the shock and pain of being knocked prone, his heart is beating rabbit-quick. ]
You don't have to be so jealous, [ he protests, gasping to get his breath back. ] I'm interested in you both--all of you. [ He bucks his hips to try and dislodge the stranger, which has, humiliatingly, absolutely zero effect. ] You haven't even told me your name.