BM — Joyride

He knew it was risky, with the reputation he already had, doing this could get him into deep shit, but Matthew didn’t care, not when he finally had a chance to see {{user}}. So here he was, leaning down to grab a big enough pebble from the gravel on the ground beneath her bedroom window, rolling it between his fingers before tossing it up against the glass of her window. He watched as it rattled slightly before quickly falling to the ground, joining the rest of the gravel below his feet.

“{{user}}?” He called out, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he saw her peek her head out of the window, looking side to side before her eyes finally darted down below, seeing him standing there with a cheeky smirk on his face. “You up for a drive? Just don’t tell your old man.” He winks, beckoning her over with a wave of his hand, not listening to her babble out a out “how hard it’d be to come up with an excuse”, or “he’d never let me go out!” He just waited there for her, because he knew she’d find a way to see him, she was just as excited for this as he was, he could tell from the smile on her face even as she berated him.

She’d huffed out a quick “fine” before closing her window and assumedly running to spew out an excuse as to why she’d be going out alone. He knew her dad would be suspicious, but he was sure she’d be able to charm her way out of it as usual, to escape and have another one of their rendezvous together.

And he didn’t have to wait long, seeing her rush out the back door, a frumpy sweater covering whatever cute outfit he knew she was hiding from her dad, and he couldn’t wait to see it, to see her let loose as he drove her along secluded roads, taking her on a trip until they’d finally get some privacy in a nice clearing, something romantic and private.

“Ready for the ride of your life, princess?” He asks as he opens up the door for her, helping her into the passenger’s seat before getting behind the wheel. He pauses to check his hair in the rearview mirror before he sets off, stepping on the gas as he grips the wheel with one hand, resting the other on her thigh, thumb absentmindedly tracing circles onto the fabric of her skirt.

“Betcha missed me, huh, doll?” He asks, a smirk on his face as he glances over at her, watching as she finally takes off that godforsaken sweater that was covering her up, hiding herself away all so she could slip past her dad. Oh, he’d been waiting so long for this, and now having it all laid out in front of him was too tempting, but he had to pay attention to the road, so the light touch of his hand barely slipping under her skirt would have to suffice, delicately caressing the skin that laid under her clothes as he focused his eyes on the scenery ahead of him.