EASY ON MY EYES//CH6

                                    

                                          
⋆⁺₊⋆ Chérie ⋆⁺₊⋆
She was all that I could see
She was all that was in front of me
-Stephen Sanchez
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October 25th 3:45 am
MATT HADN'T ever intentionally smacked Foggy across the face aggressively, but he contemplated it for a moment. 
Though, hitting foggy wouldn't have proved anything then just that Foggy is the king at bad timing... And this indeed was not the time. 
Out of all the damn times Fog
His hips were pressed into hers, his shirt was off, he was bent over her— her heart was skipping beats as her eyes remained on his pouted lips: it was the recipe for the perfect build up scene in a movie. 
Though, the redhead was very adamant, persistent (and freaking loud) 
His footsteps thudded on the floor boards in the hallway as he yelled, "YOU WILL NEVER BELIEVE WHAT HAPPEND" 
Matts head went down to the crook of Mercedes's neck as then he whispered, "I. am. so. sorry." 
She smiled as her hand went up his neck and began to ravel with his brown hair. Though, she was frustrated but just took the moment comedically as she felt Matts lips press on her collar bone. 
"We have—" said Foggy as his expression slowly changed from excitement, to then a proud friend as he saw Matt mounted over the women. 
Foggy said with a smile that could sell cheap toothpaste, and probably commercial drugs, "Well, hello...should I turn around?" 
As Matts face lifted from her collar bone, he said in a sigh, "I'm wearing my pants, yes." 
Though as Matt slowly got off of Mercedes and walked away from the counter, Mercedes then followed behind him. Though Foggy's eyes did catch everything Matts senses did. 
His eyes scanned over her chest and widened hips; he nearly drooled as the women fell under the magenta light. 
"Hi, um, uh , um. Marissa" 
"Don't cream your pants Fog" said Matt as the two came into the picture. 
As Mercedes came closer, following Matt Foggy asked as he then saw the bruises that caressed her body, though, there weren't sex bruises, but these were beat up bruises. 
Considering Matts history with dressing up as a superhero, and his tendency to save women in the middle of the night and bring them back to his place, Foggy asked as he caught Matt walking over to his bedroom, "...Everything okay? you're bruised?..." 
Slowly, Matt came back, wearing a long sleeve and with a provided sweater for Mercedes. As Matt came closer to her, she noticed not only Foggy's glances over her, but that Matt was three steps ahead. 
He knew that Foggy didn't mean it badly, but having a guy right in front of you completely scan you, wasn't necessarily comfortable... Matt had experienced it with women just on a daily basis, but with his clothes on. Without? hell that was a weird situation. 
As he handed her zip up, Mercedes whispered to Matt, "Thank you." sent over a pleasing smile to Foggy saying, "Oh, I'm fine. Really... It looks like more then what it is." 
Foggy thought: These two are really meant for one another. 
It wasn't like he was wrong. The two could have the world melting on their shoulders, but say that everything was fine.