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"Mmm baby, what are you doing?" Mat yawned as he walked into the bathroom to find you putting on a clay face mask.
"A face mask," you stared into the mirror while Mat wrapped his arms around you, pressing his chest to your back.
"Can I do one?" he rested his chin on top of your head.
"Really?"
"Well there's nothing for me to do now the season is over," Mat pouted.
"Okay," you smiled. "Do you want to put it on or should I do it?"
"Can you do it?" he yawned yet again, "I'm sleepy."
Once you finally finished putting the clay on his face he came and stood in front of the mirror with you, poking at his face before you could stop him.
"I look so gross," he laughed.
"Me too," you looked up at him.
"No, you always look pretty," he pecked your nose before looking slightly repulsed. "Even with this clay stuff on your face."
"Well, you're normally super pretty Mattie, but I can't say this clay is a look for you," you quipped back and he frowned at you.
"You're," he paused to yawn, "so mean to me. You owe me cuddles now."
"Okay, you big baby," you pulled him through to the living room, sitting down on the couch while he decided to lay with his head in your lap.
"I thought you wanted to cuddle," you grinned down at him while he blinked slowly.
"I'm cashing in the cuddles later. Can you play with my hair right now, baby?"
"Yeah," you slowly ran your fingers through his dark hair and he sighed deeply, closing his eyes. However after five minutes he started wiggling before opening his eyes.
"Babe, is it supposed to be burning this much?"
"Well, yeah."
"I wanna take it off," he whined before sitting up and dragging you back into the bathroom. You quickly washed your face with water and Mat mirrored your actions, wrapping you in a crushing hug afterwards.
"I love you so much," he murmured into your hair.
"I love you so much too," you copied him, breathing in the smell of his body wash and laundry detergent. It was positively Mat and you loved it. However there was also the slight whiff of your raspberry shampoo.
"Mattie, did you use my shampoo again?"
"Yeah," he whispered. "I wanted to smell like you because you always smell so nice and if I can smell it, then it's like you're always with me."
"You're so sweet," you smiled against his shoulder and Mat suddenly picked you up, carrying you the bedroom before unceremoniously falling onto the bed, pulling you down on top of him.
"You're so warm and tiny," he grinned, flipping you over so he was resting on his forearms above you.
"Maybe you're just stupidly big," you teased and Mat slowly lowered himself to rest his body on yours. "And now you're crushing me."
"Now we can cuddle."
"We can't cuddle if I'm not breathing," you joked, trying to push him off you. Mat groaned at that but rolled off you nevertheless before pulling you towards him and wrapping his arms around you again. "How does your face feel?"
He quickly moved a hand to his cheek before putting it around you again. "Mmm soft," he hummed. "I love you, baby."
"I love you more."
"That's not possible."
"How is it not possible?" you giggled.
"I'm taller so I have more love in my body because it's bigger," he mumbled while smiling.
"How about we love each other equally, you big dork?"
"Nope," he peppered kisses all over your face, "I love you more."
